"What is war, but disorder? Truly, we have unleashed a horror upon the world. Never again shall we take the life of another Man. But if he is a heretic, then he is surely not a Man.
-High Elder Dominius, date unknown.
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All Veritas was distraught as the dead were carried in. What would become a tradition to last through the ages was inaugurated, as the slain bodies of Veritasan soldiers were paraded throughout the streets. Embalmed with spices and incense, they were only laid together in a field, after three days of mourning.
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"A man, once dead, is dead. If he was a good soul, his lot is Paradise. If he embraced the Void in his life, the Void is his lot."
-Guard Captain Adrian Chelas, 287 P.D
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Never had the people seen so many bodies before. Not even in the most horrible tales of the Diaspora were there so many slain. The people laid them in the green, and wept for what seemed an eternity. It was at this time that the Elders met to discuss how to dispose of all the corpses. It had always, up until then, been the job of the family to dispose of their own.
They could not be burned. The air would carry their souls to foul lands, perhaps to hellish Zibon itself. If they were left in the open, they would stink and rot, with wild dogs consuming their flesh.
It was then proposed that they simply be buried. But to be placed in a dark cavern, away from the Light that was essential to following the One, would be unspeakable. None knew what to do...until a young assemblyman, also a Disciple of the One, came up with a suggestion.
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In white stone, impenetrable, our dead shall be laid. Under our homes, ever protected, surrounded by Order. Besides their crypt a lantern lit, always trimmed. Their souls will repose in the Maxims, until the time when we return to Paradise.
-Assemblyman Marcellus, 291 P.D.
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It was a labor of years, to make such a vision real. Many were crushed from carting and carrying the stones to Veritas, and their bodies added to the piles. Guards had the worst time of it, especially those protecting the bodies of the deceased. Fighting for their dead comrades corpses with rats, birds, and dogs was an unenviable job.
Under the Square of the Diaspora, however, it would soon be finished. A great shaft, extending deep into the earth. Many hallways branching off, into darkness. In all it's walls lay marble coffins. The name of each man killed in battle, and his sigil* were there inscribed. By now, most of the dead had decomposed so that their remains were placed into urns.
All the Assemblum swore never to let the dead lay unburied again, and exterminate the pagans that caused such suffering.
But in 292, the Great Burial occured, and for a time, all thoughts of War were forgotten.
There, the great underground chamber was christened the Catacombs of the Fallen, and two thousand men were laid to rest, according to the records. Every man fallen in war, for all eternity until the Second Paradise, would be buried there. So was it written, the Assemblum declared, and so shall it be done.
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"The marble tombs are all our lot, eventually. But it is your task, soldier, to send the pagan heretic to the Void, before your own passing. That is why we fight. For the Maxims, for Veritas, and for the One.
-Stratikrator Andros, Tacitus and War, 454 P.D
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*Similar to a crest, these are unique to each family. They depict something in nature, usually an animal or tree.