TerraNES: The Civil Experiment

OOC: Do Xiyi have contact with the Katos?
 
From Aramyan Bureaucracy

Forman Siria
Your people are an even match to ours, your blood is fine, you deserve a place betwixt the rivers, in Levea. We cannot tell a lie twice, we shall claim the southern town, and you the north. Fair deal?... as well, our kings are not gods, they make errors, so let the new generation begin new relations.
 
Hey Terrance, have you responded to my diplomacy yet? Just wondering if that is the case.
 
From the Faithful Horde to Vahnshallah
Sorry, there is too much interference. We did not get the message.

From the Ostavans to the Faithful Horde
Why? We like our promised land well enough, and we have strong Belief in the truth in our scripture.


OOC: @ General Olaf
Not yet. At least 100 more years if Zhou expands his colonies aggresively.

From Forman Siria to Aramya
You cannot tell a lie twice? That is new.
We can agree to establish a treaty with our truce.
Have you heard about Baragan? We have merchants who tell of Hyak "friends".
 
To Friendly Ethiopeans: Unless you object, we will send an army to defend you from bandits, along with the money, agruiculture and tools to advance your region technologically.

To Traditionalists: We are offering you one last chance to end this peacefully. Stop your attacks against peacefull villages, merchants and traders or we will step in to defend the innocent. There is much land south of here if you wish to avoid civilization completely. Or you can live by your ways as peacefull neigbors, but we will not let you harm our allies.
 
My identity shall become clear in time, scion of Kabitz, who you call Kitab. Until then, prepare yourself as the avatar of Takarzi musters his strength.
 
You could roleplay another culture?

Never tell that to a Greek nationalist.
 
Also with how many EP's do i start?
 
Christos:

Byzantinon Kingdom/NPC
Color: Pale Yellow
Religion: Primitive Exnotism
Age: Early Bronze (7/75)
Size: Small
Economy: 9/0 (1/4/4) -0
Military:1 Spearmen (3), 2 Archer (3). 7 Curraghs (1), 70 Curragh (0.5)
Confidence: Tolerating
Culture: Mediocre
Projects: Wealth of Wheat (DONE +Control of Wheat Trade)

Terrance: He should have upkeep costs, yes?
 
I agree about the edit.

Terrance: He should have upkeep costs, yes?

I should?

Also thanks for helping me.
 
Its 3EP.

Anyway, here's somethings which would be on Byzantinos' Minds.
European Makedonians-Getting frisky, want to check out Anatolia (Koyulun.)
Koyulun Makedonians-Getting Frisky. Somewhat controlled, but want to expand their "breeding grounds"
Koyunlunites-No longer migrationary but still unsettled, one of the Koyunlunite powers of Keres or Katan might attack us
Aegean Pirates-Bad for trade. Trade will slowly be strangled if a true, concentrated and not deflected attempt at stopping them is not brought up soon.
 
From Vahlshallah to Ostava;
Our beliefs our the same; the Faith and the Belief run strong. Let us work together at the least, to build a great new tomorrow.

From Vahlshallah to the Faithful Horde;
Feel free to settle when you have the chance. We are rebuilding, and the people long for the Faith to return to friendly lands.
 
I didn't think you had contact with the Horde. Also, stop sending migrants into italy, gawd.
 
I didn't think you had contact with the Horde. Also, stop sending migrants into italy, gawd.

I'm not sending migrants into Italy, Eltain. I just provoked the Longbeards southward, had the remnants of the Red Faith pillage northward, and burned down half of your country. And urged some people southward as well with new weapons. But besides that, what makes you think I'm sending people south? :)
 
History of the Faith and of Valyria, the lost Homeland, as told through the accounts of Violet Faith Historian


The Faith has exploded in fanaticism recently, but that has as of late been halted with the mass exodus of our peoples northward. With that recent migration, the Faith has mostly splintered up even further from their core ideals, as it was before the Exodus of course, but the Faith is still highly unified and not likely to collapse any time soon.

With the Exodus, we have seen the Faithful turn to violent bloodshed, even when the most haywire of the splinter sects of the Faith (being the Red Faith itself), have been all but destroyed in the Ash lands of Valyria. Their sacrifice, the Burning Sacrifice of Valyria ended up saving our people, but they burned the bridges that might have been left to us as well. We lost a hundred and twenty thousand people when we were fleeing north from the assault of the southern peoples, and when the men and women of Liguria and Ctesiphod stood against us, we shattered them. But not without grievous casualties. I can still remember the huge amounts of bodies that choked the rivers as we tried to cross, plenty of bodies from Ctesiphod, but many more bodies from our own people. We had to cross bridges of our own bodies because the Ctesiphod soldiers had prepared ahead of us and burned the bridges to deny entry into their plentiful farmlands of the Rtas Valley. We forced them back though, burnt their cities and towns to the ground like they deserved, but we suffered horribly for that. We can only hope that the Green Death that came after us hit them so hard, that the gods made them suffer for it.

After all, the original Green Death was the people from the south, the Zirilites we so despised. The Red Death, being the Red Faith itself, was our vengeance upon the world, and the Grey Death was our salvation. We have fled like cowards, but there was no other choice that we had in the matter. It was fight and die, or flight and salvation. We had to preserve our nation, its people, and everything we stood for. We could not have allowed the heretical dogs of the Zirilite belief system to take control of our nation destroy our religion and turn us into a puppet state loyal to them. Granted, we could have stood our ground and fought them till the very end, but then the new Green Death, that plague or rats and murder of crows, would have doomed us all. We could not fight a multi-front war and continue with plague recovery efforts, and waiting too long would have had the people of Ctesiphod move against us, as well as the Zirilites. There was no option but out, and we took it. Some may see our actions as foolhardy, and unjust, that we should have fought and died beneath the banner of our nation and our homes like the Red Faith had done. They would have had us die for not, and let the star of our nation fall beyond the horizon, to crash into the world and die.

We cannot allow that to happen… no, we cannot. Our people must thrive and prosper, and raise themselves up a new nation, a nation to stand the test of time and go to the Sunset Lands where our true salvation is that… but we must wait for now, wait and bide our time. But I have lost track of where his piece of information was supposed to go towards, let me reroute my information.

This article was made by orders of the leaders high up in the Faith, to catalogue the history, the teachings, and the sects of the Faith. That is what I will do, and I will fulfill my tasks.

Originally, the Faith spread from over the oceans on a random ship coming from the west, through the ancient straits of Gibraltar. The ship held the two great prophets of the Faith, Neumann and Kerlin, the prophets who brought the massive Faith documents with them. It is unknown where the Faith had come from before that, but the Faith took hold almost immediately in the city of Kora-Torr. From there, it spread northward and southward, into central Sarkov and the Duchy of Samnia, taking root almost immediately. Nearly two decades after it came to Sarkov, the royal family of Sarkov adopted the Faith as its primary religion. The Faith soon after became a melting pot, taking in the old teachings of the Martyrdom-Zealot beliefs, and also spread south into the Duchy of Samnia, where it assumed a mostly pacifistic system of teachings and beliefs. Over in the penal colonies though, on Sardinia and Corsica, the minority Grey Faith had a strong hold on the population. Their radical belief systems and practices made them out of place among the peaceful factions of the Faith, but that did not stop them from gaining power over in the penal colonies.

After the Winter War, the name for the first engagements of the Valyria Conflict, the Grey Faith was forced to retreat and fall back, with most of the Sarkov people located in the penal colonies fleeing by ship, through Zirilite infested waters, past the island of Zirilia and to the city of Kora-Torr to seek refuge there. Kora-Torr though was under attack from the inside, as the Samnite people raised up against the Sarkovian peoples inside of the city. We were forced into a fast and heavy retreat from the city that we had held for nigh on a hundred years… at the same time, the incursion of the Zirilite soldiers and the Apulia soldiers, as well as the Liguria Army as it advanced southward to overrun the penal colonies and launch an attack on the northern part of the country. Caught completely off guard, we were forced to recognize the rise of the Free Samnite nation as legitimate, something that was a point of contention among many of the elite.

With the first part of the Winter War done, our king committed suicide, an act of shocking surprise that resonated throughout the Sarkov community. King Sarklov III was a good leader, and an able one, but had acted poorly on information given to him by the Duke of the Duchy of Samnia, and saw the entire loss of our southernmost holdings and the penal colonies as a massive failure. Because of that, he decided that it was too much to live with, and committed suicide. With the king dead, his young son, Markrov II, was not yet able to rule. With the Grey Faith the most dominant sect of the Faith religion within Sarkov, the Grey Faith took over essentially in a theocratic council to rule until the boy king Markrov the second managed to take the reins. There was much work to be done after the disastrous Winter War, and much needed to be rebuilt.

First on the list was troops, and lots of them. The Grey Faith could organize large amounts of troops and money by calling up donations and militiamen, but that would not be enough. Diplomats went to Ctyria, long after we had signed an ancient peace treaty with them, to discuss the selling of the colony of Nova Sarkov over in Iberia. The Ctyrians publicly agreed to the deal, but when we needed money, we could not do so, because they had not given us the money for the colony. With that, our troops had nothing left to eat, and were forced to march south upon a grueling march without many delectable foods to eat. We had a massive army allied against the southern armies, an army big enough to smash them apart that outnumbered them by over five thousand soldiers. Once the battle began, many hungry soldiers started to consume the fallen troops of the other side in an orgy of bloodletting that saw a cannibalistic consumption of everything within sight.

The southern armies were eventually forced backwards, but they had also sent their fleets out onto the high seas in order to circle around us and possibly seize the capitol city of Sarkov. During the Battle of the Burning Seas, the coalition of nations (being Liguria, Apulia, Toras-North, and Samnia) sailed forth in over two hundred vessels to try and circle around through Ziril’s hook to surprise our men. We were waiting though.

It was predawn when the attack began, and the skies were bloody and orange. The Ziril ships knew nothing of what was happening, and they were completely unprepared. The first ships to arrive on the scene were the fire ships of the Martyrs, who had set their own vessels, alight with cleansing flame and steered them right into the enemy fleet. These burning ships had hundreds of screaming infidels, Ligurian and Apulia and Samnite and Toras-North men, lashed to the sides of the ships with their skins pulled back to expose their organs. The ships crashed together, and chaos erupted. The enemy was completely surprised, and in the fighting, they managed to sink all of the fire ships, but not before the second half of the fleet crashed against them and started a deadly havoc. By the end of the engagement, the bodies of Martyrs and southern coalition men floated in the waters, as flaming debris was swept back and forth on the tide. There had been heavy losses on the Sarkov side, but we had been victorious in that small battle. That was not what we could say what happened land wise, how much I wish I could say that.

The battles had been brutal clashes, as the Samnite armies still had an upper hand over the Sarkov forces. That was, until the navy managed to sneak several units of the Royal Guard behind enemy lines in order to sneak into the city of Kora-Torr and begin the cleansing. As dictated by the leader of the Faith, the cleansing was to remove the people of Samnia from the city, at any cost whatsoever. This brutal operation, known as Operation Flame Star, was a vicious attack. The attack, led by the Royal Guard, entered the city under the cover of night and began the operation. First up on target? The governor of the city, a Zirilite fanatic and a lifelong loyal man to the Ziril faith.

Since it was obvious that the city could not be captured and held, the Royal Guard prepared the explosives and the combustible material for the city’s Cleansing. After butchering their way out through masses of civilians, the Royal Guard left the city, and the main Sarkovian army allowed the Southern Coalition army group to enter the city, with a massive percentage of Samnites included in this army. Once that was done, the Sarkovian archers outside of the city set their arrows on fire.

With the dry summer conditions in the southern part of the country, the flames leapt up and spread very quickly on the inside of the city. The Sarkovian army had assembled around Kora-Torr and formed a defensive ring of spears and swords, and had prepared for this case. Sarkovian ships out in the waters outside of Kora-Torr had also finished off the ring, and made sure that it was sealed tight. As the civilian populace and the military soldiers attempted to flee the conflagration, they were cut down as they fled into Sarkovian lines. The orders that the Grey Faith commanders had with them dictated the massacre of civilians as a holy act against “the Faithless Zirilist dogs who dare to enter our nation and the men and women we helped to rebuild their nation and their city.” That made sure that anybody who was inside of Kora-Torr that die would die by the spear, stabbed to death in the mud. The Immolation of Kora-Torr as it is known, was a massive morale booster for the extremely bloodied Sarkovian military, and spurred them onwards in the attacks upon the Ligurian, Apulian, Toras-North, and Samnite men.

At the same time, the Ligurian army had drafted penal warriors from the penal colonies into their ranks, and raided the northern coasts of Sarkov. The civilians in the area though were fanatical for the Faith, and the Ligurian army had apparently not read reports of the Faithful in the northern part of the country. The Faithful in the northern part of the country were a part of the Faith Martyrdom sects, who believed that a death killing infidels (in this case, the mountain worshipping Zirilists, whose belief system had spread into central Liguria) was a holy act, and gladly sprung traps and sacrificed themselves to destroy the enemy war bands that swept into the nation. The penal warriors and the Ligurian army eagerly looked for food to pillage and raid, but the small amounts that the Sarkovian populace had made them willing to take more risks, which in this case was the attack upon the capital of the Sarkovian nation. Sarkov itself, the ancient heart of the nation, which supposedly lay before them now, undefended by the military that still warred and clashed in the southern part of Sarkov.

The warriors marched quickly against Sarkov, expecting to find it undefended; it was. The only problem was the Faith had built two massive ring walls around the city, as well as a massive, fortified citadel to prevent anyone from gaining access to the city. Sarkov had its walls, looming a hundred feet wall, and smooth as a baby’s arse, and made sure that they were unable to climb. The Ligurian and the penal warrior army were forced to retreat, at an extremely fast rate to boot.

Inside of the city though, a situation was devolving fast. A sect of assassins from Toras Ziril had made their way inside of the city and had infiltrated the Grey Council. The Grey Council was unarmed for the most part, and the assassins were many, but even so, the Council fought back and managed to cut down dozens of assassins before the last ones fell. With this brutal killing of the entire Grey Council, the leadership for the Faith, the Sarkovian Theocracy, and the military itself, was on the verge of collapse. In the fields, assassins struck down Grey Faith commanders and officers, and by the end of the Second Winter War, only generals Corius and Racchus had escaped alive, with a small number of the Grey Faith military and leadership hierarchy. More than 99% of the Grey Faith’s leadership had been annihilated.

Since the Grey Council was dead, the boy king, Markrov the Second, took power in Sarkov. He led the nation through a small period of peace, lasting approximately five years, before Zirilist assassins killed him. The main line of Sarkov was extinguished then and there, the line that had begun with Sarklov I in the ages of Heroes. The Theocracy was bloodied, and the monarchy mostly extinguished, so who would take power now?

The answer came with House Blackfyre’s return to Sarkov.

Two hundred and fifty years ago, the main part of the Sarkovian royalty fractured. The eldest son of Sarkov I was Tiruv, and when Sarlov I became king, Tiruv left Sarkov. Tiruv later took control of the northern cities, and his family became the governors of the areas, ruling the area gently and peacefully until the wars. House Blackfyre is an ancient house among the Sarkovian royalty, and had adopted a red banner of black flames, and it was rumored around the time of the return of Blackfyre to Sarkov that the leader of the house, Sirius the First, also known as the Lark, was a member of the Red Faith, a rumor brought on by the large amount of Red Faith guards that trailed the Lark himself.

It was later to be seen that that was not the case. The Lark was a member of the Grey Faith, not the Red Faith, and upon his return to Sarkov agreed to a series of back and forth negotiations between the Faith and himself. The Lark was a charismatic figure, who led the people of Sarkov well, and was the last king of Sarkov itself before the Exodus and the Resettlement in the North.

The Lark, given the situation, did the best that he could do. Given the fact that the leader of the nation of Toras-North was soon dead after the Lark succeeded to the throne, the Lark did not have much to work with. The successor of the dead leader of Toras Ziril was a brutish man, one who listened to his war advisors, men and women who wanted war and more bloodshed, even though they had seen what the Sarkovian people could wrought upon the world… and yet, the terms of the peace treaty that were being decided upon were cast out of the window… in the end, it was shown just how much you could put in a Toras man, which was less piss than you could put in a thimble. The Sarkovian nation had tried to recover as much land as it could, and pay war reparations to the Samnites if the Toras peace delegation would agree, but the infidels considered what they already had as too little, and their greed took ahold of them, took ahold of them much indeed.

Not only that, but the men of Ctyria, who had long been the grey morality neighbors to the north of Sarkov, turned against us. They declared war upon our people, declared war upon us, and mobilized troops. It was during these final hours that the last of the leaders of Sarkov had their ultimatum. There would be no hope for a Sarkovian nation upon the peninsula, and the true extent of what was going to happen was seen by all. Even with the dukes of the cities and the Duchy of Samnia, the Sarkovian people could not hold out forever. Five nations were crashing into them on all sides, and there was only way out; through the bodies of the infidels.

The Lark called upon the banners of all people, and had all non-Fanatic; all non-Zealots and non-Martyrs amass and march out from Sarkov, the ancient seat of the nation. It had stood for nearly five hundred years as a beacon of light and prosperity, of power and might that the Sarkovian people had had. The city played host to three hundred thousand civilians, men, women, children, old men and women, of all backgrounds in the central heartland of Sarkov. All were ready, prepared, and they all knew what they had to do. Even the children of these people were armed and prepared, prepared to do battle and die by the blade to escape the conquest and destruction of their homeland, the evisceration of its identity and the obliteration of their beliefs and the religion of the Faith.

When the last of the people had come up to Sarkov, the Lark put Operation Cinderbolt into gear. The Red Faith mobilized, with the entire sect remaining behind in Sarkov, and enacted Operation Cinderbolt with brutal efficiency. The plan was dictated as such; leave nothing behind for the Faithless dogs that would come behind the Sarkovian horde as it left its ancient homeland, leave nothing for the occupiers to take. The cities began to burn, and in the dry summer conditions, the blaze swirled south, fed on a diet of flammable material and hatred that the Red Faith had, as they consumed their vicious, psychedelic drugs. From one source, a commander in the Royal Guard, “the flames rose up behind us, twenty miles away at least, but the ash floated down on us, and you could taste the air, filled with the ashes of our fallen homeland. The scribes were singing, ‘All Valyria is aflame, greatest burnt sacrifice of time! And soon Zirilia will see the same, the beauty which is sublime!’ It was a grim day, and the clouds in the sky were lofted high, but rain would not fall. No, the gods were giving out punishment to us, and we were paying it back in kind to the infidels, letting them burn and be destroyed.”

The blaze spread southward with a vicious fury, consuming everything in its past. In the burned out ruins of Sarkov, the Red Faith split open the walls, leveling the pride of Sarkov and the ancient citadel and palace that had belonged to the Royal family to the ground, destroying nearly four centuries worth of civilization, culture, and legacy behind them, in order to leave nothing left for the people that would come after. Only ash, and fire, and salt, and the fury of a fleeing nation would remain behind, to become a testament to what would happen.

The Red Faith smashed southward into the Zirilist lines, and was halted after thirty days of brutal fighting that saw a good half of the sect die. They were fanatical in their resolve, and flung themselves bodily onto the spears of the enemy soldiers, dying by the hundreds as they strained to tear flesh off of the infidels. After the thirty days of fighting, the Red Faith members merely shrugged and captured the Zirilist fleet, and sailed right into their harbor in their capital city and began the second part of Operation Cinderbolt; Cascade. The targets were many; all of them were connected to the government of Toras-North, and many would see their end that night. The Zealots, the Fanatics, and the Martyrs, all vicious and bloody, broke through the Toras-North lines and began to slaughter hundreds of people, with a large amount of them heading for the fabled leader of the nation itself; the man who had singlehandedly caused a cascade of events that had led to this right here.

The Red Faith members kept up the charge, but at the palace, they were halted and most of them surrounded. Many chose to hurl themselves at the blades until the Toras-North men were staggered, and then forced their way out through the gaps. The remaining Red Faith members that were not completely infuriated and brought forth by the bloodletting fled to the ships, and burned down nearly half of the city in the process. Whatever ships they could not take with them were burned at anchor in the harbor, set aflame like a repeat of the Battle of the Burning Seas. This was a monumental victory for the Red Faith, who would retreat to the newly created Ashlands of Valyria.

The hordes in the meanwhile cut their way northward into Ctyria and Liguria, eager to have the blood of enemies upon their hands. The Ctyria army had blockaded all the passes, and the conflict between the three hundred and twenty thousand man army against the Ctyrians was bloody. The people that first rushed forward to meet the enemy soldiers were not military men, but instead innumerable amounts of men, women, children, and the elderly that threw themselves willingly against the spears of the enemy. This was a huge surprise to the Ctyrians, who were forced to fire down upon the civilians and the soldiers alike, as the columns of fire towering nearly two miles behind the hordes caused smoke to drift forward, as well as ash. After nearly three days of continuous fighting, which saw an excess of twenty thousand civilians die there upon the rocks and soil, the ash finally got to the archers, with large amounts of them fainting and passing out. At that point, the spearmen and Royal Guard of Sarkov marched forward to do battle. Another week of heavy fighting in the passes before the Ctyrian general was forced to retreat backwards, into the fertile Rtas river valley. The vicious assault drove the enemy back, and the Ctyrians seemed to believe that they were facing demons from hell itself. Unknown to any other person, the leader of the Faith had taken the Faithful horde and divided it from the main horde full of the average people. Filled with militiamen and armed civilians, the army marched forward into lightly held Liguria. As the main Sarkov horde was cutting through and laying waste to five hundred years of prosperity in the Rtas river valley, the Faithful Horde set Liguria aflame with war. The un-walled capital fell easily to the men of the Sarkovian army, who proceeded to destroy the capital and displace thousands of people, most of whom were turned into slaves. After that incident, the main Faithful horde arrived, and began a bloodletting orgy of death and destruction that turned Liguria into total ruin. It got to the point that people of the Sarkovian horde were fighting among themselves before tempers were calmed and they were back upon the march once again.

The troops of the hordes left nothing but ruin and despair behind them, and the throes of a dying civilization could be heard behind as left. Ctyria was left bloodied and torn, Toras-North as well. People struggled to scratch a living out of the mounds of ash and salt left behind by the troops of Sarkov on their bloody march north, as well as the massive dunes of sand remaining behind in the destruction of the Sarkovian homeland. What has been left behind is not fit for human habitation, not fit for human habitation whatsoever. Longbeards, people far from the other sides of the mountains, have been displaced by the Sarkovian march northward, and have been forced southward to hound the Rtas valley and the Ctyrian peoples. The Sarkovian people also apparently got out in time; a plague, the Green Death as it is known has viciously torn into the ironically green colored Toras-North, forcing their rebuilding of the city of Naffas-North to halt, and stop. Naffas-North will eventually split off from the main Toras-North country, and form its own nation on the slopes of Mt. Vesuvius, the mountain that the Toras-North men and women worship for some odd reason.

Scouts sent backwards to check Sarkov have reported that the Red Faith is still present, but cannot last forever. There is not enough food in the ruins of the former nation of Sarkov to feed them, not enough food to feed a nation. The Red Faith will not be able to breed either, as the constant uses of their drugs to induce the Reveries have caused them to become infertile forever. Not only that, but the Red Faith plan to kill themselves in a holy war against eh remaining Ctyrian and Longbeards and Toras-North people, as the fires of hatred have been stoked within their heart and stirred.

In the ensuing years since the fall of Sarkov, the main Sarkovian horde has streamed northward before crossing the Danube River, also known as the Silver River, and settling the new capital of Spire. At the same time, the Faithful Horde has stumbled upon the Ostavan peoples, who seem to share a similar religion that is much like the Faith itself, quite oddly enough.



The sects that have sprung up as of late amongst the people of our nation, the new nation of Vahlshallah. Although the Main Faith is still widely followed, the Grey Faith is still adhered to and the peaceful Valarian Faith is practiced, new and more radical sects have sprung up. The Martyrdom Faith and it’s offshoots and melting pot influence in some of the other sects has declined as of late, no doubt due to the huge amounts of Martyrs that willingly sacrificed themselves in order to kill Ctyrians, Toras-North, Zirilites, Ligurians, and Free Samnites. Because of this, the large amount of Martyrs that once permeated just about everywhere in the belief system of the Faith have shrunk, but they are still present. As it stands, the percentages of people following the different Faiths stands as such; The Faith (30%), the Grey Faith (25%), the Valarian Faith (10%), the Martyrdom Faith (5%), and the newly created Belief-Faith which is a hybrid of Ostavan ideas and the Faith itself (5%).

New sects have sprung up though. The United Faith is vicious and bloody, similar to the Red Faith, though without the cannibalistic sacrifices and consumptions, instead putting their efforts into spilling blood. It is said that they consider blood holy and burn offerings of blood to the Red Reaper, and pray for the people of Vahlshallah to be returned to their homeland one day. The introduction of the Red Reaper into the Faith pantheon of gods is a move that was started and followed up by the United Faith, who now worship the god fanatically and seek the Red Reaper to lead them to “the Blazing Cleansing”, something that is spoken of in hushed tones amongst the members of the United Faith. They also follow the practice of “One Voice”, namely the fact that they all agree on the same thing and believe wholeheartedly in the same ideals, which is scary enough at the least.

Not only that, but the Violet Faith has arisen, and is a strange sect indeed. This version of the Faith does not follow the downward spiral of the Faith into madness and ideals of bloodshed, but instead is a scholarly order interested in preserving the Faith writings and keeping them safe. A commonly known fact is that when the hordes marched north, not all papers could be brought with them, and many more were burned to ash. Since the Faith considers these writings, which have expanded upon and written in large amounts with every new generation of monks that joins the Faith, holy, efforts to rebuild these writings and create more of them is underway, as well as the copying of writings by hand onto new sheets to make sure that they are not destroyed as they were when the Zirilists marched north with the Samnites and attacked Sarkov. The heathen religion of Zirilism saw the writings as false and had them burned to ash and ruin because of it, with the fall of the monasteries. The Violet Faith’s actions have been met with happiness, as many people want the ancient writings of the Faith restored to how they were once, since so much has been lost in the past century of warfare and exodus.

On that matter, the Violet Faith has done their job remarkably well. The Faith’s documents and papyrus scrolls that were decaying and long last are being restored gradually, if it can be called that. Every day, two thousand new scrolls come out of the Violet Faith’s headquarters in Spire, and that’s just that one. With the Violet Faith spreading amongst people of scholarly backgrounds and whatnot.
 
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