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Considering all the rp that has happened around this saga, it is a pity we didn't log them all in place, but here's a start.
RP log - Lezra, Avatar of Nadrik speaks on Wargar and their Vampires.
Day of Thunder, 10th the Month of the Great Evil.
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Thu Apr 2 04:19:12 2009
To: Knighthood Grumf Clarissia Mercerion Imm Immortal Immortals Nadrik Austinian Siccara Raije Cliath
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Brethren in the Light,
This situation with Wargar is necessarily demanding, requiring diligence
and fortitude from each of us.
Know well, our purpose here is to cleanse the taint of the undead from the
Mountain. Either through the trickery of Devion or the murderous ambition
of Fatale, these misguided leaders of the Mountain are blinded to the threat
that they nuture at their breast.
However, the faithful that man this Keep's battlements are ever
vigilant and unyielding in our duty. Thus we do what must be done, though
it grieves deeply to take war to a Mountain we once knew as friend and ally.
Mindfull of our purpose, this is what is needed and these are the standing
orders in this matter with Wargar.
1. We shall hunt unceasingly this one called Reirak, until he is cured of
his undead taint, be it through the redemption of prayer or the
salvation of sunlight or be it through the severing of his head.
2. For the time being, we shall not be hostile to any other member of Wargar.
However, note well their leader's declared intent to defend this undead.
If any of the Mountain intervene to protect this undead, then this shall be
counted as a hostile act and we shall wage war against the Mountain complete.
3. We shall however, also offer peace to individual members of Wargar that seek it.
Our purpose is not war for the sake of war. Those that keep faith with us will
find it returned to them.
Knights of Gareth, you are called to your duty, heed well these orders. Be vigilant
on the field, and make sure any who initiate hostility, or any who request peace are
duly reported to an officer on duty and by missive to the rest of the Keep.
d'Aggravaine. Crown.
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Thu Apr 2 04:28:51 2009
To: Knighthood Thaxanos Althainia Shalonesti Shalonesti_Kingdom Grumf Clarissia Mercerion Imm Immortal
Immortals Nadrik Austinian Siccara Raije Cliath
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The Keep of Gareth has no quarrel with the Kingdom of Thaxanos, finding
both in it and in the counsel of its leaders, the wisdom and forebearance
for which the dwarvenkin have had long renown.
I pray that this state of affairs will continue, and that we shall find in
the future more that binds us together, than that which sets us apart.
As such, the Knights of Gareth will continue to offer assistance in a manner
befitting an ally of Thaxanos, excepting of course, where said assistance
may conflict with our own principles, namely, consorting directly with those
of evil aura or darken inclination.
d'Aggravaine. Crown.
A flash of warm comforting white light temporarily blinds you.
You blink.
Rassilon says softly (to Nyree) 'Well I had been working to learn more about those connected to the
Father. The other Gods of Light, the Metallic Dragons, the Archangels... even Frost Giants and
mortals... perhaps it can be added instead?'
Rassilon snaps his fingers.
Nyree says softly (to Rassilon) 'You may keep this one.'
Rassilon shakes his head solemnly.
Nyree gives Sacraments of Faith to Rassilon.
Pail'dar walks in.
Rassilon says softly 'I have no space in the Vault, it would be in danger'
Gwaine makes as though to raise his hand to his eyes, and then pauses.
Nyree says softly 'Would you not carry it with you?'
Rassilon says softly 'I have a copy of it, however'
You say 'Hrmm.'
You feel the divine presence of your god. The white light filling your vision fads and coming into focus
you see the temple of Nadrik within Wargar.
Rassilon says softly 'And have it stolen if I am...'
Rassilon glances sidelong at you.
Rassilon says softly (to You) '... everything alright, General D'Aggravaine?'
Nyree says softly (to Rassilon) 'Stolen that the thief may read of His Word, perhaps sparking a dimmed
light in his heart?'
Gwaine blinks rapidly, his movements stilling as his eyes take on a distant look, as though focused on a
vision far away.
A dull blue light flashes around Gwaine, isolating him from the others.
Pail'dar walks east.
Rassilon says softly (to Nyree) '... fair point...'
Gwaine raises his head heavenward, his stance open, arms at his side.
You stop using a dulled electrum helm crested with red Gyr-feathers.
You stop using a dreadwood pike.
You hear the voice of Lezra Lazul speaking to you. The lord has made his will known to me. He will withdraw his holy place from the dwarves. It's grounds shall become that of Cliath.
Nyree turns her head toward you trying to discern the actions within the Light.
Gwaine 's features settle solemnly, deepening to sorrow.
Gwaine lowers his head a fraction.
You hear the voice of Lezra Lazul speaking to you. Many dwarves do still respect the lord of Honor, but it is the lord's judgement that no place of him should offer shelter to those of the red aura.
Rassilon remains solemnly quiet as he watches you.
Nyree slips off her pew to kneel quietly.
Nyree kneels.
Gwaine intones reverently, ' My Lord, the taint they invite, we seem powerless to intervene. We do what we can, yet they listen naught. '
You hear the voice of Lezra Lazul speaking to you. You are to seek out his priest Thaxl. His task will be compounded by the absense of Nadrik's presence, and now more than ever those of the light will depend upon his guidance.
Gwaine intones reverently, ' Your knights have spoken to Priest Thaxl of the Son, and he has held true
faith, my Lord, he has vowed not to aide this tain in the Mountain, yet we shall seek him again to offer
him support and encouragement, for he is deserving. '
You hear the voice of Lezra Lazul speaking to you. This keep has acted appropriately. Many of wargar are brothers and sister of our faith. Some of the neutral path also respect and uphold Nadrik's teachings. We must do what we can to keep the taint form turning others in Wargar
Gwaine intones reverently, ' How shall the will of Nadrik be known to the Mountain, my Lord Lezra? Shall your humble servant carry this word? '
You hear the voice of Lezra Lazul speaking to you. ... into abominations, be it by cure, or by purging.
Gwaine intones reverently, ' My Lord, our priests have their orders to extend their counsel to all those who would listen, your clerics and paladins of this Keep also, we shall all lend to this cause, for one soul lost to this taint, is one soul too many. '
You hear the voice of Lezra Lazul speaking to you. The Lord Nadrik's desire is to save the dwarves from the danger of this darkness. You have already expressed with your leadership the position of the keep,
which is also the position of the Lord.
Gwaine intones reverently, ' My Lord, if there is any stone unturned that we have left, guide us, my Lord Lezra, we are the children of the Son, and we bask in His guidance, His path we shall not falter on. '
You hear the voice of Lezra Lazul speaking to you. It should be made clear the lord hold no displeasure with the dwarven people as a whole.
Acre floats in.
Acre floats gently to the ground.
Acre sits down and rests.
Nyree whispers to Acre, 'The Lord Knight is taken from us by these Lights, it is only his words we can hear.'
Gwaine intones reverently, ' This message shall be repeated until they are deaf from hearing it, my Lord, we shall not allow that they lie to themselves to make their stance more palatable to their consciences.
We do not abandon them, we take to war with sorrow, but war we must for our faith and belief.'
Acre says 'Lights milady?'
Rassilon nods solemnly.
Acre kneels in common prayer.
Gwaine intones reverently, ' When this taint is cleansed and the Mountain showing good faith again, we shall lay down our weapons from them, for the blood of brethren in the Light, those respecting honor, this is precious unto us.'
You hear the voice of Lezra Lazul speaking to you. It is the responsibility of this keep to thwart evil from spreading in the world. We must never forget that.
A soft pulse of dull blue light circles Gwaine, isolating the knight from the others. Within the circle the transparent image of Lezra can be seen speaking with him.
Kleft has entered the realm.
Kleft stands up.
Acre gasps.
Gwaine intones reverently, ' We are the bastion of the Light, the Lord of Honor's own swordarm in these realms, the mailed gauntlet within a velvet glove. Nay, Good Lezra, we do not forget, this is our faith, our purpose and to this we shall hold true unto death.'
Kleft runs and does a combination twirl and flip high into the air!
Acre pulls Kleft down to his knees.
Kleft lands safely on his feet.
Kleft bows.
Kleft kneels.
Kleft glances around, confused, his head bowed in respect.
Acre indicates the light on the Lord Knight and the holy presence to the acrobat.
You hear the voice of Lezra Lazul speaking to you. The following few days there will be divine signs to show all that the Lord is with Gareth. A sign of needed support that will inspire those within the keep.
Gwaine bows his head deeply, holding it in reverent submission to the avatar of the Lord of Honor.
Kleft whispers 'Nadrik is here?'
Rassilon nods solemnly to Kleft.
Kleft looks around, clearly not seeing anything out of the ordinary.
You hear the voice of Lezra Lazul speaking to you. I...I must go champion...be well.
A soft pulse of dull blue light circles Gwaine, isolating the knight from the others. Within the circle the transparent image of Lezra can be seen speaking with him.
Gwaine intones reverently, ' My Lord, we have faith, we believe. Yet even still, such signs as you offer will fill your knights with vigour.'
Nyree shakes her head at Kleft, whispering quietly, 'The chosen Paladin of Lord Nadrik, Lezra Lazul.'
Acre whispers 'The Avatar.'
Gwaine intones reverently, ' Be well, my Lord Lezra, until you can come to us anon. '
Gwaine straightens, standing tall.
The soft blue light fades away and leaves Gwaine glowing. Lezra fades away with the light.
Kleft looks around the room, awe on his face.
Gwaine blinks rapidly, his features solemn, yet graced with a sorrowful smile.
Acre says 'Is the Avatar pleased milord?'
Kleft says 'What happened!?'
Nadrik utters the words, 'yazaf ay hpz oaeg'.
A wave of righteousness pass through you.
Nyree rises to her feet, awaiting the Lord Knight's word.
Nyree stands up.
Kleft kneels.
Kleft looks at you.
Gwaine raises his head heavenward as the blessing of the Son fills his being.
Kleft says 'The lord Knight has a Holy Aura!'
Kleft gasps.
Rassilon says softly '.... we noticed'
Acre sighs at Kleft.
Acre smiles at Kleft.
Acre says 'The Avatar has come to bless him.'
Kleft says (to Acre) 'I have never seen this before! What a joyous day!'
You say 'The Son is amidst us, render to Him your thoughts, Knights of the Keep.'
Kleft beams a smile from ear to ear.
Acre looks up into the light.
Acre says 'Are the actions of the Knights of Gareth Keep pleasing to the Lord of Honor?'
Gwaine closes his eyes for a moment, and then opens them looking around to the gathered faces.
You say 'They are.'
Acre says 'And is there any direction in which the Lord of Honor wishes us to pursue with more vigor?'
You say 'Yet, think not in this moment of the grace He lends us, rather, think on the grace He removes from the Mountain.'
Acre says 'I pray for those of Nadrik within the Mountain to counsel their Thane to see wisdom.'
You say 'He has spoken and spoken thus, no longer shall His altar remain so consecrated in a place that harbours the taint of the undead, thus it shall be that the Altar that once was Nadrik's shall be so no longer, given as it will to Cliath.'
Acre says 'And reason, before this feud bites too deep.'
You say 'Our Lord has reaffirmed our mandate with Him. We are His Chosen, His bulwark against the enroaching darkness, the frontline that guards the Light.'
Acre smiles at you.
You say 'Let all here bear witness.'
Gwaine looks around to the gathered faces.
You say 'In the days to come, our Lord shall come amongst us with signs of His favour.'
You seem to have a loss of concentration.
Kleft nods reverently to you.
Acre says 'I sincerely hope that Cliath shows as little patience as the Lord of Honor to the anti-creation.'
You say 'Let it be to Cliath what is Cliath, our duty is to Nadrik and the Light, and in this we cannot fail.'
The Altar room
This simple room is a place of healing and rest. A place of peace.
Dedicated to the worship of Austinian, the Father of Goodness, you know that
no harm can come to you within these walls. A small altar stands at the end
of a short passage, the symbol of the Father etched into the front. To
either side of the passage are the wooden pews, made of strong hardwood by
your forefathers. You are reminded of the reason the order of Knighthood
was created.
(Glowing) Before you is a stone altar to Austinian, Father of Goodness.
A fountain of great beauty stands by the altar.
Seating is available on hardwood pews.
(Blue Aura) (Glowing) The Clan Wars X Championship Trophy stands here.
(Golden Aura) Kleft is here.
(Golden Aura) Acre is resting here.
(Golden Aura) Rassilon is here.
(Golden Aura) Nyree is here.
(Golden Aura) Jornhya, priest to Austinian stands here waiting to hear your prayers.
Acre appears to be deep in thought.
Acre nods.
Acre stands up.
Acre looks at you.
Rassilon slips out quietly.
Rassilon walks east.
Acre says 'I am glad that our mandate is secure milord.'
Gwaine nods quietly.
You say 'Yet to think that a nation of peoples shall be without His consecrated place, by the actions of
one, this is unforgiveable.'
Gwaine says grimly, ' Their Lady Thane has much to answer for. '
You wear a dulled electrum helm crested with red Gyr-feathers on your head.
You wield a dreadwood pike.
A dreadwood pike feels like a part of you!
Acre says 'Aye, a lost of influence there is by their doing.'
Gwaine hefts his pike in his hand, his gauntleted fingers curling on its haft.
Acre says 'But that altar has been present since time eternal.'
You feel a burst of energy.
You say 'That which was, shall be no longer, and so, it is a lesson to us all, it not only by our action that we are judged, but also in our inaction.'
You say 'To those here present, Priest Thaxl is of the Son and Wargar, to him extend all your help and support, he will need it.'
Acre says 'Indeed milord.'
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