THE FIRST
DELIVERANCE BULL
OF MANAAN
Blessed is the courageous will of the bearers of our Lady of Light.
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DELIVERANCE BULL
OF MANAAN
Blessed is the courageous will of the bearers of our Lady of Light.
ARDAMITE of OPORA of 189 AU
Theme Music
AN ANCHORING POINT FOR HER CHURCH
We fled from stormtorn shores on a holy vessel. We traversed the surface over the abyssal depths of the Black Sea. Expertly and with Her guidance, we eluded the dangers of the annihilation—great storms, raining hellfire, and rabid beasts. Our man-o-war flew her glistening sails and caught wind that carried us on a flight path clear from all present dangers. She delivered us to the concave port of Manaan and into the embrace of stranger humans from far away.
Their outstretched arms, although unfamiliar to us, exuded the warmth of a gathering hearth. This sense of fire was reminiscent of the glowing sun, which revealed to us threads of kinship previously unimagined outside of the sunken isle. Smiling, we were gleeful for the first time in nearly two months of escape. United again, we stood together in the tavern hall of the Golden Chalice and declared ourselves anchored for the time ahead.
ON THE PRESENT STATE OF OUR WORLD
Graced with good company, news did cross our ears of an unholy cabal occupying a burial sight just outside of the city limits. Pressured, our well equipped party joined a group of virtuous citizens to investigate. Surprised, we found that the master there was hospitable to conversation. The walking dead were passive and arrested by his blockading of their unnatural will to decimate the living.
That master spoke to us of an eclipse that would consume the sun. His words were a portent reminiscent of the first criers to arrive at our sunken shores. Being told of the crater that was once a village haven for locals in the region, we were entranced by the omen and emboldened to hasten our preparations. Our people have always been survivors; With the sun at our backs, we will prevail. With these new friends, we will triumph.
Success awaits the daring. The throne lies in wait for the claimant, of Her church surely will they be. Elyria blesses the Commandant. She bears the burden of the original flame, which is the spark of bravery, the roar of ferocity, and the ashen hush of quietus.
STRENGTH OF WILL IS OF FAITH
And Acacius did say to Leif, “Her blaze illuminates the length of the impaler of my pike with an essence like our King’s own holy blade.”
And Lief, sceptical of Acacius’ claims, inquired “But, you are not the chosen Lord? How do you carry the same light as our King?”
And Acacius said “We all carry Her light. It is imbued in our souls, which carries out along all our limbs and out into the world as a part of all our behaviors.”
Lief did nod and listened.
Speaking on, Acacius said “When you are beneath Her and in service of the soul to Her, your will becomes ironclad like the tall walls of Abade. Being ironclad, neither trebuchet nor ram can topple them.”
Lief smiled and leaned back, welcoming Acacius’ truths.
Finally, Acacius concluded with “The plates of the walls of your soul, Lief, may be composed of iron, but the bolts that bind them are pure faith. Absent faith, your will is exposed to the piercing evil of enemy machinations.”
Writings from the collection of Nikon’s Whispers.
HIS HOLINESS the INNOCENCE,
Dionysius II
Dionysius II
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