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[Around the outskirts of Regalia and in Crookback, small pieces of poetic script are pinned alongside longer addresses, written in an iridescent, black ink.]
…And in the days of dusk
Where starlight burns low
We will dance beneath a turgid firmament
And fire will be our companion
Against an ending that we have written
And a beginning that is carved by
Sword
And bleeding dark.
[Around the outskirts of Regalia and in Crookback, small pieces of poetic script are pinned alongside longer addresses, written in an iridescent, black ink.]
…And in the days of dusk
Where starlight burns low
We will dance beneath a turgid firmament
And fire will be our companion
Against an ending that we have written
And a beginning that is carved by
Sword
And bleeding dark.
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Regalia has seen a fair share of tragedy. This city has thrived, risen from the ashes time and time again. I have seen it, lived this cyclical truth, been part of the many that have clasped their hands together in prayer, hoping that I would be safe from harm. I have bled as many have, cried over those who have been felled by beings outside this realm. In this time of uneasy peace, I have begun to ask questions, seek answers when once I sought only survival.
The Void has been the greatest threat to Regalia upon several occasions now. The Arken that reside within embody the worst of what we are, demonizing our deepest depravities into destruction and malfeasance. It is capable of blooming from a single mote of presence into a catastrophe right before our eyes, to the point where the whole of the city and divine intervention are needed alike to push it back. The more people draw upon the Arken, turn to them for their answers, the quicker the clock ticks down to their next emergence.
I come now with a simple question: why do we only strike back against these machinations when they've grown to the point of devastation? Why are we always reactive, never proactive for our own protection? Regalia itself has done well in ensuring the Void is kept still, but it has not been enough. Lives are still lost, blood still spilled, demons still reaping our homes like farmers in the harvest.
I know many call for inquisition, and many others call for moderation. Perhaps there is an answer in between, somewhere, but I have not seen it yet. I have seen no answers, only the continued brushing under the carpet of those who would turn to Arken for salvation in desperation or malevolence. I do not think Lraach alone would cry bitter tears at these truths.
Let it be known that I make this in Lraach's name. For those that worship, revere, or draw upon the Void Arken, I will forget my oaths of peace when the moment calls for it. It pains me, but the pain of seeing Regalia be set upon by grand darkness digs deeper. I encourage my fellow Cahal and Ordax to do the same, in hopes to prevent tragedy before it comes again.
For the rest that remain in between, all I ask is for consideration. Let us all be protected from the shadows that gather about us as time marches onwards. Our inner light will prevail, even if we all stand divided. Lraach watch over, and guide our hands against those that seek to deliver us into strife.
- Ceonetru,
Warden of Pri'oris,
Ord-Alvaan of the Eight,
Servant of Estel's Light
Warden of Pri'oris,
Ord-Alvaan of the Eight,
Servant of Estel's Light
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