Luckymoose
The World is Mine
Redeemer of the Vithanama, Satores, son of Xocares, has the most extant exatas by properly cited wiki estimates.
End of Empires - N3S III
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Congratulations, you've invented tanistry. I was just doing appointed heirs, as I believe the Prince and the Redeemer were separate figures.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
They can sometimes be, Shadow, but these days are usually not.
Ironically this seems to be the model that the Moti are moving towards, at least based on das' notes on the succession.
Ironically this seems to be the model that the Moti are moving towards, at least based on das' notes on the succession.
Angst
Rambling and inconsistent
Civilizational stability and vitality or whatseversyoucallit don't only depened on the conceptions of nations, nor congregations within ethnicities or anything like it; all of the monickers you throw around that act as premises of nations are groupings along blood, but identity can just as easily fundament itself in gender, sexuality, political orientation, religion, taste of art, etc; conflicts have happened historically based upon all of these clauses of identity, and states have even been founded upon some; and none of them are intrinsic to the concept of ethnicity nor nation.
Or said in another way: common identities or congregational instittuions, be it that they are similar to the ideas of nations, don't actually have to depend on monoculturalism, especially as all cultures are, in some way, constructed and constructing.
Nationalism may not happen. And if it will, it will not lead to anymore political stability than we've had so far in N3S.
Also, sorry for rambling.
North King
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Orders tomorrow! 
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Luckymoose
The World is Mine
I really need to know what the peace deals are looking like before I can send orders.
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Good Kid
A Shift in the Winds
Avenue of Airan – Almadi – Late 630 SR
Nahri om Jiarabala, sixth rodabar to Rosh Ibala, stood alongside his lord and the Rosh’s family in a pavilion at the base of the steps of the Opal Palace. Nahri had grown to love the view from these steps, especially at sundown, when the sky shone purple as daylight faded away. Yet today he felt no such joy in this view, and not only because it was now the sweltering heat of midday rather than the cool caress of dusk. Every lord and every jabralah sworn to Rosh Ibala was present in Almadi today, along with all of the Wards and Acolytes of the nation. Ibala had called them to the city to hear what he called “a proclamation of great importance Nahri knew that today would change things in Almadi, and the entire Roshate. He could not yet comprehend the full magnitude of the Rosh’s actions on that day, but he was nonetheless well aware that what the Rosh was about to announce could not be undone. Standing at the Rosh’s side in this moment was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Ever since his encounter with the Successor of Airan and Ward Ahala that fateful night, Nahri had been pulled ever closer into the Rosh’s orbit. After only half a year in the palace, Nahri had already been made a rodabar, which signaled that the Rosh had seen some merit in him. A rodabar was an assistant to the Rosh; in peace he would aid the servants in the palace and deliver messages among the Rosh and his bureaucrats and officers, while in war he would ride with the Rosh and act as his personal master-at-arms. His service would end once he was deemed to have learned all he could as a rodabar, and yet Nahri’s predecessor had been let go after only a few months. This, in Nahri’s mind, was no doubt done to make room for himself, because the Rosh wished to be able to keep an eye on him after his accidental eavesdropping. Though he could not recall the details of the conversation, Nahri did remember the hushed, serious tone of the Rosh and his co-conspirator and he remembered talk of the Rosh giving Ahala some great power. Nahri was not sure if it was some sort of magical power, but when he had heard of this grand event he knew that the Rosh’s and the Ward’s plan had come to fruition. Should I have told someone? What if my Rosh is about commit some great ill? This power he intends to give Ahala, what if it could destroy the world?
Nahri was startled back into reality by a sudden blow to his shoulder.
“What’re ya thinking about, Nahr?”
Nahri had just taken a punch from Agdala, 3rd son of Rosh Ibala and Nahri’s best friend at court.
“Just wondering…what do you think all of this is for?”
“I don’t know. I find so much of what father does to be so incredibly boring. I much prefer practicing my riding or shooting to standing around in court all day, pretending to care about things I don’t understand. I know you feel differently, Nahr, you love talking to all of the nobles and jabralahs around the palace.”
“There’s always time for me to practice riding or swordsmanship, but courtiers are always here one day and gone the next. They have so many interesting stories, I feel so much wiser every time I talk to any of them.”
“We’ll see how far your wisdom goes when some Aitahist is riding you down because you fell off of your horse.”
That troubling thought gave Nahri pause for a moment, though it was quickly swept from his mind when he heard the zarhala horns blast three times. He turned to see Rosh Ibala walk out and greet the throngs before him, clad in his ceremonial armor of silver embedded with opals, including one that had the diameter of a man’s head. Nahri could see why it was so good to be Rosh. Along the Avenue of Airan stood hundreds, if not thousands of jabralahs, the feared noble horsemen of the Roshate in their own ceremonial dress of bronze with cloths dyed every color imaginable, as each house had its own unique but apparently nonsensical combinations, and along with them their entourages which included their wives and children as well as their jabdabars, who served their jabralahs much as the rodabar served the Rosh. There were also countless Wards, acolytes, and secular functionaries. Nahri much doubted he would ever see this many people again in his life, and to imagine that all of them were subject to the will of the Rosh amazed him. The Rosh swept his right hand out in front of him and left his palm open for a moment, the motion which signaled the crowd to be silent. He then spoke out in his booming voice, which echoed and ricocheted off of the facades along the Avenue of Airan.
“My brothers and sisters, children of Airan and of Manin, I come before you in solemnity and in hope. We live in a time of peace and prosperity, at least here in the lands of Airan, but beneath the surface something vile festers, a perversion of our Faith carried out by those we call brothers, misled as they are by the well-meaning but misguided Wards in Gallasa. As the Rosh of the Airani, I am responsible for your protection, and I feel that it is not enough that I protect you from physical harm. I must also guard you from spiritual corruption, and the Wards have warned me that there is one strain of corruption that could before long consume the entirety of my lands. This most insidious corruption has already overtaken much of Gallasa and the former lands of Javan the Great, and though he is a hero of the Faith and someone who I hold in the utmost regard, there are apparently matters of the Faith that had escaped his notice.
The corruption I speak of is nothing more than the infiltration of Aitahist beliefs into our great Faith. Yes, there is no doubt in my mind now that the tenets of the Enemy, of those who sought to wipe our Faith from the world, have found their way into the Faith in Gallasa and elsewhere. They speak of Haradim, heroes of paramount importance and glory, who bear all too close a resemblance to the hated Aitahs, those miserable sewers of discord. To be sure in a case such as war it is appropriate to adapt your enemy’s tactics to your own needs, but this principle does not apply in matters of faith. I will not stand idly by, as the defender of the children of Airan, and allow this corruption to manifest here in our lands; indeed, I will do all I can to eradicate it from the world, though I will seek to teach the truth rather than cut down my fellow Faithful in its name.
One might ask why we need to worry about the state of the Faith in other lands. Does it not matter simply that we seek perfection within ourselves, you wonder? To you I say, are we, the Faithful, not in the end one body? Ideas spread like an infection, and once it has made its home in the body it needs treatment or, failing that, amputation. The infection in our own Faith, the Body of our Faith, needs immediate treatment, and as others have failed to act, I have taken matters into my own hand. Beside me stands Ward Kohrdi omm Ahala, a man whose wisdom I hold in the highest regard and whose Faith I know to be unshakeable. As Rosh of the Realm of Airan, and with the congregation of the Wards of Airan behind me, I hereby grant Ward Ahala…”
This is it, this is the moment that will change everything. And I’ve witnessed it. I’ve witnessed all of it.
“…the title of High Ward of the Faith. The True Faith.”
The silence went on for a lifetime. Nahri scanned the crowd, and saw the entire range of human emotions. He saw his own father, Pohri om Jiarabala, who appeared to be as pale as the desert sands under the midsummer sun. High Ward Ahala himself seemed quite pleased, almost giddy as he struggled to suppress his grin, causing instead a smirk which belied smugness as Nahri had never seen before. Ahala walked down to stand beside Ibala, his long robes interlaced with a deep red velvet billowing in the strong winds and threatening to consume his almost skeletal frame, and spoke in a voice much higher and weaker than the Rosh’s, but with the same uncanny ability to carry down the entire avenue.
“I am humbled beyond comprehension at the benevolence of my lord Rosh. I only regret that I have come into this office at a time of great crisis for our Faith. At this time it is of paramount importance that we come together with our families and our neighbors and meditate on how we can best come to embody morality and humility. Such basic units of our society, our families and communities, are what make the Faith truly robust, as we know those closest to us well enough to be able to aid them on their journey to perfection. I also call upon all of you lords who go home to gather all young men who hear the call of the Faith and send them to Almadi, where they may learn and then go abroad to correct the ills of the Faith in those lands where it has been corrupted.
The prime truth and great strength of our Faith is that all of us are united as if we were a single body, the Body of the Faith…”
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The new High Ward’s sermon had bored Nahri, as even he could only pay attention to the ramblings of adults for so long. Now, Nahri sat on the Palace steps, watching the empty Avenue where hours before had stood the flower of the Airani nobility. He was hoping to see the sun set, but his view of the horizon made it evident that something was different today. It took a while for the situation to register with him, as such occurrences were unheard of in Manas. He had never himself seen a sand tempest before, but it was now clear that that was what he was looking at. Nahri’s eyes widened as he saw it charging towards him, towards the city. Its power was breathtaking, and Nahri could not imagine any number of jabralahs that could hope to take it on; even upon their steeds they would be helpless in the face of such a force. Nahri ran back inside the palace, not daring to look back for even a moment.
He happened upon Rosh Ibala speaking with a Ward and a noble, and stood by waiting to attend on his lord’s needs. Ibala noticed him, and cut off the conversation. “Nahri, you can take the day tomorrow to go into the city with Agdala and your other friends. I fear that I shall not sleep very much at all tonight, and I don’t wish to burden you with my foul mood. You’ve earned a break regardless, I have never had a rodabar as loyal and trustworthy as yourself.”
“Thank you, my Rosh. Your generosity is beyond words.”
Walking into his bedroom, Nahri suddenly realized that the Rosh had given him the day off as a reward for his discretion. No longer did Nahri possess one of the world’s most dangerous secrets; he was now just an ordinary son of a noble family who would have to prove his merit just like everyone else. The thought was both comforting and disconcerting, but Nahri pushed it out of his mind as he went to bed. He wished to sleep and forget for a little while all of the maelstroms which he had witnessed that day.
Avenue of Airan – Almadi – Late 630 SR
Nahri om Jiarabala, sixth rodabar to Rosh Ibala, stood alongside his lord and the Rosh’s family in a pavilion at the base of the steps of the Opal Palace. Nahri had grown to love the view from these steps, especially at sundown, when the sky shone purple as daylight faded away. Yet today he felt no such joy in this view, and not only because it was now the sweltering heat of midday rather than the cool caress of dusk. Every lord and every jabralah sworn to Rosh Ibala was present in Almadi today, along with all of the Wards and Acolytes of the nation. Ibala had called them to the city to hear what he called “a proclamation of great importance Nahri knew that today would change things in Almadi, and the entire Roshate. He could not yet comprehend the full magnitude of the Rosh’s actions on that day, but he was nonetheless well aware that what the Rosh was about to announce could not be undone. Standing at the Rosh’s side in this moment was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Ever since his encounter with the Successor of Airan and Ward Ahala that fateful night, Nahri had been pulled ever closer into the Rosh’s orbit. After only half a year in the palace, Nahri had already been made a rodabar, which signaled that the Rosh had seen some merit in him. A rodabar was an assistant to the Rosh; in peace he would aid the servants in the palace and deliver messages among the Rosh and his bureaucrats and officers, while in war he would ride with the Rosh and act as his personal master-at-arms. His service would end once he was deemed to have learned all he could as a rodabar, and yet Nahri’s predecessor had been let go after only a few months. This, in Nahri’s mind, was no doubt done to make room for himself, because the Rosh wished to be able to keep an eye on him after his accidental eavesdropping. Though he could not recall the details of the conversation, Nahri did remember the hushed, serious tone of the Rosh and his co-conspirator and he remembered talk of the Rosh giving Ahala some great power. Nahri was not sure if it was some sort of magical power, but when he had heard of this grand event he knew that the Rosh’s and the Ward’s plan had come to fruition. Should I have told someone? What if my Rosh is about commit some great ill? This power he intends to give Ahala, what if it could destroy the world?
Nahri was startled back into reality by a sudden blow to his shoulder.
“What’re ya thinking about, Nahr?”
Nahri had just taken a punch from Agdala, 3rd son of Rosh Ibala and Nahri’s best friend at court.
“Just wondering…what do you think all of this is for?”
“I don’t know. I find so much of what father does to be so incredibly boring. I much prefer practicing my riding or shooting to standing around in court all day, pretending to care about things I don’t understand. I know you feel differently, Nahr, you love talking to all of the nobles and jabralahs around the palace.”
“There’s always time for me to practice riding or swordsmanship, but courtiers are always here one day and gone the next. They have so many interesting stories, I feel so much wiser every time I talk to any of them.”
“We’ll see how far your wisdom goes when some Aitahist is riding you down because you fell off of your horse.”
That troubling thought gave Nahri pause for a moment, though it was quickly swept from his mind when he heard the zarhala horns blast three times. He turned to see Rosh Ibala walk out and greet the throngs before him, clad in his ceremonial armor of silver embedded with opals, including one that had the diameter of a man’s head. Nahri could see why it was so good to be Rosh. Along the Avenue of Airan stood hundreds, if not thousands of jabralahs, the feared noble horsemen of the Roshate in their own ceremonial dress of bronze with cloths dyed every color imaginable, as each house had its own unique but apparently nonsensical combinations, and along with them their entourages which included their wives and children as well as their jabdabars, who served their jabralahs much as the rodabar served the Rosh. There were also countless Wards, acolytes, and secular functionaries. Nahri much doubted he would ever see this many people again in his life, and to imagine that all of them were subject to the will of the Rosh amazed him. The Rosh swept his right hand out in front of him and left his palm open for a moment, the motion which signaled the crowd to be silent. He then spoke out in his booming voice, which echoed and ricocheted off of the facades along the Avenue of Airan.
“My brothers and sisters, children of Airan and of Manin, I come before you in solemnity and in hope. We live in a time of peace and prosperity, at least here in the lands of Airan, but beneath the surface something vile festers, a perversion of our Faith carried out by those we call brothers, misled as they are by the well-meaning but misguided Wards in Gallasa. As the Rosh of the Airani, I am responsible for your protection, and I feel that it is not enough that I protect you from physical harm. I must also guard you from spiritual corruption, and the Wards have warned me that there is one strain of corruption that could before long consume the entirety of my lands. This most insidious corruption has already overtaken much of Gallasa and the former lands of Javan the Great, and though he is a hero of the Faith and someone who I hold in the utmost regard, there are apparently matters of the Faith that had escaped his notice.
The corruption I speak of is nothing more than the infiltration of Aitahist beliefs into our great Faith. Yes, there is no doubt in my mind now that the tenets of the Enemy, of those who sought to wipe our Faith from the world, have found their way into the Faith in Gallasa and elsewhere. They speak of Haradim, heroes of paramount importance and glory, who bear all too close a resemblance to the hated Aitahs, those miserable sewers of discord. To be sure in a case such as war it is appropriate to adapt your enemy’s tactics to your own needs, but this principle does not apply in matters of faith. I will not stand idly by, as the defender of the children of Airan, and allow this corruption to manifest here in our lands; indeed, I will do all I can to eradicate it from the world, though I will seek to teach the truth rather than cut down my fellow Faithful in its name.
One might ask why we need to worry about the state of the Faith in other lands. Does it not matter simply that we seek perfection within ourselves, you wonder? To you I say, are we, the Faithful, not in the end one body? Ideas spread like an infection, and once it has made its home in the body it needs treatment or, failing that, amputation. The infection in our own Faith, the Body of our Faith, needs immediate treatment, and as others have failed to act, I have taken matters into my own hand. Beside me stands Ward Kohrdi omm Ahala, a man whose wisdom I hold in the highest regard and whose Faith I know to be unshakeable. As Rosh of the Realm of Airan, and with the congregation of the Wards of Airan behind me, I hereby grant Ward Ahala…”
This is it, this is the moment that will change everything. And I’ve witnessed it. I’ve witnessed all of it.
“…the title of High Ward of the Faith. The True Faith.”
The silence went on for a lifetime. Nahri scanned the crowd, and saw the entire range of human emotions. He saw his own father, Pohri om Jiarabala, who appeared to be as pale as the desert sands under the midsummer sun. High Ward Ahala himself seemed quite pleased, almost giddy as he struggled to suppress his grin, causing instead a smirk which belied smugness as Nahri had never seen before. Ahala walked down to stand beside Ibala, his long robes interlaced with a deep red velvet billowing in the strong winds and threatening to consume his almost skeletal frame, and spoke in a voice much higher and weaker than the Rosh’s, but with the same uncanny ability to carry down the entire avenue.
“I am humbled beyond comprehension at the benevolence of my lord Rosh. I only regret that I have come into this office at a time of great crisis for our Faith. At this time it is of paramount importance that we come together with our families and our neighbors and meditate on how we can best come to embody morality and humility. Such basic units of our society, our families and communities, are what make the Faith truly robust, as we know those closest to us well enough to be able to aid them on their journey to perfection. I also call upon all of you lords who go home to gather all young men who hear the call of the Faith and send them to Almadi, where they may learn and then go abroad to correct the ills of the Faith in those lands where it has been corrupted.
The prime truth and great strength of our Faith is that all of us are united as if we were a single body, the Body of the Faith…”
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The new High Ward’s sermon had bored Nahri, as even he could only pay attention to the ramblings of adults for so long. Now, Nahri sat on the Palace steps, watching the empty Avenue where hours before had stood the flower of the Airani nobility. He was hoping to see the sun set, but his view of the horizon made it evident that something was different today. It took a while for the situation to register with him, as such occurrences were unheard of in Manas. He had never himself seen a sand tempest before, but it was now clear that that was what he was looking at. Nahri’s eyes widened as he saw it charging towards him, towards the city. Its power was breathtaking, and Nahri could not imagine any number of jabralahs that could hope to take it on; even upon their steeds they would be helpless in the face of such a force. Nahri ran back inside the palace, not daring to look back for even a moment.
He happened upon Rosh Ibala speaking with a Ward and a noble, and stood by waiting to attend on his lord’s needs. Ibala noticed him, and cut off the conversation. “Nahri, you can take the day tomorrow to go into the city with Agdala and your other friends. I fear that I shall not sleep very much at all tonight, and I don’t wish to burden you with my foul mood. You’ve earned a break regardless, I have never had a rodabar as loyal and trustworthy as yourself.”
“Thank you, my Rosh. Your generosity is beyond words.”
Walking into his bedroom, Nahri suddenly realized that the Rosh had given him the day off as a reward for his discretion. No longer did Nahri possess one of the world’s most dangerous secrets; he was now just an ordinary son of a noble family who would have to prove his merit just like everyone else. The thought was both comforting and disconcerting, but Nahri pushed it out of his mind as he went to bed. He wished to sleep and forget for a little while all of the maelstroms which he had witnessed that day.
Perfectionist
Angel of Verdun
TO: Ibala
Ah, poor Ibala; so proud and so jealous. It's the common flaw of all your line, back to Airan himself: you see those greater than yourself and think only that you deserve more, and not of the cost that you were unwilling to bear. It's the same pride that ended Sira, that betrayed Khivan in his hour of need, that left Javan to carry the Light against the Ordeal alone. You and yours have spent so long conspiring with the enemies of the Path that you have forgotten the simplest of Truths. Allow me then to remind you, Ibala: you serve the Faith. It does not serve you, and it certainly is not in your gift, to be disposed of as you wish to whichever of your creatures of the moment most pleases you, as though you were some Aitahist Flamebearer. That you would ever think otherwise indicates only how complete your fall is.
Come, then, now that you are set upon it. Bring all your pride and all your fury. Gallat and the Faith met the onslaught of Ogynan and Qasaarai, and we shall meet yours the same. You are naught but a petulant child, hurrying in the shadow of old enemies to the same ruin.
Ierin Luhor, Master of Letters for Lord Protector Caron Nuvor
TO: Talephas, Redeemer of Man, Lord of the North of the World, Scion of Talad, and Overlord of Athis
My Lord Redeemer, I am afraid I bear ill news. The lords of the Airani Roshate have been overwhelmed by jealousy and hatred and have seemingly fallen to the whispers of that enemy we had thought defeated. As my Lord Redeemer is aware, the soldiers of the Ordeal widely grew to venerate Talad, as was right and proper, and this Ibala now decries that respect for Talad as identical to Aitah-worship. The sheer perversity and gall of the man know no bounds, that he would call the men who gave everything to save Athis from Aitahism an infection to be purged, and deny that which all good men on both sides of the sea know to be true.
I am unsure how to proceed, and I would do nothing to further upset the hard-won peace of the east without good reason, and so I humbly request that my Lord Redeemer instruct me as to what course of action I should pursue in the face of this fresh insanity.
Caron Nuvor, Lord Protector of Gallat
Ah, poor Ibala; so proud and so jealous. It's the common flaw of all your line, back to Airan himself: you see those greater than yourself and think only that you deserve more, and not of the cost that you were unwilling to bear. It's the same pride that ended Sira, that betrayed Khivan in his hour of need, that left Javan to carry the Light against the Ordeal alone. You and yours have spent so long conspiring with the enemies of the Path that you have forgotten the simplest of Truths. Allow me then to remind you, Ibala: you serve the Faith. It does not serve you, and it certainly is not in your gift, to be disposed of as you wish to whichever of your creatures of the moment most pleases you, as though you were some Aitahist Flamebearer. That you would ever think otherwise indicates only how complete your fall is.
Come, then, now that you are set upon it. Bring all your pride and all your fury. Gallat and the Faith met the onslaught of Ogynan and Qasaarai, and we shall meet yours the same. You are naught but a petulant child, hurrying in the shadow of old enemies to the same ruin.
Ierin Luhor, Master of Letters for Lord Protector Caron Nuvor
TO: Talephas, Redeemer of Man, Lord of the North of the World, Scion of Talad, and Overlord of Athis
My Lord Redeemer, I am afraid I bear ill news. The lords of the Airani Roshate have been overwhelmed by jealousy and hatred and have seemingly fallen to the whispers of that enemy we had thought defeated. As my Lord Redeemer is aware, the soldiers of the Ordeal widely grew to venerate Talad, as was right and proper, and this Ibala now decries that respect for Talad as identical to Aitah-worship. The sheer perversity and gall of the man know no bounds, that he would call the men who gave everything to save Athis from Aitahism an infection to be purged, and deny that which all good men on both sides of the sea know to be true.
I am unsure how to proceed, and I would do nothing to further upset the hard-won peace of the east without good reason, and so I humbly request that my Lord Redeemer instruct me as to what course of action I should pursue in the face of this fresh insanity.
Caron Nuvor, Lord Protector of Gallat
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Turbulent Times
~ Grand-Patriarch Etraxes, Opios.
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The Grand-Patriarch sat enthroned at his seat in the Tomb of the Prophet, with its ancient frescoed walls in the old Liealb style, and gilt altars resplendent in the offerings of countless generations. Before him sat a multitude of priests of every kind and station, and a multitude of the laity from all the nations of Iralliam, many of them fleeing to the Holy City from the horrors of war, as they waited for the Prophets successor to speak.
"This is a dark hour"
The Grand-Patriarch spoke
"Yet the dark enemy cannot snuff out the pure light of the god of the living, nor lies banish truth. We posess the true faith, which will endure long after the nations of the Earth have changed and the heretics banished to oblivion. Do not despair nor fall into the error of thinking that the Empire is the same as the Church, for in truth it is the Empire that owed its a spirit to the Church, and which by lack of faith and piety brought about the current ruin.
The world has changed, and the Church and all the faithful whom make up its body must listen to the Prophet, who's mortal remains lie here even as his spirit is exalted amongst the blessed in Iralliam, in responding to this change. We must remember that "He who works and delights in the fruits of his mind and of his hands, that man is an upright man and is favoured with the countenance of the radiant god". Thus we know with perfect faith that we must work, not only with regards to our earthly lives, but also with regards to those things that are spiritual. Taking heart from this, and acknowledging that no longer can the Church bind itself to the fortunes of the Moti Empire. Perceiving also the needs of those faithful far abroad We henceforth have concluded that change in the structure of the hierarchy of the Church is necessary.
We henceforth decree the establishment of two new patriarchates, in Ghaon in the West and Parna in the South. That the Exarchs, Priests, Acolytes and Laity in these far-flung regions of the lands of faith, may find guidance close at hand for the building up of the faith and the conversion of the unenlightened. We have sent our emissaries raising up the Exarchs of these cities to this state, with our blessing and reminder that it is their solemn duty to uphold always the faith of the radiant Lord, and seek always the conversion of souls and the banishment of darkness."
The crowd listened intently as the Grand-Patriarch passed the insignia and regalia of the new patriarchs to two priests, who would convey them to the Exarchs of Parna and Ghaon along with his letters that they might know of their duties and be filled with the resolve to bring the faithful to zeal and fortitude. The Grand-Patriarch continued.
"We furthermore decree that the Grand-Patriarchate of Opios will not idly allow anarchy to continue amongst the peoples of the Kiyaj valley, and we shall endeavour together with the most faithful King of Kilar, who filled with the Lords radiance has done much to bring to the Indagahori heathens, seek to restore security and order to the people of those nearby lands in the Kiyaj basin which suffer from anarchy and insecurity. Even now our servants go forth in the same spirit of hard work which the Prophet proclaimed, to build up the people and the land, and restore the rule of Opporia over it that they might once again prosper under his blessings.
"To this same end of bringing order and security we have also sent our exhortations to our brother, the blessed Patriarch of Triad urging him to, in his pastoral capacity, together with his Exarchs, priests and mendicants, to do his utmost to provide spiritual and temporal care to those who suffer due to the war within his Patriarchate. We have noted his cities isolation from the remaining lands under imperial control, separated from them as it is by the Kotthorns, and have urged him to endeavour in galvanising the city and its dependant region under the faith and its guidance, and thus secure independently its protection from enemies and order in those lands in its purview. We have sent to him our thought, that In these troubled times when anarchy reigns in the Kiyaj basin, security and order can only be achieved through the Church and the truth that is incarnated within its spiritual body, for truly it was darkness and all manner of corruption and impiety that led to the current state of ruin. It is our hope as such that through the example of action from our brother in Triad and on the part of his flock in solidarity and unity with the efforts of the successor of the Prophet and the whole Church will ensure the peoples good in these years when the Empire can no longer secure it, and return order to surrounding region which even now suffers under an absence of authority.
Thus may we resolve our minds and works towards the ends of truth, that through the agency of the Grand Patriarchate of Opios and the Patriarchate of Triad and the whole of the Church and the faithful near and far, the foundation upon which the future may be built can be laid down, and an example to the faithful given that they may be filled with greater zeal, and with spiritual light, by which alone can the strength of the land and its people be renewed in the years to come."
The Grand-Patriarch stood up from his throne, and processed to the tomb of the prophet to offer sacrifice of sandalwood, incense and pine to the fire that burned there. The fragrant smoke filling the temple with its sweetness and for the time-being casting away his troubles. However the next day would bring new challenges as the tide of change pushed ever forward.
~ Grand-Patriarch Etraxes, Opios.
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The Grand-Patriarch sat enthroned at his seat in the Tomb of the Prophet, with its ancient frescoed walls in the old Liealb style, and gilt altars resplendent in the offerings of countless generations. Before him sat a multitude of priests of every kind and station, and a multitude of the laity from all the nations of Iralliam, many of them fleeing to the Holy City from the horrors of war, as they waited for the Prophets successor to speak.
"This is a dark hour"
The Grand-Patriarch spoke
"Yet the dark enemy cannot snuff out the pure light of the god of the living, nor lies banish truth. We posess the true faith, which will endure long after the nations of the Earth have changed and the heretics banished to oblivion. Do not despair nor fall into the error of thinking that the Empire is the same as the Church, for in truth it is the Empire that owed its a spirit to the Church, and which by lack of faith and piety brought about the current ruin.
The world has changed, and the Church and all the faithful whom make up its body must listen to the Prophet, who's mortal remains lie here even as his spirit is exalted amongst the blessed in Iralliam, in responding to this change. We must remember that "He who works and delights in the fruits of his mind and of his hands, that man is an upright man and is favoured with the countenance of the radiant god". Thus we know with perfect faith that we must work, not only with regards to our earthly lives, but also with regards to those things that are spiritual. Taking heart from this, and acknowledging that no longer can the Church bind itself to the fortunes of the Moti Empire. Perceiving also the needs of those faithful far abroad We henceforth have concluded that change in the structure of the hierarchy of the Church is necessary.
We henceforth decree the establishment of two new patriarchates, in Ghaon in the West and Parna in the South. That the Exarchs, Priests, Acolytes and Laity in these far-flung regions of the lands of faith, may find guidance close at hand for the building up of the faith and the conversion of the unenlightened. We have sent our emissaries raising up the Exarchs of these cities to this state, with our blessing and reminder that it is their solemn duty to uphold always the faith of the radiant Lord, and seek always the conversion of souls and the banishment of darkness."
The crowd listened intently as the Grand-Patriarch passed the insignia and regalia of the new patriarchs to two priests, who would convey them to the Exarchs of Parna and Ghaon along with his letters that they might know of their duties and be filled with the resolve to bring the faithful to zeal and fortitude. The Grand-Patriarch continued.
"We furthermore decree that the Grand-Patriarchate of Opios will not idly allow anarchy to continue amongst the peoples of the Kiyaj valley, and we shall endeavour together with the most faithful King of Kilar, who filled with the Lords radiance has done much to bring to the Indagahori heathens, seek to restore security and order to the people of those nearby lands in the Kiyaj basin which suffer from anarchy and insecurity. Even now our servants go forth in the same spirit of hard work which the Prophet proclaimed, to build up the people and the land, and restore the rule of Opporia over it that they might once again prosper under his blessings.
"To this same end of bringing order and security we have also sent our exhortations to our brother, the blessed Patriarch of Triad urging him to, in his pastoral capacity, together with his Exarchs, priests and mendicants, to do his utmost to provide spiritual and temporal care to those who suffer due to the war within his Patriarchate. We have noted his cities isolation from the remaining lands under imperial control, separated from them as it is by the Kotthorns, and have urged him to endeavour in galvanising the city and its dependant region under the faith and its guidance, and thus secure independently its protection from enemies and order in those lands in its purview. We have sent to him our thought, that In these troubled times when anarchy reigns in the Kiyaj basin, security and order can only be achieved through the Church and the truth that is incarnated within its spiritual body, for truly it was darkness and all manner of corruption and impiety that led to the current state of ruin. It is our hope as such that through the example of action from our brother in Triad and on the part of his flock in solidarity and unity with the efforts of the successor of the Prophet and the whole Church will ensure the peoples good in these years when the Empire can no longer secure it, and return order to surrounding region which even now suffers under an absence of authority.
Thus may we resolve our minds and works towards the ends of truth, that through the agency of the Grand Patriarchate of Opios and the Patriarchate of Triad and the whole of the Church and the faithful near and far, the foundation upon which the future may be built can be laid down, and an example to the faithful given that they may be filled with greater zeal, and with spiritual light, by which alone can the strength of the land and its people be renewed in the years to come."
The Grand-Patriarch stood up from his throne, and processed to the tomb of the prophet to offer sacrifice of sandalwood, incense and pine to the fire that burned there. The fragrant smoke filling the temple with its sweetness and for the time-being casting away his troubles. However the next day would bring new challenges as the tide of change pushed ever forward.
The history of our faith can be divided into three periods:
The first period embraces about thirty years, approximately from the revelation of the Goddess to her departure. This was the period of the rise and consolidation of the Cult of the Goddess. The adherents of the new trend in the Empire were very few in number. The Cult of the Goddess existed chiefly through the patronage of the Flamebearer, and Most Beloved, Qasaarai IV, lacking a deep connection to the people.
The second period embraces from the Goddess' departure to the ascension of Qasaarai IV and his departure to the right hand of the Goddess to prepare for her eventual return whence shall come the Salvation of All Mankind. In this period, the Cult of the Goddess had a deep connection with all members of the faith, and was triumphing across on all fronts. This is the period of its childhood and adolescence. The faith was fired with a vast zeal for struggle against the heretics and for going among the people to spread the faith; which the people responded to. The faith made great strides but these were made too fast and the faith stumbled at the critical moment.
The third period, which we live in now, began with the departure of Qasaarai to sit at the right hand of the Goddess and will end with the return of the Dual Empire and the defeat of the heretics. This is a period of disunity, dissolution and weakness. But as the faith's voice breaks, the movement itself will surge into manhood and will continue its advance in greater strides. The whole mass of the heretics shall be bought to heel and shown the True Path and others shall be bought also to the faith as the struggles towards perfection.
The first period embraces about thirty years, approximately from the revelation of the Goddess to her departure. This was the period of the rise and consolidation of the Cult of the Goddess. The adherents of the new trend in the Empire were very few in number. The Cult of the Goddess existed chiefly through the patronage of the Flamebearer, and Most Beloved, Qasaarai IV, lacking a deep connection to the people.
The second period embraces from the Goddess' departure to the ascension of Qasaarai IV and his departure to the right hand of the Goddess to prepare for her eventual return whence shall come the Salvation of All Mankind. In this period, the Cult of the Goddess had a deep connection with all members of the faith, and was triumphing across on all fronts. This is the period of its childhood and adolescence. The faith was fired with a vast zeal for struggle against the heretics and for going among the people to spread the faith; which the people responded to. The faith made great strides but these were made too fast and the faith stumbled at the critical moment.
The third period, which we live in now, began with the departure of Qasaarai to sit at the right hand of the Goddess and will end with the return of the Dual Empire and the defeat of the heretics. This is a period of disunity, dissolution and weakness. But as the faith's voice breaks, the movement itself will surge into manhood and will continue its advance in greater strides. The whole mass of the heretics shall be bought to heel and shown the True Path and others shall be bought also to the faith as the struggles towards perfection.
Angst
Rambling and inconsistent
I expect my orders to be in in about seven hours.
m.t.cicero
Good Kid
To: Caron Nuvor, Lord Protector of Gallat
My brother, I cannot help but be disturbed by the tone of your message. Perhaps something has been lost in translation, but in my lands when men debate matters of the Faith they do not first reach for their swords. No, you are mistaken; I have no desire to march into Gallat and correct your errors of Faith by the spilling of blood. I would much rather rejuvenate the Faith by the spread of the Truth, for your errors are not yet so great that they require amputation from the Body of the Faith.
For you see, I have naught but the greatest respect for Javan the Great, who in his time defended the Faith from its greatest external enemies. I understand also that the trauma of the Immolation had caused him to focus myopically on the extermination of the perpetrators of that great crime, and had blinded him to developments within the Faith that were threatening its very foundations. This position is understandable, for the preservation of the Faith, in whatever form, is preferable to its destruction. For when a man's Body is suffering from disease and requires medicine, that man still would recognize that it is more important that he defends himself from those who would kill him.
You and I no longer live, however, in such dark times. The Faithful have emerged triumphant, and there are few who can any longer threaten our very existence. I thank Javan for rendering service of such renown to the Faith, and such is my respect for him that I am inspired to take up the defense of the Faith, not from external enemies but from malignant, internal threats. I, along with my subjects and the clergy of my realm, cannot accept that this talk of Haradim, who appear to be naught but infiltrators of Aitahism.
Therefore, in Javan's name, I have done what I must to protect the Faith. I will not be the first to draw swords, but I will defend the Faith to my last breath.
Oghari homm Ibala, Rosh of the Airani and the Successor of Airan
To: Talephas, Redeemer of Man, Lord of the North of the World, Scion of Talad, and Overlord of Athis
O great Redeemer Talephas, I write to you in dire times. I, Ibala, Rosh the the Airani and Successor of Airan, have taken it upon myself to pick up the mantle of Javan the Great in the defense of the Faith against Aitahism. The threat I face is not of the same magnitude as what Javan had to contend with, but it is far more insidious. The conclusion I have reached, along with the Wards of my realm, is that there have been tenets adopted by those misguided priests in Gallat which represent nothing more than Aitahist corruption. They speak of Haradim as being great heroes, but they bear a suspicious similarity to the accursed Aitahs. This corruption threatens to spread and consume the entirety of the Faith, leaving nothing behind but a husk.
In this crisis I have chosen to take decisive action, and in the face of the shades of Aitahism surrounding Gallat, I have realized that for now the Faith is not safe there. Though the High Wardship will and should undoubtedly return there, I have taken it upon myself to establish his residence in Almadi so that the rejuvenation of the Faith can develop naturally and without Aitahist interference. I have done this in the name of Javan, as he held the central role in protecting the Faith. I would not have been able to bear the regret should I have chosen to allow his legacy to be corrupted and waste away.
The Gallatenes have taken all of this as a personal offense, however, and choose to be blind to the error of their beliefs. I fear that they may be threatening my people with fratricidal war. I have no desire to spill more blood in the name of the Faith, especially not among believers. Javan has already defended the Faith with his sword, and it is my belief that in this debate between believers that to draw a sword upon one's brother in the Faith would be hasty and ill-advised, and only strengthen the position of the Aitahists.
As I recognize you as Lord of the North of the World and Overlord of Athis, I feel that it would be unjust not to inform you of my concerns and intentions in these turbulent times.
Your humble servant Oghari homm Ibala, Rosh of the Airani and the Successor of Airan
My brother, I cannot help but be disturbed by the tone of your message. Perhaps something has been lost in translation, but in my lands when men debate matters of the Faith they do not first reach for their swords. No, you are mistaken; I have no desire to march into Gallat and correct your errors of Faith by the spilling of blood. I would much rather rejuvenate the Faith by the spread of the Truth, for your errors are not yet so great that they require amputation from the Body of the Faith.
For you see, I have naught but the greatest respect for Javan the Great, who in his time defended the Faith from its greatest external enemies. I understand also that the trauma of the Immolation had caused him to focus myopically on the extermination of the perpetrators of that great crime, and had blinded him to developments within the Faith that were threatening its very foundations. This position is understandable, for the preservation of the Faith, in whatever form, is preferable to its destruction. For when a man's Body is suffering from disease and requires medicine, that man still would recognize that it is more important that he defends himself from those who would kill him.
You and I no longer live, however, in such dark times. The Faithful have emerged triumphant, and there are few who can any longer threaten our very existence. I thank Javan for rendering service of such renown to the Faith, and such is my respect for him that I am inspired to take up the defense of the Faith, not from external enemies but from malignant, internal threats. I, along with my subjects and the clergy of my realm, cannot accept that this talk of Haradim, who appear to be naught but infiltrators of Aitahism.
Therefore, in Javan's name, I have done what I must to protect the Faith. I will not be the first to draw swords, but I will defend the Faith to my last breath.
Oghari homm Ibala, Rosh of the Airani and the Successor of Airan
To: Talephas, Redeemer of Man, Lord of the North of the World, Scion of Talad, and Overlord of Athis
O great Redeemer Talephas, I write to you in dire times. I, Ibala, Rosh the the Airani and Successor of Airan, have taken it upon myself to pick up the mantle of Javan the Great in the defense of the Faith against Aitahism. The threat I face is not of the same magnitude as what Javan had to contend with, but it is far more insidious. The conclusion I have reached, along with the Wards of my realm, is that there have been tenets adopted by those misguided priests in Gallat which represent nothing more than Aitahist corruption. They speak of Haradim as being great heroes, but they bear a suspicious similarity to the accursed Aitahs. This corruption threatens to spread and consume the entirety of the Faith, leaving nothing behind but a husk.
In this crisis I have chosen to take decisive action, and in the face of the shades of Aitahism surrounding Gallat, I have realized that for now the Faith is not safe there. Though the High Wardship will and should undoubtedly return there, I have taken it upon myself to establish his residence in Almadi so that the rejuvenation of the Faith can develop naturally and without Aitahist interference. I have done this in the name of Javan, as he held the central role in protecting the Faith. I would not have been able to bear the regret should I have chosen to allow his legacy to be corrupted and waste away.
The Gallatenes have taken all of this as a personal offense, however, and choose to be blind to the error of their beliefs. I fear that they may be threatening my people with fratricidal war. I have no desire to spill more blood in the name of the Faith, especially not among believers. Javan has already defended the Faith with his sword, and it is my belief that in this debate between believers that to draw a sword upon one's brother in the Faith would be hasty and ill-advised, and only strengthen the position of the Aitahists.
As I recognize you as Lord of the North of the World and Overlord of Athis, I feel that it would be unjust not to inform you of my concerns and intentions in these turbulent times.
Your humble servant Oghari homm Ibala, Rosh of the Airani and the Successor of Airan
Perfectionist
Angel of Verdun
TO: Ibala
Nothing has been lost, my dear fallen prince. Your words were quite plain: you regard us and our fathers, the men who saved your pathetic little kingdom from annihilation, as an 'infection' to be 'amputated', and you believe that you and you alone have the right to choose who is of the True Faith and who is not, even arrogating to yourself the right to set up your personal chaplain and lickspittle as High Ward, in defiance of all the laws and traditions of the Faith since its inception. You have made your position plain: you claim unsurpassed power over the Faith and the Faithful and would call us heretics, along with all who do not follow your puppet. That you would call Talad, the greatest foe Aitah has ever had, an agent of the enemy, and that you would then dare to address the Redeemer, after slandering his name and ancestors so, shows the depth of your depravity, as does your insistence on the calendar of that enemy. It's the little things that reveal our true character, dear Ibala, and yours is wanting.
You have a choice, now: you can stick to your position, which inevitably throws you into conflict with us and all others whom you have so memorably condemned as vile perversions, for we cannot permit you and your puppet to cast the Faithful into bondage. You will test your ambition and you will likely die in its pursuit. Or you can back down, you can say that perhaps we were not after all abominations to be exterminated, not heretics, not enemies, that you did not after all mean to claim the sole domination of the Faith, and things can be as they were. You will lose what little honour you retain, but you will keep your life, valueless though it is. You cannot have it both ways: you cannot call us abomination and brother both. Do not now compound your faults with indecision and cowardice. Choose, creature.
Nothing has been lost, my dear fallen prince. Your words were quite plain: you regard us and our fathers, the men who saved your pathetic little kingdom from annihilation, as an 'infection' to be 'amputated', and you believe that you and you alone have the right to choose who is of the True Faith and who is not, even arrogating to yourself the right to set up your personal chaplain and lickspittle as High Ward, in defiance of all the laws and traditions of the Faith since its inception. You have made your position plain: you claim unsurpassed power over the Faith and the Faithful and would call us heretics, along with all who do not follow your puppet. That you would call Talad, the greatest foe Aitah has ever had, an agent of the enemy, and that you would then dare to address the Redeemer, after slandering his name and ancestors so, shows the depth of your depravity, as does your insistence on the calendar of that enemy. It's the little things that reveal our true character, dear Ibala, and yours is wanting.
You have a choice, now: you can stick to your position, which inevitably throws you into conflict with us and all others whom you have so memorably condemned as vile perversions, for we cannot permit you and your puppet to cast the Faithful into bondage. You will test your ambition and you will likely die in its pursuit. Or you can back down, you can say that perhaps we were not after all abominations to be exterminated, not heretics, not enemies, that you did not after all mean to claim the sole domination of the Faith, and things can be as they were. You will lose what little honour you retain, but you will keep your life, valueless though it is. You cannot have it both ways: you cannot call us abomination and brother both. Do not now compound your faults with indecision and cowardice. Choose, creature.
m.t.cicero
Good Kid
Are the minds of the Gallatenes so limited that they can see no difference between a man and his ideas? A good man can be misguided into believing corrupt ideas. We seek to guide the Faith back to the right path, and to bring those who have been misguided with us. How can you say we hate you when we are trying to save you? We have no desire to spill your blood; if any blood is drawn the first will be Airani at the tip of a Gallatene arrow. Can you not leave us in peace, and allow us to convince you of the error of your ways? I have never heard such a sanguine tone before in my life; have the wars against the Aitahists not given you enough blood to sate your thirst? We will not strike the first blow, but if you desire blood then know that we will not stand idly by as your sacrifices.
Your aggressive tone belies that you are aware that perhaps the ground you stand on is not so stable. You know in your heart that your Faith is in error, and yet your pride mandates that you stand against reason. I have never called you abominations, but rather your ideas are corrupt, developed in the confusion and the raw emotion of war. And we desire not to amputate your people from the Body of the Faith, as that would irreparably weaken the Body and leave a lasting pain in what remains. No, we desire to be the medicine which cleanses the Body of the infection without the spilling of blood, leaving it intact and healthy. The appointment of High Ward Ahala is an emergency measure, necessitated by the misguided corruption of the clergy elsewhere. Once the Faith is healed and made whole, then the High Ward will be chosen in the normal fashion, as I have made no claim as to the permanence of this power and will gladly relinquish it when the time comes, as it is a burden far heavier than any I have known.
Your aggressive tone belies that you are aware that perhaps the ground you stand on is not so stable. You know in your heart that your Faith is in error, and yet your pride mandates that you stand against reason. I have never called you abominations, but rather your ideas are corrupt, developed in the confusion and the raw emotion of war. And we desire not to amputate your people from the Body of the Faith, as that would irreparably weaken the Body and leave a lasting pain in what remains. No, we desire to be the medicine which cleanses the Body of the infection without the spilling of blood, leaving it intact and healthy. The appointment of High Ward Ahala is an emergency measure, necessitated by the misguided corruption of the clergy elsewhere. Once the Faith is healed and made whole, then the High Ward will be chosen in the normal fashion, as I have made no claim as to the permanence of this power and will gladly relinquish it when the time comes, as it is a burden far heavier than any I have known.
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Perfectionist
Angel of Verdun
Your actions belie your words. You have cast out from your True Faith, as you said, those who do not acknowledge your puppet. You would call the Wards and Acolytes everywhere across the World - Taudo to Ereithaler to the Face of the Moon and beyond - 'corrupted', save only for those who cluster at your feet and tell you how superior and virtuous you are. You would say that the Path is infinitely narrow, in defiance of a thousand years of teachings of greater Wards by far than your lickspittle. Even if your aims were noble - and they plainly are not, for the Airani have ever been a devious and power-hungry family - it is not given to YOU to decide when the Faith is in crisis; it is not given to YOU to decide when the Wards are corrupted beyond repair; it is not given to YOU to determine the right Way; and it IS NOT GIVEN TO YOU TO APPOINT THE HIGH WARD AT YOUR PLEASURE. You would claim that you know better than all the assembled Wards of the Faith, who met in Sirasona decades ago and debated these very matters; that you alone know the right way, when all the rest of the Faith has fallen. You would subvert the Faith into a vehicle for your pathetic earthly ambitions.
You do not know your history, Ibala. Or perhaps you don't care, but either way we are not so afflicted. We have seen this story before. Another desert prince, similarly possessed of towering arrogance and little intelligence, thought these very thoughts and walked this very path, long ago. You may repeat past mistakes, but we will not.
You do not know your history, Ibala. Or perhaps you don't care, but either way we are not so afflicted. We have seen this story before. Another desert prince, similarly possessed of towering arrogance and little intelligence, thought these very thoughts and walked this very path, long ago. You may repeat past mistakes, but we will not.
The Redeemer Metexares would like to confirm that, under his nephew Araxeras, some considerable force has been ordered to march westwards forthwith, as declared previously, through Triad. We will go forth and drive all opposition to the Ayasi - whosoever he be - from the south of the Holy Moti Empire. We know not if peace will been certified between ourselves, the Farubaida, the Prince Talephas, and the Prince Satores, by the time we arrive there. If it has, we will secure the area and march north to fight Sianai. If it has not, we are prepared to expel Satores forcibly from the Ayasi's lands, and to do so would greatly gratify our heart. Once all this is secured, we will furthermore march against Sianai, in arms with our brothers under Talephas and our allies under the Sarifaio. Our aim in all is the restoration of the Empire to its former great eminence and prosperity, and we declare that whosoever wishes to impede us impedes the defence of the Ayasi, in whose name we marched before, and in whose name we continue to fight.
We continue to support the assembly of the Godlikes and Chiefs of the Holy Moti Empire at Moti to resolve on a new Ayasi, and will facilitate this in every way, urging those men of the south who are entitled to do so to go there, and will provide transport and support for the purpose. We look forward to assisting the new Ayasi by returning the south of his empire to him when his position is secure, and, following the vanquishment of Sianai and Satores, withdrawing from his lands at much the same time as the forces of the Prince Talephas will do.
This is made writ by the will of the Redeemer, just by the Light of Opporia, and true by our exatas.
We continue to support the assembly of the Godlikes and Chiefs of the Holy Moti Empire at Moti to resolve on a new Ayasi, and will facilitate this in every way, urging those men of the south who are entitled to do so to go there, and will provide transport and support for the purpose. We look forward to assisting the new Ayasi by returning the south of his empire to him when his position is secure, and, following the vanquishment of Sianai and Satores, withdrawing from his lands at much the same time as the forces of the Prince Talephas will do.
This is made writ by the will of the Redeemer, just by the Light of Opporia, and true by our exatas.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Talephas is committed to honor the peace with Prince Satores as negotiated. If Prince Metexares is unable to pay the required price, the Redeemer will pay his share in a gesture of magnanimity.
Metexares, while perfectly able to pay any such amount, would rather defeat them by the sword. However, if others wish to pay Satores for bringing untold destruction on the Yensai and yield unto him the glory, so be it: it is no reproach to us to receive custodianship of the land in peace and march back home, and then join you and the forces of the Sarifaio against Sianai.
