The Hochmeister's Decree

[The_Hochmeister]

THE UNDERCITY CRUSADE

Spoiler: THEME

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To Regalia, the Holy City of the Divine Regalian Empire,


It all started with decadence. Upon being granted position as High Inquisitor of the previous Holy Divine Inquisition, twas jubilance for this mere man. Though, quickly I was faced with the reality of the position. Instead of divine retribution, I was granted to deal with lowly politicking, sitting in a chair in an office as I directed men and women of Unionism to deal with noise complaints, dull sentry duty and the odd drunkard. As this holy warrior questioned the seat he held, I felt compelled to resign from my post. However, upon that night I was met with a vision.


First who visited me was Herebrand the Pure. Hand outstretched, he offered upon me a heart of iron - still beating with a fury in his palm. The Heron of Crusaders brought unto me commandment, that I must steel myself for the True Faith, my people, and the Divine Imperial Spirit who I must serve. Taking the heart in hand, I was then met with another.


Second who visited me was Volckamar the Zealous. Offering to me a gilded sword adorned in Sanktist scripture, he called upon me to ready myself, for as the fifth Creed calls upon men to purge daemon whether it be acts of kindness or the sword of deliverance; this vessel is to act as the Sword of Deliverance. Commanding me to purge the cancer which festers underneath, the two departed from me after granting such revelation.


After speaking with men of cloth, including two High Holinesses of true Unionist churches, the interpretation of this vision could not be anything more than being commanded to Crusade the vile Undercity: To destroy the daemon that rot beneath the hallowed streets of his Imperial Holiness' divine capital - the very testament to the Spirit's unerring will.


Thus, I, Hochmeister of the Marienritter Order, Wilheim od Albion, call Crusade upon the evil expanse. I shall not rest until the Spirit lays this mortal coil to rest to ascend to the Everwatch, or the Lich Lord is left to kneel before our Lord Chancellor, great living Heron of Imperials. May Volckamar the Zealous grant me unwavering vision of the Holy Mission, and may Herebrand the Pure grant me his holy strength so my blade shall swing true.



Ave Spiritus,

Hochmeister Wilheim dem Marienritter Orden
Champion of Herebrand
First Defender of Volckamar
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[Gwyndo]

Atrëllik, the three eyed cultist, reacted with only two words.

Spoiler

 

[Northern_Ireland]

Wolvard sat alone, the night outside was a violent one- rain and sleet clashing against the roofless estate, the floorboards atop him leaking dribbles and driplets of dark-churned rain as he inspected the letters that lay before him at the table. As the lightning lit the sky- only to be followed by a frightening thunder some seconds after- causing the Grand Inquisitor to shiver in cringe, for he was afraid of such loud noises. Fed up after reading just two of the letters, Wolvard reached into the tucked wooden desk to his right to retrieve a single bottle of Crimson Whiskey and a separate glass, unhooking, pouring and putting away the bottle before peering to the glass's brown-red contents- the elixir of patricians- the man thought to himself.

As the man took sip from his new glass, an Inquisitional squire would knock thrice upon the door, silently leaving a rather familiar posted on the man's desk. "The Undercity Crusade-" muttered Wolvard as his singular eye darted line from line, taking another small gulp of his whiskey as he did so. After concluding he would simply stand, tuck in his chair as he'd always been taught before making his way up the estate's steps to the roofless upper floor, climbing the next ladder as he peered across the river valley- fully exposed to the elements of the storm as he thought. "The man has his call, may the spirit above guide and all good Unionists support him in this call against the evils below our feet-- Ave."

He'd stand for perhaps another moment- or was it five, ten? Blinking before the storm around him, surely things would get better? After every storm lies a period of peace, let the evils of this world pass like the clouds above.

 

[HeyitsNano]

Alaric Keen began to saunter down the corridor. A kind breeze slowly riffled through his hair as he stopped halfway down, peering down the awning and briny window. Looking at the streets and homes below him, working men and women appeared. Meanwhile, marketsmen chanted calls for people to visit their stands. Although there was peace within the city, Alaric knew there was disease down below. Still, a smile began to emerge onto his face as he took in inhales of peace and exhales of satisfaction.

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As he continued down the hall, Alaric watched an Inquisitional squire exit the Grand Inquisitor's office. Curious, Alaric began towards the esteemed courier who then turned towards him, handing another one of the Hochmeister's fliers. It was then, after reading the letter, that Alaric Keen saw a productive future. Hand on his hilt, he began patrolling the city, wondering if he'd bump into one of the Marienritter he'd been told to seize. "Ave."

 

[Jcboi5]

A blue-cloaked warrior would learn of this news, and would talk to himself quietly, on his dwelling above CrookBack Bay. "Hmm... Perhaps I can join them. But again, these holy knights haven't had the best reputation as of late... I'll see what I can do." And with that, he set off to train in preparation, storm clouds ringing above him.

 

[MrNoot1]

William Alexander had begun to sit down gently by the fire, being in his new robes as he read upon the copy of the notice. He'd sigh to himself as he'd stand up to tend to the fire as he'd then sit back down. "May the Spirit watch over you, the Marienritters, and the Inquisition."

 

[milkdudders_]

A smile curls at a woman's lips under a cloth mask. She tears down a copy of the pages and tucks into a pouch on her side before walking away.

 

[Timetotalk]

A bear-fur hooded man would tear a copy off the board, looking it over with a small chuckle, "They wish to 'crusade' us? Then, why don't we have some fun and 'crusade' those men and women as well? They want war...sure." he stated with another chuckle before moving down the alleyways and off to the underground.

 

[MidnightRey]

A Shadow with red shining eyes read over the paper.
"That entire dream thing sounds like a bunch of bullshit and an excuse to invade our last safe haven. Let's tear them to shreds."
Takes the paper off the wall, heading to the sewers where the said burnt library was..

 

[NebulaePrimo]

Somewhere in the sewers, a normally cute and smol Ithanian begins to cackle as she reads the message. Then, she heads out to deliver the message to her superiors.

 

[Brit<3]

Looked it over, without another word she just discarded it in a blaze of fire. "They really think they have the upper hand... foolish"

 

[HereticTakao]

Kabili Tordove danced around a circle of the announcements he was able to snatch. His dance was limited, and not creative in the slightest, just the slight gyration of his hips, with his arms swaying above his head. A big smile was planted on his face and his eyes were squeezed shut. He yelled as he danced,

"Ave! Ave! Ave! Ave!"
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And continued to laugh, probably bringing worry to any family member who peeped him doing this.

 

[leichendame]

Sascha sat on a bench in the city, reading over the announcement. She'd finish, looking up to the sky with a smirk. "Based."

 

[Caduceus_Clayy]

THE UNDERCITY CRUSADE

Spoiler: THEME

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To Regalia, the Holy City of the Divine Regalian Empire,


It all started with decadence. Upon being granted position as High Inquisitor of the previous Holy Divine Inquisition, twas jubilance for this mere man. Though, quickly I was faced with the reality of the position. Instead of divine retribution, I was granted to deal with lowly politicking, sitting in a chair in an office as I directed men and women of Unionism to deal with noise complaints, dull sentry duty and the odd drunkard. As this holy warrior questioned the seat he held, I felt compelled to resign from my post. However, upon that night I was met with a vision.


First who visited me was Herebrand the Pure. Hand outstretched, he offered upon me a heart of iron - still beating with a fury in his palm. The Heron of Crusaders brought unto me commandment, that I must steel myself for the True Faith, my people, and the Divine Imperial Spirit who I must serve. Taking the heart in hand, I was then met with another.


Second who visited me was Volckamar the Zealous. Offering to me a gilded sword adorned in Sanktist scripture, he called upon me to ready myself, for as the fifth Creed calls upon men to purge daemon whether it be acts of kindness or the sword of deliverance; this vessel is to act as the Sword of Deliverance. Commanding me to purge the cancer which festers underneath, the two departed from me after granting such revelation.


After speaking with men of cloth, including two High Holinesses of true Unionist churches, the interpretation of this vision could not be anything more than being commanded to Crusade the vile Undercity: To destroy the daemon that rot beneath the hallowed streets of his Imperial Holiness' divine capital - the very testament to the Spirit's unerring will.


Thus, I, Hochmeister of the Marienritter Order, Wilheim od Albion, call Crusade upon the evil expanse. I shall not rest until the Spirit lays this mortal coil to rest to ascend to the Everwatch, or the Lich Lord is left to kneel before our Lord Chancellor, great living Heron of Imperials. May Volckamar the Zealous grant me unwavering vision of the Holy Mission, and may Herebrand the Pure grant me his holy strength so my blade shall swing true.



Ave Spiritus,

Hochmeister Wilheim dem Marienritter Orden
Champion of Herebrand
First Defender of Volckamar
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"So, you're crazy and have drugged up visions. Or perhaps you get homicidal dreams from your inbred brain. Either way, they will lead you to death you stupid ejit." was written on some of the pages within some speech bubbles, leading to a wolf masked Nelfin image next to that. There was also picture of a penis with a knife also visible there.

 

[DrHasagi]

"Huh, that's interesting. But I sure don't care!" -Milo, probably

 

[Rowet]

A certain Barghest Altalar exhaled at a copy of the notice being pinned upon the Wraith's boards, her lips curling into a scowl. She'd debate on it for a moment, before leaving one of her very own, in eloquently eligible Common.

"To those belonging to the undercity,

I know you're all furious. You are not afraid, I know this clearly. Use that fury to crush the Marienritters whenever they venture here. We will prove ourselves time and time again that we are more than capable & a force to be reckoned with. This is our home, and they are not welcome down here.

Let your fury empower you, but control it."

 

[Cipherition]

The rain poured down outside of Arien's window as she read over the paper, her golden-brown eyes scouring the words with ease. "Well then... That is interesting. Hopefully the sewer people take care of him for good. AVE!" She giggles, falling back on her bed, beginning to fold a paper.
"Anansi would enjoy hearing about this."​

 

[rimacutem]

A fat dwarf would upon seeing the the decree and stop for a moment "I fucking knew this guy would not be satisfied with surface. Wonder if they will leave some corpses behind to rob" the dwarf would mutter to himself and go along his way

 

[AnimalisticArts]

The All-Mother passed by the notice board, taking a glance at the decree, uttering "Cute," before tossing a crimson blade at the notice, tearing it out of the wood, the paper along with it as she moved away.

 

[Chapstxcks]

"And on the day when the chosen Ailor force the Spirit to quarrel with the lesser beings, with the hopeless and the damned is the day that Ailorian greed and thirst for gain overpower their quest for spirituality, and Regalia is lost to government control without religious restraints." Commented a certain Vakgu in his gardens while pretending to be philosophical.