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[Gamerlord]

Agnad rose from the table strewn with reports of the losses suffered by the Nallbrine Trading Company and strode to the door.
Where are you going Cous?
To get some mercs.
Agnad approached the main Windborn camp.
Oi, where's your leader?

((Hey Ghazman, what happened when I went to the now-leaderless Windborn?))

[Patrick Hunt]

Well I did ask if I could continue but no answer yet.

[Dragor23]

Adrian nods and raises up again, building his lanky figure up in front of the young duke.

"I thank you, milord, for your generous offer to enable me for preach the word of Him."

He glances to the side for a moment, seemingly thinking, before facing Frederic again.

"Is there a...Compedium of the laws of this country, milord? If yes, I would be glad if you can lend me an exemplar, so my scribes can copy it in the runes of Him."

[Ardas]

"Runes? Of' him'?"

Frederic appeared to be intrigued.

"Its a request I can grant, but indulge my curiosity about it."

[Dragor23]

Adrian smiles and places a hand on his chest, right above the heart.

"The runes of the Redeemer, the script He gave us to write down His calls and His demands, milord."

[Ardas]

"And how is this script different from imperial letter?"

The duke waved on to his servants to bring in a table and food and drink. It looked as if the audience was going to be long.

"And where do you come from anyway? This is the first time I hear of such stuff. I am greatly interested in all manner of information from abroad, and you appear to be a the most curious visitor to my court yet."

[Dragor23]

"The imperial letter is simply holding the information, but the runes of Him hold the truth behind it... It makes Him hear the words we write in His glory... Also it's a system of thirty sigils and fourhundred runes, with several  diacritics. A bit complicated, but is part of the apprenticeship of a vocus and remembering all runes makes you one..."

He smiles a bit wider as he sees the servants hush around on the command of the duke and continues in a conversational tone :

"I come from a far away place, which is not really important. What only counts is that I spread the word of the Redeemer... There is nothing special of my birthplace. Petty, rivaling kingdoms, weak and febble."

[Shootandrun]

-snip-

With that matter taken care of, he took a new paper and started writing some letters.

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To the Heltanian Emperor / To the Trinicrian Duke,

In the wake of reports of tribes gathering on the borders of ours lands and of the rising tensions between the city-states and the western nations, I write this letter with the intention of proposing a mutually-beneficial pact. In order to strength the safety of our western borders and to encourage interactions between our cities which could further simulate trade, I wish to propose a defensive alliance as well as a right of military passage between the cities of Kol'Thelos, Trinicria, and Heltania.

While the exact details of the matter may be discussed at a later date should you disagree with some of them, these agreements would mean that each of us would have the right and the capacity to call the other two to war against any nation attacking them, with or without a formal casus belli. Such an alliance would be strong enough to measure up to any intervention to Kerns, and although it could not stand a chance to vanquish the dwarves at the moment, it could give them pause before they start a war with cities they have no qualms with. After all, the invasion of any of the three cities would be to the definite disadvantage of the other two. The right of military access would simply allow us to install better coordination when defending our roads against bandits.

Additionally, I would like to propose the formation of a war council by our three cities. This council would be called every time one of the cities went to war, whether on the defensive or the offensive, and be held either in Kol'Thelos due to its central position or in one of the other two cities, should Kol'Thelos be compromised. Each city would send a representative, preferably in the form of its lord, although any diplomat would be acceptable, to discuss the matter. In the case of a defensive war, this council would act as a strategic meeting, where we could agree on the steps to take to ensure the safety of our lands. In the case of an offensive war, it could allow he who started the war to call the other two cities alongside him. Of course, in the latter case, attendance would not be obligatory and all neutral cities would have the right to decline to join the war without breaking the alliance.

In the hopes that you shall find these propositions to be at your advantage,

-Alecto Vanheim, Duke of Kol'Thelos

Letters are sent to Trinicria and Heltania, proposing the formation of a defensive alliance and that of a war council between the cities in times of war.

[Ardas]

As food and drink were laid down in front of the duke, he motioned with his hand to his guest and invited him to eat and drink.

"Your faith is intriguing, and so is your writing. Is there any reason you chose this land? I must say that Heltanian idols are a bore but the folk seem to be attached to them."

[Dragor23]

Adrian smiles and gives a cortious nod as he sits down...

"I thank you, milord, that you are interested... The reason is simple. Everyone deserves a chance to hear His word and it just occured that I landed here. Maybe it is His will guiding me..."

He smiles a bit, not touching any of the food or the drinks, beside maybe an extremly small bite from the blandest looking dish.

"Do you want to hear more about Him?"

[Ardas]

Duke sits in his chair comfortably and nods.

Listen to the teaching/sermon/lore dump.

[Dragor23]

Adrian leans back as well, folding his hands on his lap and begins to talk in a soft voice.

"The world began as nothing. Barren and empty was reality, existence itself was not even a concept. But of this nothing were born two siblings... The Redemeer and the Dark Sister. They loved each other as brother and sister and they walked through the emptiness and dreamed to fill it. And their sheer will started to create. The Redeemer thought about a great light, which lets the gaze fare far and so the sun began to burn. The Dark Sister thought about lights to guide you when the sun sleeps, and the start began to twinkle on the horizont. The Redeemer thought about ground where he could put his feet upon on to walk, and the dirt and soil began to lay in front of him. As He and his sister walked, the tears of joy of their greatness began to fall on the dirt, began to wash it away, forming puddles and lastly oceans... And His sister began to sing for him, a melody full of emotion and glee, that her odem began to slither into the lifeless stones and pebbles, turning them into flesh and wood, populating the world with animals and plants. And the Redeemer saw what He and His sister did and he was suffused with pride and called it "Eos".

As the Redeemer began to talk with his Sister about Eos, he noticed that the animals and plants were not able to do the same. Only primitive barks and yelps came from them as he tried to conversate them and He was sad. How can He share his wisdom with Their creations, when they can't think? But His sister were glad and proud to be the only one to hold a thought beside Her brother and did not agree to the plan of Her Brother to give their creation the greatest gift of all... Intelligence.

So the Redeemer waited until His sister slept, as he didn't want to hurt her, and began his work. He took a stone and began to form a human and his odem filled the shape and it sprang to life, as the animals and plants before him. But the Redeemer did more, oh yes... He gave the human a soul, a part of himself and the human widened his eyes as his lips formed "Who am I?" And the Redeemer smiled. His creation spoke and was eager to know. And so he shared his wisdom.

As His sister woke up again, she was furious as she saw how the tribes of the humans settled down on Eos, speaking, discovering and sharing the secrets only He and She knew and she asked Her brothet what he did. And as he told Her, great anger clouded her senses and She began a crusade against the humans, envious that they took Her brother away from Her.

Corrupting and consuming, She cursed the humans with lust, greed, stupidity, death and sickness, and the Redeemer, horrified how She began to destroy His works, slayed Her. Disgusted by Her betrayal, He spat in Her face and let her rot on Eos, where Her mad spirit formed the Horc, deep in the heart of our plane. And her all consuming harred for wisdom started to drag the souls of humans, after they died, down upon the mill of souls, where they were crushed and squeezed, so the immortal intelligence will be twisted and shaped from the pain into the mad ghosts of Alagai, the monster which hide in the Horc, waiting for the return of the Dark Mistress.

The Redeemer was sad and horrified by the legacy of His Sister and created the paradise, where He rests until she returns and he began to take the souls of the humans into his halls to protect them from the treacherous soul mill, letting them rest four hundred seasons, before they return on Eos once again, reborn. And the humans rejoiced.

But soon, mankind succumbed to the influence of the Horc, grew lazy, decadent and dumb and angered the Redeemer, because they carelessly refused to accept the gift of Him, the gift of knowledge and refused their asylum in their halls, being prey for the Horc as they are.

And the humans begged for forgiveness, but the Redeemer in His grim got deaf and blind for the pleads of His creation. But one man managed to touch His heart and got His interest. The wisest man mankind ever created, the prophet, the first Vocus. And prophet spike to Him and pleaded for asylum again and the Redeemer smiled as he accepted the gift of knowledge gladly.

The Convenant was formed, an ancient pact between men and god... If the humans live in favour  His gift, their immortal souls are saved from the soul mill. And those who preach His words will be His voice on Eos, the voci, the mediators between Him and mankind. And the humans rejoiced again..."   

He coughs gently.

[Ardas]

The Duke seemed impressed and taken by the story.

"And what are the Redeemer's signs? I must say, Redeemer's word is worth listening to, if it inspires people to do good, and the people need guidance in these times."

Duke grants Redeemer Cult freedom to preach and spread religion. He also lends them the copy of Trinicrian codex and promises to deliver updated version whenever new laws or legal changes are announced.

[Dragor23]

"The Redeemer's signs are various, but they mostly manifest themselves in the heads of eudcated minds, as they are the most pleasant ones for Him to touch... Every great leader, philosoph and thinker was touched by His greatness. The Voci are trained to try and get contact with him to listen to his demands, but the truly blessed are these who get His words implanted in their minds."

Adrian, growing weary from all the talking, takes a small sip from a goblet, wetting his throath again.

"We could copy our holy scripture into the imperial letter for you, milord, if you want, although you will lose a lot of its meanign without knowing His runes."

Begin to place ten voci into the dukedom, five of them on the countryside, five in the city itself to preach the fate of the Redeemer.


"Although, could I ask for my retinue for board and lodging, milord? Also a small escort for the preachers would be appreciated. Not everyone is openminded to the truth..."

[Ardas]

"Hmm... a translation might be good, but I myself am intrigued by the runes. I will ask you later to do both the translation and to send a tutor for me. As for lodging and bodyguard - be assured that no one will touch you as long as you are under my protection."