The Plague of Haon Daran

Herein are notices and effects saved from the plague of Haon Daran. Preserved with thanks to Sir Kuririn Haraldr.

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Bodrum: The Outbreak at Haon Daran

Sat Dec 18 13:47:22 2010

To: Conclave Knighthood Scorn Cayenna

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For those not aware, there has been an outbreak of some sort at Haon

Daran. The disease is both contagious and results in an unpleasant death

that ends in turning to dust.

The following actions are now being taken to both prevent and end this

disease:

The Knights of Gareth are charged with the upkeep of the Quarantine of Haon

Doran, to avoid further infection.

The Knights of Gareth and the Conclave Council shall work toward finding

Emperor Mercerion of Althainia, whom may have some sort of connection or

cure to the disease.

The dustly remains of a dead citizen of Haon Daran has been collected and

shall be examined within the Conclave.

Chotwig, Mayor of Haon Daran, shall be kept in a separate quarantine within

the Shrine of Magic of the Conclave, the magi are not to touch him.

The Knights and Magi are highly discouraged from touching General Gwaine or

Master Bodrum, for it appears the disease has already begun to spread.

Touch seems to be the medium.

The Conclave shall begin a hunt for rogue magi, according to the Mayor a

rogue magi or necromancer was involved.

Conclave and Knighthood will be at a cease-fire until this matter is

resolved.

This is a matter of grave importance, and it is only right that the

Conclave, the greatest knowledge of the Arcane in which the disease

originated, and the Knights, clerical force of Algoron, be united in this

matter.

May our attempts be blessed by the Trinity and the gods.

Bodrum Darkrock, Master of the Conclave.

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Bodrum: Conclave and Knighthood Cease-Fire

Sat Dec 18 13:48:20 2010

To: Conclave Knighthood

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Be aware, until it is lifted by either leadership.

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Gwaine: Ceasefire with the Towers.

Sat Dec 18 13:49:42 2010

To: Conclave Knighthood

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Until further notice, there is a ceasefire with the Towers.

Any violations of this are to be reported to me.

d'Aggravaine, Crown.

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Kiery: General Gwaine d'Aggravaine

Sat Dec 18 13:56:23 2010

To: Knighthood

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An unknown disease has devastated the village of Haon Daran, while

investigaing the General contracted the disease. All who were there at the

time are in quarantine in the Chapel of Fallen Heroes. None may enter till

further notice. We do not know how badly the General is affect at this

time. Please keep him in your prayers. We await upon a Priest who may be

able to aid him.

As noted the Towers are investigating causes and have the Mayor for now.

Regular patrols are to be mounted on the outskirts enforcing quarantine but

do not enter the village itself.

Any questions can be directed to the other Generals or myself.

Lady Kiery Elistar, Lady of Justice

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Kuririn: The Temple Cleansing, Prayer, and General Gwaine

Sat Dec 18 14:33:36 2010

To: knighthood Cayenna Scorn Siccara Kantilles imm (rp)

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Knights,

Today I leave you with a brief reading from a missive sent by Sir Bolter

during the cleansing of the temple. May we remember the lessons of prayer

during this time of disease. As Lady Siccara has deemed we need to treat

the body as a temple to herself, perhaps our prayers will help cleanse

General d'Aggravaine as they once cleansed this temple.

Bolter: The Temple.

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This has indeed been a trully blessed eve. The last drop of blood has

soaked out from the rubble. With that last drop I called Kusanami to the

temple and he watched with me as the temple shook and one of the symbols

that the witches were upon began to show itself slightly. Kusanami struck

this seal with his hammer causing a loud clank throughout the keep.

Unfortunately this did not but send a wave back to Kusanami sending him to

the ground, as I prayed for him the temple shook more and exposed more of

the seal as a hammer in the shape of Kusanami's appeared and struck at

mineself. By this time the other knights had arrived and knelt down in

prayer testifying their faith and with this the taint had no strength left

and its hammer broke to pieces upon my shield.

As Siccara and Nadrik had predicted, our temple is indeed strengthened by

our prayers and the curse is weakened by it. With the shattered of this

hammer we began praying more showing our faith testifying to our gods and

the temple rumbled breaking the symbol upon the wall. This single symbol

shattered and vanished and in the same moment, the image of the spirit of

the witch upon it was seen being torn from the rubble to face her judgement.

Knights this is one down and two to go. By word of Lord Nadrik each

available knight will pray atleast once a day in the temple.

Knights, the floor in our temple is now cleansed, this was proven twice, the

first by the word of our lord, and the second when we heard his footfalls

upon the floor, you may now sit upon it in peace, but still do not touch the

rubble.

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Gwaine: A prayer for the dying.

Sat Dec 18 14:43:07 2010

To: Nadrik Cayenna Scorn ( Mercerion Knighthood Conclave Bodrum Kulek Majorie )

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Gods of Goodness

Lord of Honor

One whom bore your aura

in his eyes I shared pain

his family lost

dust to dust.

The man, Chotwig lives.

Know Your servant did

what he was could

know that Your healing touch

was offered, in Your name.

My Lord, he suffers still

the anguish of his loss

I pray your benediction upon him

to ease his loss, to grant hope

That he may know

even in despair

there is goodness beyond

and the path to it

in honor's hope is found.

In your service

Amen.

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Brockner: Fw: Research on the Haon Daran Disease

Sat Dec 18 14:46:24 2010

To: Knighthood

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| -----Original Message-----

| From: Brockner

| To: Conclave Cayenna Scorn

| Subject: Research on the Haon Daran Disease

| Date: Sat Dec 18 14:23:11 2010

After examining the Mayor and the remains of some of the victoms "dust".

My initial conclusion is that a rogue magi, most likely one skilled in the

arts of transmutation, has alters the spell of Solidify, buy combining a

hint of plague. After further analysis the result of the plague dehydrates

its victoms so much to the point that the solidify is unable to be used

correctly, and instead of solidifying them, causes them to turn, essentually

to dust.

This is all I have at the moment, I will do what I can to do my part on

finding a solution, but for now I highly suggest those currently infected

stay hydrated as much as possible to prolong the effects.

Advisor Brockner Castlebreaker, Transmuter of Conclave

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Kuririn: An Old Prayer- From the General

Sat Dec 18 14:48:03 2010

To: knighthood

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Knights,

As I love the library, here is but one more reading- from the General.

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Gwaine: A prayer of hope.

Thu Dec 28 19:15:54 2006

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Father Austinian, Lord Nadrik, Lady Siccara

Guardians of the Light,

Holy Father, we look to thee, from thine Goodness

grant the purity to bear thy word against this curse.

Divine Son, we beseech thee, from thine Honor

grant us the sight to see thy path true. That as we face

this evil before us, we advance as thine chosen, we wield

our prayers and steel in as thou wouldst have us.

Blessed Daughter, we entreat thee, from thine divine

healing, grant us the grace to heal this temple. That

through thine guidance we may heal these wounds and

grow stronger.

Pantheon of the Light, let us be worthy to take thine

message to the world beyond, and aide our fellow brothers

and sisters in the eternal struggle. Help us, blessed

trinity, we ask, in thy name and for thine glory.

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Mercerion: Haon Daran

Sat Dec 18 16:02:32 2010

To: Conclave Knighthood Althainia

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By Royal Decree:

Only those with the blessing of the Imperial Crown may enter the western

reaches of the Empire, into the Haon Dor, or Haon Daran. This is law, until

stated otherwise

-Mamoritai

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Mercerion: An update on the Plague

Sat Dec 18 18:21:27 2010

To: Knighthood

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It appears, keeping a subject hydrated seems to aid in keeping the

symptoms at bay. Keep this in mind and keep the General hydrated

-Mamoritai

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Datai: A Prayer for Healing

Sat Dec 18 20:59:23 2010

To: Knighthood Immortal Siccara RP

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Dear Siccara, please see the plague healed,

Let the evil behind it be revealed,

Turned to dust instead,

Of villagers and homestead,

Blessed are those who seek a cure,

May this trial they endure,

May those lost rest complete,

Knowing disease we will defeat,

Dear Siccara, strengthen and shield,

Till truth and cure be revealed.

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Datai: a missive sealed with a lute and falcon regarding: Roaring Boys

Sat Dec 18 21:09:17 2010

To: Knighthood Immortal RP

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Dear Knights,

I woke to pray today, and found myself summoned by the Princess of Althainia

to help search for her mother out in the west woods. Some group, known as

the Roaring Boys, who evidently don't like the western Althainian

settlements had Empress-napped her.

I don't know what, if anything, this has to do with the plague in the nearby

village, but it was suspicious behavior. The only "roaring boy" I found was

wounded as Sir Akasi and I came upon the cave the Empress was in, and was

beating her. So I punched the jerk in the face and Sir Akasi finished him

off.

I believe all is well now. Or at least improved with the Empress home safe.

Siccara bless,

Lady Datai d'Aggravaine, Lorekeeper of Knighthood

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Kuririn: A Prayer for Wisdom

Sat Dec 18 22:08:53 2010

To: Knighthood Immortal Kantilles RP

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Lord Kantilles,

Please bless your Tower, Althainia, Gareth, and the people of the Haon

Daran as we seek a cure for this disease that plagues the land.

As the light of your moon shines through this window, I feel secure knowing

it is through wisdom that we will dispel the fear of this plague.

In haste we astray, which is why I give thanks for the wisdom displayed when

encountering this plague. We give thanks for the assistance of your tower,

the patience of our leaders, and for your gift. As it is your gift, which

provides us the knowledge to find a cure and this fountain to fight back

Lord Crown's disease. Between you and me, I am trying to convince him that

the beer supplied by your songs, will do the same as the fountain. But, he

will have none of it.

Also, may the fountains you provided through song continue to provide

comfort to the Haon Daran.

Finally, I pray that through these trials we are able to maintain a unity of

light with your tower.

Of the Light, for the Light

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Gwaine: A prayer of faith.

Sun Dec 19 15:49:31 2010

To: Knighthood Mercerion ( Cayenna Scorn ) Nadrik Siccara Austinian

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Gareth's

Lord of honor, hearken your servant

a time of testing is upon us

a minion of evil has brought harm

for this harm, he holds the cure.

He would barter his cure.

Lord of honor,

guide us, guard us

grant us the strength

to walk as You would

to choose as You would

Amen.

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Kiery: Prayer of Grace

Sun Dec 19 16:03:39 2010

To: Knighthood Cayenna Scorn Taliena Nadrik Siccara Austinian

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Mother of Grace. Grant respite to those who suffer in this time. Grant

an understanding to those who have lost that they are in a better place and

suffer no more. Grant hope to those that remain that a cure shall be

recovered.

May your grace and beauty bring hope and cheer to the hearts of all.

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Gwaine: Plague scourge I

Sat Dec 18 15:01:53 2010

To: Knighthood Conclave Mercerion ( Cayenna Scorn )

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It was a voice Gwaine recognised. Snowmantle. The Lady Snowmantle. The mage. Invoker

now, he remembered. And now returned to the Ivory Tower.

' There is a plague affecting the a village, would you gather aid,

and not strike us as we battle it? '

The knights gathered quickly and efficiently, and within the hour a small patrol

was formed and led from the Keep.

Colonel Kiery Elistar led the Crown's personal guard, Lieutenant Rassilon Shiroken

and Sir Kuririn Haraldr of the Shield commanded the remaining squads.

The patrol entered the village of Haon Daran and began the search for the mayor's

quarters. Therein already were a contingent of Magi - Majorie Snowmantle,

the Magus Kulek Sho'ghul led by Master Bodrum Darkrock.

The mayor's affliction seemed dire. Boils and scourage inflamed his skin and he

already seemed at death's door. About him a mysterious dust lay in two small piles.

The tension with the magi was tangible. Fresh from recent skirmishes, the was a

slight unease until the briefest exchanged glances and nods established a temporary

ceasefire.

The prevailing circumstances needed cool, clear heads.

A quarantine was established and a patrol of knights tasked to keep it. In the

mayor's house, matters were spiralling out of hand. The mayor was barely coherent,

clinging to life, responding to none of the known benedictions.

He kept calling for the Emperor, at first it was uncertain whom he referred, until

he mentioned ' Merc .. '

The mayor's anguish seemed beyond his own affliction, the dust beside him that he

seemed almost protective over - and soon the mystery was revealed.

' Wi..fe '

It began as a slight sense of being unwell, then progressively deeper nausea and

illness until the first itch, fever and boil manifested. Whilst it the symptoms

took their toll, there were other battles to fight.

The magi, their infernal experimenting and curiousity. Even as the mayor suffered

before them, their eyes were on the dust and arcane chicanery - animates and the

like. The most defiling of necromantic artifices.

Fortunately, they were compelled to desist.

Aching limbs and clouded mind, from the prevailing symptoms, Gwaine reached with the

last of his strength to lay hands over the mayor, invoking Nadrik's name. He slumped

back, drained.

As more time passed, Bodrum also evidenced symptoms. It was decided to withdraw to

quarantine areas within Gareth's Keep and the Tower. The quarantine would remain in

place around Haon Daran, patrolled by knights of the Keep and allied forces.

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Gwaine: Plague scourge II

Sun Dec 19 18:06:21 2010

To: Knighthood Althainia Conclave ( Scorn Cayenna )

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Gwaine glanced down to his hand. A fevered delta of blisters rose on his

skin. He tightened his lips. A shivering wave coursed his frame, his body

frail from the ravages of this malign plague.

Hydration.

Gwaine grimaced, reaching for the decanter again. Small sips. Often.

The news from Mercerion left him troubled. A Drakkaran with a grudge. Worse

still, a Drakkaran with leverage. It had to be a Drakkaran.

Who else would seek service with the Ebony.

News of casualities from Haon Daran still streamed in. Mercerion had spoken

of his efforts to seperate those seriously ill, that they could receive care.

In Gwaine's mind's eye, it was the mayor's face, and his tearless anguish.

The damned Drakkaran had robbed Chodwick of even weeping for his dead wife.

Justice.

A wave of nausea coursed his frame, he almost doubled over from the spasm

that sheared through him. He glanced to Kiery, Kuririn and Rassilon's

sleeping forms

' Thank Nadrik, they rest. Imagine them seeing you this way,

May as well tie a bib, and call for a wet nurse. '

Gwaine chuckled dryly, sitting up against the chapel wall, the cool smooth

plaster against his neck and cheek, soothing from the scorching fever that

seemed to have settled almost as a second skin.

His brow furrows as he thought on Mercerion's news. A disgruntled blackrobe

having caused this plague, now wanting to benefit from it. Gwaine's hand

clenched involuntarily.

' Justice. The dead call for justice. And this damned Clavist ..

.. former Clavist .. Drakkaran .. and now he wants his pound of

flesh. '

Justice. For the death's caused, for the pain inflicted. For the memory

of a man from whom his loved one was taken, not even left a corpse or tears

to mourn.

For such a man .. Gwaine knew what justice was his due. No compromise. No deal.

Justice in its simplicity. A life forfeit for the lives taken.

He only wished it was written in his fate to deliver it.

Time would tell how fate's line, through this story, would be drawn.

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Mercerion: The Plague of the Haon Daran

Mon Dec 20 01:46:00 2010

To: Althainia Conclave Knighthood Cayenna Scorn Staldrache

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To those enclosed:

Most of you know already, of the plague that has hit the Haon Daran, Gwaine

of Gareth, and Bodrum of the Conclave. We have met with the deviser of said

plague, and are currently set to bid for the serum and its recipe. However,

I do not trust in his serum or recipe as an only answer.

We may not be able to obtain that which we require from this mage, and so I

in turn, turn to all of you. We know the spell is some mixture of plague

and solidify, and we must find a way to reverse these affects. I ask that

all of you whom are available, take time to research these spells, and use

what knowledge you have in your field, library, tower, or keep, to help come

up with a secondary solution to this plague. I too, will be spending time

studying whom I may, and what I may, to try and contribute to the cure. Let

us find this solution without bending to the whims of this tyrant if at all

possible. This, is for all the afflicted, and those yet to be so.

Fate has cast us together in this role, and as such, we must take a stand

and end the suffering before it outbreaks to an unmanageable level.

-Mamoritai

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Staldrache: Haon Doran: In search of a cure. (I)

Mon Dec 20 02:11:12 2010

To: Mercerion Althainia Conclave Knighthood Cayenna Scorn

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The Steel tapped his chin with a claw from his right paw, troubled after

his conversation with the softling Emperor. A new disease, the result of

combining the plague with the Conclave's solidify, was ravaging a softling

village near to Althainia.

The softling Emperor advised him that an arrangement had been made to

purchase the cure from the Necromancer who created it. Staldrache remained

skeptical - perhaps the cure was a lie, or perhaps it would be withheld, or

worse, put to auction.

As a last recourse before allowing the plague to spread unchecked across

Algoron, Staldrache was confident he could bury the village in lava - an

atrocious act that would kill many innocents, perhaps including the softling

General of Gareth's Keep.

With a heavy heart, Staldrache planned for one alternative. He was,

afterall, a Steel of Kantilles. Inherently magical by virtue of being

Firstborn, he also had a lifetime of devotion to Good Magic himself.

Accomplished at cures and healing in his true form, he had even the

advantage of training as a mage in his soft one.

Changing now to his more dextrous form, Staldrache began to set up equipment

of experimentation within his lair. Drawing upon his considerable wealth of

knowledge and experience, he would devise a cure of his own.

Or, he feared, Haon Doran may burn beneath his magmatic flow.

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Staldrache: Haon Daran: In search of a cure. (II)

Mon Dec 20 02:32:06 2010

To: Mercerion Althainia Conclave Knighthood Cayenna Scorn Kantilles Imm RP

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A mage stood within the ancient underground ruins of a shrine to

Kantilles illuminated by the glow of magma and the reflection from granite

and quartz. Before him spread a vast assortment of test tubes,

interconnected in a dizzying array of complexity. In some, thick dark

liquids slowly boiled, giving way to wispy vapors which made their way to

condensing flasks. In others, colorful particles collected at the bottom

where multiple sources met.

Quickly he worked, racking his brain. Foremost in his thoughts were the

original reagents - that being plague and solidify, and what may form the

correct antidote. He was unsure yet if the right combination would be a

serum, or itself a new spell, perhaps as simple as the joining of cure

disease with pass door.

The latter he tucked away in his mind, while at the front he concentrated on

his alchemy, as some would term it.

Outside, day turned to night. Inside, the constant slow bubbling of a magma

pool was joined by the bubbling and hissing of Staldrache's experiments.

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Staldrache: Haon Daran: In such of a cure. (III) (LATE)

Sun Feb 20 13:53:52 2011

To: Mercerion Gwaine Datai Althainia Conclave Knighthood Cayenna Scorn Kantilles Imm RP

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Staldrache had settled his thoughts upon three possible cures. First, he

thought to combine a simple cure disease with a pass door in order to

possibly counter the original reagents as he understood them: plague and

solidify.

His second train of thought also began with cure disease - this time,

imbuing a poison with the cure. His thought ran twofold: the poison may not

be rejected as a normal cure may be, and may then course through the veins

of the victim, "attacking" the body with the cure - a more violent version

of a simple disease cure.

Third, his thoughts turned to his own blood. It is thought that a Dragon's

blood contain the elemental magic which characterizes that dragon. It was

with this thought that the familiar voice called to him, a worry edging into

her normally pleasant voice that Staldrache found wrenching.

Oh Good Steel, I think Lord Gwaine is getting worse. I've been up waiting

so long, I may fall asleep on yah all.

His third idea required no preparation, and thus he called the Lorekeeper of

Gareth's Keep to his lair. While Datai held a vial to his chest, Staldrache

slipped a claw between two scales. With a great puff of acrid breath and a

grunt, he extracted his claw. Within moments, a thin stream of blood

trailed down a lower scale, dripping towards the vial.

Datai swallowed and steadied both her hands and the vial carefully, to catch

the blood. As the vial neared full, Datai stoppered it. Have yah any

advice on administering this, Good Steel?

He thinksss He thinksss it ssshould be sswallowed. The blood of the

firssstborn containsss magic itssself, he would not want to place it

dirrrectly into the Gwaine's own blood, came his reply. After granting

Datai the blessings of Kantilles, and almost as an afterthought, he added,

Ssmall quantitiess..

Go well with purposssse, Lorrekeeper.

Siccara bless yah with inspiration, Good Steel, Datai replied, slipping the

vial into her pockets, and bowing gracefully.

Staldrache returned to his work.

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Datai: a parchment on which a small prayer is neatly scribed

Mon Dec 20 19:55:44 2010

To: Knighthood ( Siccara immortal Cayenna )

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Preserve, prevent,

Goddess, Your power lent,

Endure, hold fast,

No evil will ever last,

Enjoin, show, teach,

Wisdom we beseech,

In prayerful word,

Guide shimmering sword,

Alchemist's measure,

To protect life's treasure.

- Lady Datai d'Aggravaine, Lorekeeper of Knighthood

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ON THE FLOOR

Today's Hymn for Prayer Time

Healing rain, healing rain,

Wash away sorrow and pain,

Soothe and nourish the lost,

Healer's touch, warm and soft,

In Her embrace, be healed,

Return hope to the field,

Healing rain, healing rain,

No despair will remain,

Cleansed and purified,

Washed away tears cried,

To the Healer I kneeled,

Life's hope and joy revealed,

Sunlit colors, Siccara's name,

Healing rain, healing rain.

PS: Make sure Lord Gwaine gets plenty to drink.

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Strego: Sacrifice.

Sat Jan 8 11:46:41 2011

To: Knighthood

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To give accounts of the events that had come to me giving my voice. This

is written by Strego Kole I am a Priest of Austinian and also thirteen years

of age. An I give to you the thoughts and feelings I had that day. I my

dreams I had felt this comming events seem to unfold more then where ever by

choice I choice my actions but I feel now as if I made them long before they

ever happened.

A terrible plague had been unleashed apoun Haon Daran I know well for I had

been doing my best to treat those people. I was there also when the Kyrlynn

Mamoritai was in destress to be kidnapped at the begining paying a randsom.

How I to show up first an gladly confuse there ranks.

A party of us where formed to find a cure I glad jumped at the chance to end

the nightmare people had suffered with. When we entered the Ancient

Necromacer's lair I knew it well I had dreams of this place a thousand

times. Fate seemed to await me in those chambers. We had attempted to for

many hours to find a peaceful way to get part of the cure. He wasn't goin

to give in I knew that and intentionally angered him for it was leeway later

but at the time was enough to get at least a step closer to the cure.

Engaged

My spells seem to hit there mark well he seemed to be handicapped quickly

the problem was he seemed to be taking just as much damage as us.. He

stopped the fighting with raise of his hands an roar of ENOUGH! , Both of

knew he would see his end even if this continued but we would take losses

too. At first he wished the life of child at the start Mercerion's child

one of them. I could not bare the thought of that an I reply"You want a

child I'm child. I would rather lose myself then see them hurt I would have

rather died then see them suffer. At this time his anger toward me proved

enough place it's mark.

His mind had changed wishing my voice over my life. I gave my word to it

and he gave us what we needed location to the secound part of the cure and

the first part his hair. Mercerion and Meki where heart set to protect me

an I couldn't allow that I gave my word as did he. There attempts to stand

in the way where futile in the end. Thankfully he had taken my voice

without thier permission, much longer I would have need to move them to hold

my to my word.

Knights, will call this sacrifice I've lived my life by there code and

hadn't even realized it till I had read there books. I feel as if I've

sacrificed nothing I look at this each day as I traded countless lives just

for my voice. Time will tell if I do the same without it.

Signed:Strego Kole Priest of the Light.

Note: Some weeks after the ordeal, Austinian restored Strego's voice to him.

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Kuririn: My time in Quarantine

Wed Feb 9 17:49:44 2011

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To Gareth! The Messenger did ride,

Carrying the cries of children inside.

I am plagued, I must die;

My flesh destroyed, O'Lord Why?

Within minutes Gareth's champions soared

Arrived to find the Haon Daran floored.

Praying to the Lord, Gwaine sought healing

But, soon his skin neared peeling;

Unknowingly a sacrifice he made,

For he was the one now needing aid.

Quarantine! Quarantine! The cry rang out,

Quarantined with two paladins? No drinking my stout

In the Chapel we rested, eyeing Gwaine's dot,

I quietly hoped his skin would not rot.

To keep Spirits high, Bardic humor I tried!

I'd have had better luck asking Kiery as my bride.

For on this day, a great lesson I learned

A Paladin's sense of humor is absurd.

Water was identified as relieving the pain;

Keeping hydrated, Gwaine did strain.

But focusing on water, Gwaine did miss

The cure was simply a shot of pure bliss!

Whisky Lord Gwaine! I tried, I tried!

But, I'd have had better luck asking Kiery as my bride.

While Althainian's fought a witch,

Straldache the Steel found its niche.

Offers of remedies unfamiliar to men,

Drink a shot of ferrite crystal or ten!

Nothing quite worked, so we turned to mass!

Lord Gwaine waited for the crystal to pass.

Neither humor, whisky, and the Steel divine

Could cure Gwaine's dehydrated behind.

Luckily for Gwaine, the light would prevail

and Althainians returned with a curing pale.

And so this tale must come to an end,

But there is a part I don't comprehend.

While Lord Gwaine might have seen it as risky,

I still think he should have tried the whisky!

Sir Kuririn Haraldr