Kriegsman
Gamemaster Team
[!] A mysterious figure, shrouded in a black robe, would silently pin a cryptic pamphlet to the notice board of various settlements around the Hadrian Empire, including the Imperial palace. Whispers of his bone-white skull mask and the enigmatic nine-pointed star hanging around his neck would circulate among those who encountered him. News of the contents of this post would eventually spread throughout Eden thanks to merchants, who also share the pamphlets around in other nations.[!]
The Sentinel commands; Voidal blood must be spilled.
Harvestday 26, Sunfall, 1549
To the citizens of the great Hadrian Empire,
On the last light of the 26th of Harvestday, an assassination was attempted on the lives of both Markgraf Konrad Von Drachenfels and me in the great hall of the castle of Lünburg. Not only did they try to take our lives, but they did so with the company of a Witch who cast foul spells of Voidal corruption to summon demonic creatures and harm the reinforcements from Adelsburg. Like the Markgraf, I, too, remain unharmed with minor injuries, for an Erzbishop of Mortius does not get so easily defeated. Even after the second attempt by Voidal Cultists, my Sentinel still requires my service. The now-revealed leader of one of these groups, a masked woman named Meat, marched into the keep to demand her diary back, believing us to possess such a valuable item. What followed was the guards raising the alarm and a fight following suit, with the evil-doers abandoning the battle by jumping through a window, leaving the scene battered and bruised after failing to achieve their objective. Cowards; is what they are. And I call for an immediate retaliation.
Our faith is wavering. While our hopes are high and our defenses strong, our faith remains fractured after the Peasant Uprising led by the now-dead Zladimir De Tiri. Now, with our capital being without the Vater, Voidal Cultists and Heretical worshippers run amock in the Empire. Some act out of self-gain, and others worship a dark force, hoping to achieve something they will never get. I ask the people to remain vigilant and seek the Temple of Alder for aid in the days to come. Those who seek purpose: join us in the war against the Heretic, the Witch, and the Neverborne. Keep eyes and ears open and report any figure who may even be suspected of heretical worship. Innocense proves nothing; that much is known.
I call for the heads of the woman known as Meat and any Heretic and Witch captured in the Hadrian Empire. For their mere existence is a stain of rot on our beloved world. Let their deaths be their salvation. It will be the penance for their insolence.
But why does the world allow these sinners to wander so freely? Weren't the other nations as strict with their punishments for Voidals as we once were? Have they become too lenient or slothful? It seems the rot has already struck too deep within the continent itself, and it is up to us, the Hadrians, to root it out. We have already proven our selfworth at the battle of the northern wall. And like our ancestors, we shall continue our sacred duty to rid the world of these dark followers and any abomination that lurks in the darkest corners of the continent.
The absence of the Erzbishop of Veronia, Erzbishop Vasyl, makes the Clergy unable to properly elect a new Vater to lead our Clergy forward in the ages to come. A choice must be made; someone must lead our brothers and sisters in faith, for the light of Alder and the Sentinels must illuminate the realm again like it always has centuries before. As long as the Erzbishop of Veronia remains silent and leaves me as the remaining active Erzbishop, I hereby announce myself to be in the running position of Vater, to be the voice of the Oracle Alder Himmelschwert. Let my guidance reach all corners of the realm if I am elected to do so, for Mortius shall be our light in the darkest of times. Withstand the seeds of corruption, for His light shines through.
And as for those who abandoned His Light, who abandoned the greater Pre-Determination for something they shall never possess nor obtain, I say to thee to keep one eye always open. For the Imperium shall continue to hunt you down forever and always, for your lives were forfeit the moment you turned away from His embrace and took the hand of Heresy and Chaos. This is not a threat, but a promise.
Pain is transient. Life is transient. The Oracle is eternal.
The Sentinel commands; Voidal blood must be spilled.
Harvestday 26, Sunfall, 1549
To the citizens of the great Hadrian Empire,
On the last light of the 26th of Harvestday, an assassination was attempted on the lives of both Markgraf Konrad Von Drachenfels and me in the great hall of the castle of Lünburg. Not only did they try to take our lives, but they did so with the company of a Witch who cast foul spells of Voidal corruption to summon demonic creatures and harm the reinforcements from Adelsburg. Like the Markgraf, I, too, remain unharmed with minor injuries, for an Erzbishop of Mortius does not get so easily defeated. Even after the second attempt by Voidal Cultists, my Sentinel still requires my service. The now-revealed leader of one of these groups, a masked woman named Meat, marched into the keep to demand her diary back, believing us to possess such a valuable item. What followed was the guards raising the alarm and a fight following suit, with the evil-doers abandoning the battle by jumping through a window, leaving the scene battered and bruised after failing to achieve their objective. Cowards; is what they are. And I call for an immediate retaliation.
Our faith is wavering. While our hopes are high and our defenses strong, our faith remains fractured after the Peasant Uprising led by the now-dead Zladimir De Tiri. Now, with our capital being without the Vater, Voidal Cultists and Heretical worshippers run amock in the Empire. Some act out of self-gain, and others worship a dark force, hoping to achieve something they will never get. I ask the people to remain vigilant and seek the Temple of Alder for aid in the days to come. Those who seek purpose: join us in the war against the Heretic, the Witch, and the Neverborne. Keep eyes and ears open and report any figure who may even be suspected of heretical worship. Innocense proves nothing; that much is known.
I call for the heads of the woman known as Meat and any Heretic and Witch captured in the Hadrian Empire. For their mere existence is a stain of rot on our beloved world. Let their deaths be their salvation. It will be the penance for their insolence.
But why does the world allow these sinners to wander so freely? Weren't the other nations as strict with their punishments for Voidals as we once were? Have they become too lenient or slothful? It seems the rot has already struck too deep within the continent itself, and it is up to us, the Hadrians, to root it out. We have already proven our selfworth at the battle of the northern wall. And like our ancestors, we shall continue our sacred duty to rid the world of these dark followers and any abomination that lurks in the darkest corners of the continent.
The absence of the Erzbishop of Veronia, Erzbishop Vasyl, makes the Clergy unable to properly elect a new Vater to lead our Clergy forward in the ages to come. A choice must be made; someone must lead our brothers and sisters in faith, for the light of Alder and the Sentinels must illuminate the realm again like it always has centuries before. As long as the Erzbishop of Veronia remains silent and leaves me as the remaining active Erzbishop, I hereby announce myself to be in the running position of Vater, to be the voice of the Oracle Alder Himmelschwert. Let my guidance reach all corners of the realm if I am elected to do so, for Mortius shall be our light in the darkest of times. Withstand the seeds of corruption, for His light shines through.
And as for those who abandoned His Light, who abandoned the greater Pre-Determination for something they shall never possess nor obtain, I say to thee to keep one eye always open. For the Imperium shall continue to hunt you down forever and always, for your lives were forfeit the moment you turned away from His embrace and took the hand of Heresy and Chaos. This is not a threat, but a promise.
Pain is transient. Life is transient. The Oracle is eternal.
Signed,
Brüder Gottfried Fredric Von Wolfhard,
Erzbishop of Brandenhafen,
Chaplain of the Order of Mortius and
Black Abbot of the Schwarze Abtei of Veronia ✠
Brüder Gottfried Fredric Von Wolfhard,
Erzbishop of Brandenhafen,
Chaplain of the Order of Mortius and
Black Abbot of the Schwarze Abtei of Veronia ✠
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