From the desk of Vultragon Celate, Auridian Luxvenia On: The Autumn Period of Glory and the Reclamation of our City We are now in the part of the Unionist calendar known as the Autumn Period of Glory. It is reflective of how the work we have done in the Spring Period of Ambition and the Summer Period of the Future now begins to pay off. Yes, now is the time where the Regalian Empire and Unionists reap the benefits of what we have done in the past. And what is it we have been doing? Preparing to take back our city. If the beginning of the period of Glory was not enough of a sign by the Everwatcher, then we of course can look to the restoration of the Sakrosankt. In the same way that the Sakorsankt was destroyed by occult forces but repaired by the will of the Everwatcher, so too was our city taken over by occult forces, ones that we will soon defeat. It is during this time that we should also turn our thoughts to God-Empress Ness. In the same way she offered forgiveness and helped the downtrodden, so too must we be prepared to forgive those who were turned and had their minds enslaved by the Sanguine curse. They have a difficult challenge ahead of them, as the curse will call to their minds even once they are restored. We must make sure to support them as they begin their rehabilitation, on top of supporting the poor and downtrodden who begin to search for food and warmth as the days get shorter and colder. As always, myself and other Celates are available to any who are seeking support, Unionist or not. But above all, know that we shall prevail, by the will of the Everwatcher.
It was during one of his late-night romps through the countryside, indecipherable form shaded beneath umbrella so that not even the stars’ eyes may not cast their gaze upon the sanguine, that Adrian Marillia came into possession of a printed copy of the document on the wind. “They speak as though we are a sickness, the villains, as though they haven’t committed one-million acts of heinous cruelty against a people whose superiority is visible. Let them believe that they have won whilst their navies lay wallowing on the borders, naive as their food stores empty so that even the rats begin to starve. Let the pandering preachers feed their empty words to the ignorant as their stomachs cry for sustenance and our forces swell. All will come to embrace Woldemar, in the end.” His musings would be interrupted by the crack of a twig somewhere. A deer— a mercenary? It mattered not as the Maraya disappeared back towards the empty streets of what once was Regalia. Glory be.
