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The Justification of Midor
Posted: 10 Mar 2005 01:40 PM |
*Hammered on all public sign posts in Midor*
The Justification of Midor has begun!
By edict of Lord-Bishop Vidus Khain, with the authority of White Bishop Carman Verit I.
Rally the faithful, the Justification of Midor has begun. Now is the time for the people to finally reclaim what is theirs. By the grace of Midoran, and the strength of the Righteous Swords, a new era is dawning for Midor. Now the final reminants of decay must be cut away so that new growth can occur.
People of Midor, do not tolerate impurity and evil amongst you. Strike out! Find those that violate the holy law of Midoran. Report them to the Inquisitor's office. They can be found at the Righteous Sword headquarters, in the Eastern Districts, and on the Temple grounds. All reports to the Inquisitor's office will be dealt with swiftly and efficiently. Through the actions of the Holy Inquisitors, and the Righteous Swords, Midor will finally be rid of the darkness that has so long overshadowed this fair city.
Rise up, people of Midor. Rise up, and claim the Purity and Justice our holy city so rightly deserves.
*Sealed by the Office of Lord-Bishop Khain, the seal of the Righteous Swords, and the Symbol of the Church of Midoran.* |
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.
-Henry David Thoreau
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Re: The Justification of Midor
Posted: 12 Mar 2005 08:03 AM |
| ((*bump onto the main page*)) |
- Solitaire, Wizard
- Ilyana Fiirhaart, High Priestess of Naruth |
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Re: The Justification of Midor
Posted: 13 Mar 2005 02:08 PM |
Jand stood there, for a moment he was back in the cell in Midor he was being held by two knights while he watched as knights held his wife down for her for her to... he shook his head and from the shadows he watched her. He had followed her for some time now but as she was a Priestess she was guarded by far to many people. He hated her, she had been so cold and she had done it even while the knights beside her had looked on sick from the sight of it. He looked at the notice and smiled to himself.
He knew where she lived he even knew her dutys, when she would be busy, when she would be with her friends. It was easy to but he had never broken into a place to 'leave' the items before.
leaving several things in her room he closed the door, making sure to lock it and as he walked past the guards smiling to himself from the shadows. He was so close to them and they couldnt see.
All that was left after hiding the holy symbol sticking it to the headboard of her bed, and a book on Tarik, hidden in the lining of her chest. The letter was good it was in bad common and written by a boy in Port for added effot.
*Dear Sir,
I met with Priestess Gaila about four days ago and she was talking about lord midran when he was hunting with a bow and arros. I never hear the storys she was telling me and my mummy took me away when she was speaking words I not heard before
I just want for Midran to help her please and for her not to be evil anymore
Aren Trean*
The letter was found on the floor by the holy Inquistor in a pile of letters that fell off his desk for no reason.
Jand watched the Inquistor, this man might be the person to give Jand his revenge. He watched to see what he would do with the breadcrums he had left for him. |
Its easy clinging to your moral high ground when you have everything, try it when you have nothing left.
Cain Angus |
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The Justification of Midor - Portents of an Execution
Posted: 18 Mar 2005 03:48 PM |
Cormus had spent the last six months as a cleaner in the Midoran temple. It was good work, he supposed; it paid well and allowed him to be alone, a state he preferred. The priests and paladins usually ignored him, and those foolish enough to try to strike up a conversation were laid low by Cormus' harsh words and even harsher outlook. The one thing Cormus did not need in life was friends, and he did everything he could to make sure people in the Temple left him alone.
Cormus' attitude caused one beneficial side effect, at least in his mind. People in the Temple eventually stopped noticing him. Conversations would regularly occur within earshot that he knew he was not supposed to hear. But because of his dour and nearly invisible nature, the priests and paladins would continue talking as if no one was around. This was how Cormus was able to discover all the dirty little secrets. He knew of all the paladins' indiscretions, and which priest had pilfered a bit from the week's alms. He knew all the small things and all the large things. He knew of the priestess named Bethany, and how she had corrupted and caused the death of two paladins. He knew of the true nature of the High Paladin's illness, and how he had been rescued from the Midoran Academy. He knew of High Captain Uvanle's pending ascension to the office of High Paladin, as well as the more deeply help secret about Uvanle's new found allegiance to the Righteous Swords.
Most of the things Cormus heard he did not care to repeat to anyone. He was not an information broker, nor would anyone trust the information he had even if he did sell it. Cormus was content to be left alone, and he seldom gave a second thought to anything he heard. So it was of no consequence to Cormus when he overheard a conversation regarding the execution of a High-Captain. He already knew of which High-Captain the Lord-Bishop Khain spoke. That High-Captain Jongras had been arrested was no secret in Midor, especially in the Temple. But where he was being held was a topic of great speculation.
“The execution will occur in five days,” said the Lord-Bishop. He was speaking to a red robed Mystic, one of the Righteous Swords that were always no more then two feet from the Lord-Bishop. The Mystic spoke softly to Vidus, in a voice Cormus was unable to overhear. The Lord-Bishop responded by shaking his head. “No further persuasion is necessary. The Inquisitors are certain he will say nothing more. And anyway, I do not want his body broken before the execution.”
Cormus paused, What does he mean, broken? And what are the Inquisitors doing to the High-Captain? But Cormus already knew the answer. He had heard the screams coming from the Law Courts dungeons ever since the Righteous Swords and their Inquisitors had come to Midor. He had heard rumors of people vanishing without a trace, taken from their homes in the dead of night by the Red Guard.
Vidus continued, “Then arrest them all. I will tolerate no dissidents in Midor. None, do you hear me?” The Mystic nodded almost imperceptibly and seemed again to whisper to Vidus. The Lord-Bishop responded quickly, “Send them to the Inquisitors. If we cannot get a confession of truth freely, then we shall force one.”
Something snapped inside of Cormus. This is not right, he thought desperately, The Inquisitors….the Church…are using torture? For the first time in his life, the burly janitor’s blood rushed with a sense of indignation and righteousness. Without thinking, he stepped out from behind the pillar where he had been sweeping, directly into the path of the Lord Bishop and the Mystic. “What do you mean, ‘force one?'” he demanded.
The Lord-Bishop stopped in his tracks. He looked at the janitor with a mixture of surprise and contempt. The Mystic, however, did not hesitate. With a quick word, Cormus was on the ground, his body bound by an invisible force. The Lord-Bishop said only three words. “Who are you?”
Cormus could not breathe, such was the force of the Mystic’s spell. “Cormus,” he gasped.
The Lord-Bishop looked at him dispassionately. “You have heard too much, Cormus. I am sorry.” Without another word, the Lord-Bishop nodded to the Mystic, then turned and strode away.
The last thought Cormus had before his wind pipe was crushed by the Mystic’s invisible grip was to wonder why he had chosen this, of all times, to become a patriot. But even that thought was cut short, and all was left in blackness. |
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.
-Henry David Thoreau
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Re: The Justification of Midor - Portents of an Execution
Posted: 19 Mar 2005 04:20 PM |
Edrik approached Midor from the north and stopped cold in his tracks as the city gates came into view.
More of them?
Edrik shook his head in horror and disbelief. Where there had stood four crosses there were now eight, and a fresh body had been nailed across each of those that had been newly raised.
Edrik’s strength seemed to ebb at the sight. He shifted his pack and struggled under its weight, still unaccustomed to the feel and heft of his armor after so many years. But he managed to regain his step and continue onward.
As he rounded the bend near Windy Miller’s stable, he had a vantage that allowed him to see the base of the crosses, and again, a wave of despair curled over him.
A squad of red cloaks stood as statues at the foot of the structures; unmoving, and unmoved by what they guarded. A few paces in front, clearly the squad’s commander, stood one of the red cloak’s mystics, and Edrik would swear to Midoran himself that the man’s lips peeled into a sneer as he spotted the colors of the Midoran regulars on Edrik. It left a hollow pit in Edrik’s gut as he crossed the bridge into the city.
Edrik’s knuckles grew white as he squeezed the hilt of his longsword. They have no respect for those they serve. None. They are soulless, mindless, and possessed of nothing but arrogance.
As Edrik approached the gates and received a cheerful smile and nod of greeting from the regulars posted there, the contrast to the red cloaks nearly broke his heart. But as a First Sword, he had learned to hide his emotions in the face of his men, and he did the same now, smiling broadly, he clapped the nearest on the shoulder and greeted him heartily. “Hefner, is it not? Any news from your watch?”
The man’s smile broadened a bit as Edrik spoke his name. “Aye, sir, an’ thank ye fer rememberin’ it. As fer the watch, nothing much this night.” He nodded toward the crosses, “well, ‘cept fer the grisly view. Nothing much else at any rate.”
Edrik squeezed the man’s shoulder and nodded, choosing to ignore the mention of the crosses rather than comment on it, “Good lad. A quiet night on watch is a good night on watch, eh?”
Edrik smiled kindly and then continued on into the plaza, where he let the mask of good cheer fall from his visage. He shook his head as he made his way toward the Unicorn. Midoran, watch over those lads. They have the heart of lions, but still only the bodies of men. And I fear for them. I fear there are dark days ahead. |
"Beer is living proof that god loves us and wants us to be happy." - Benjamin Franklin
"I hate quotation." - Ralph Waldo Emerson :P |
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Re: The Justification of Midor - Portents of an Execution
Posted: 21 Mar 2005 10:25 AM |
The Holy Inquisitor collected the letter from the floor, stacking them on his table he turned to one of the guards near him and asked them to fetch him some food. The guards saluted and moved off even though it was not part of his duties, he didn’t think it wise to point this out to The Holy Inquisitor.
The Holy Inquisitor read all the letters, sorting them into three piles as he tuned to one of the Righteous Sword knights speaking clearly. I requite four knights and one mystic to attend to the Princesses Talhepth,, Yaves and Gaila have them searched immediately and two knights to search each of their rooms. Bring them to me after the rooms has been searched. I am also still waiting for my food!! |
Its easy clinging to your moral high ground when you have everything, try it when you have nothing left.
Cain Angus |
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Re: The Justification of Midor
Posted: 23 Mar 2005 05:39 PM |
Rumors of a major announcement have begun to circulate in Midor. Lord-Bishop Khain will address the people tonight (10 PM CST) with a major announcement. There is no word as to what the Lord-Bishop will be talking about, but High-Captian Johanas Uvanle is reportedly attending the presentation.
The next stage of the Justification has begun. |
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.
-Henry David Thoreau
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Re: The Justification of Midor
Posted: 23 Mar 2005 09:37 PM |
| ((Note, this will be held in the Temple District of Midor.)) |
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.
-Henry David Thoreau
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Re: The Justification of Midor - Reformation Day
Posted: 24 Mar 2005 01:14 AM |
It would be remembered by history as the day everything changed.
Vidus Khain, Lord Bishop of Midor and Preceptor of the Righteous Swords, was not surprised his easily his voice carried over the crowd. The temple square was designed to amplify the voice of whoever was on the lectern, allowing priests to preach more easily. His first words silenced the crowd almost immediately. "The Justification of Midor is at hand." Vidus drank in the crowd’s silence before continuing, "Even as we speak, the last remnants of depravity and impurity are being expunged from our fair city." Vidus looked across the sea of faces. "As evidence, I bring you, my dear people, joyful news"
Vidus looked over at the old paladin next to him. Johanas Uvanle looked even more imposing in his blood red armor. "High Captain Uvanle has joined the ranks of the Righteous Swords, thus adding his years of experience, his strength, and his vast wisdom to the ranks of the holy warriors of Midoran.” A murmur rippled through the crowd. “And yet, there is something of which even the High Captain is unaware.” Vidus turned to face Uvanle. “Johanas Uvanle...by the power invested in me by Holy Midoran, I here by grant you the title of High Paladin of the Order of Midoran.” Uvanle’s eyes widened in surprised, just as Vidus suspected they would. He was not expecting this though Vidus bemusedly. “The office, along with the title and authority accompanying, shall be yours.”
Uvanle, now High Paladin Uvanle, recovered his composure quickly. He thanked the Preceptor and, after a few formalities, stepped back, again allowing the Preceptor to speak. Vidus’s voice rang out, “And still, there is one more thing, my dear people, that you must know.” The crowd looked up expectantly. “Today, Midor gains for its service not only a just man in the new High Paladin, but a new White Bishop as well.” The crowd tensed, such news was unexpected, and even the common rumor mills had not heard of this development. “Carmen Verit I has retired. He shall spend his days at his summer house, relaxing and enjoying the fruits of his labor. Earlier today, the Conclave of Ministers gathered for the first time in almost a year.” The crowd relaxed a bit. The restoration of a branch of the Midoran government apparently signaled, to many, a sign of stability. Vidus continued,”During the Conclave, I was named as the successor to the throne of the White Bishop.”
Vidus paused for several moments to let the words resonate. The crowd erupted with wild cheering. “Praise be to Midoran, may his Just Hand always watch over Midor,” intoned Vidus. His prayer was echoed by many in the crowd.
The newly minted White Bishop wasted no time issuing fiats. “As my first decree as White Bishop, I hereby place all authority of the Order of Midoran directly into the hands of High Paladin Uvanle and the Righteous Swords.” He proceeded to inform the paladins that new commissions would be delivered the following dawn. The Conclave, the legislative branch of Midor’s government, would begin to meet once more. “But,” warned Vidus, “for the safety of all of Midor, I shall retain sole veto power over all the Conclave's actions.”
The crowd was deafening. “It’s about time,” shouted many. Cries of “Midoran’s will be done,” and “Praise Midoran” were heard throughout the crowd. Vidus took advantage of the crowd’s emotions. “My people, I love, you, and want only to protect you. Therefore, the Righteous Sword shall take over command of all guard duty in Midor. The Guard-Commander shall be overseen by a member of the most holy Red Guard. Enemies of Midor shall not suffer long in our city, I promise you that.” Vidus pounded his fist as he spoke, “They will be rooted out and exposed for who they are. The wheels of Midoran justice shall turn quickly. Blessed be the Inquisitors that root out the evil in our city, and bring Truth from the deceitful.
“We will have peace and safety in our fair city in these troubled times, just as in days of old, when Midor was a beckon of Light for the world.” Vidus hammered each sentence with a meteoric pulse. The guilty shall be punished. The Justice of Midoran is swift and sure. Death shall be immediate and permanent for those that defy His will!” His eyes flashed as he spoke, and sweat poured from his face. The crowed cheered for several minutes before Vidus called for silence by raising his hand.
“I see many paladins of the old order in the crowd. To the righteous among you, I offer an opportunity.” The paladins glanced at one another, uncertain looks on their face. “For too long, the paladins of Midoran stood aside and allowed our fair city to fall into decay. From the travesty of Merrick to the murder of our people, the paladins did nothing!” Vidus looked glanced to Sir Sanner, “Yet some of you remained faithful. Some of you did not lose faith. And to those of you that did not flinch in the face of trying times, I offer you an opportunity to take your place in the history of Midor.” Vidus looked at the paladins, “I call upon you to join the Righteous Swords. Join the New Order of Midoran.” Vidus waited for his words to take effect. Several paladins were obviously distraught at the offer, but several seemed intrigued. It is a good tactic<i> thought the White Bishop. <i>A good tactic indeed.
Vidus returned his attention to the masses. ” To the rest of my people, I say to you, ‘Stoke your forges, and ready yourselves for the coming storm.’ All of Midor shall have to endure sacrifices to ensure Midor takes its proper place in the world!” The crowd roared with a new found vigor. “The word of Midoran will spread!” shouted Vidus; his voice was still barely heard over the crowd. “We are a holy people, gentle and kind, yet fiery and devout in our faith! Order and Justice shall spread over the world!”
The crowd rose to a fever pitch. The throbbing mass undulated with each word Vidus shouted, “Under the banner of Midor, under the banner of the Righteous Swords...and under the Banner of White Bishop Vidus Khain, the Chosen of Midoran!” The mass of people nearly burst at these words. Vidus stood at the lectern, absorbing the crowds fevered cheers and chanting.
“For Midor!” shouted Vidus, and the crowd responded.
“For Midoran!
"For Midor!
“For Midor!”
The New Order of Midoran had arrived, and there was no going back. |
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.
-Henry David Thoreau
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Re: The Justification of Midor - Seeking the Bard
Posted: 26 Jan 2006 08:22 AM |
She had been an inquisitor for the Righteous Swords for three years, even before the Swords arrival in Midor. She had fought hard throughout her training, and the lessons she learned had proved invaluable. Care nothing for others; this made is easier to see through to the truth. Caring and love only clouded a persons judgment. Act swiftly and decisively; hesitating even slightly could mean the difference between a Justified soul and just another dead criminal. Be confident in your faith; the faithless are the ones that fall to Justification while the truly faithful need not fear.
She had held fast to these tenants, and had been rewarded with accolades that culminated in this day. Today, she stood before the Preceptor, having been summoned for a special assignment.
The Preceptor had her back to her when she entered his study. He was deeply involved in a book and did not appear to notice her arrival. Long experience had taught her never to assume the Preceptor was not aware of his surroundings, so she waited silently. Finally, having apparently found what he needed, he placed a marker in the book, closed it, and placed it on his desk.
He turned to face her, “I have a task for you,” he said simply. This she already knew. One was never summoned to a personal audience with the Preceptor without cause.
“Midoran’s will be done,” she said automatically, but she meant it with every fiber of her being.
“I set you as my bloodhound,” he said. The urge to blink in reaction to anything had long since been drilled out of her. Even so, she had to fight the urge for the first time in her memory. She remained silent, knowing full well the Preceptor’s impatience with trite questions. “There is a man I need found by the name of Willom Wile…” The Preceptor proceeded to give a description of this bard. “He often travels with a woman, a ranger by the name of Iris. We are not certain if she is human or elvish, but she is to be considered very dangerous.
She squared her shoulders. So she was to be a hunter. Very well, she was familiar with the role. “Bring me Willom Wilde,” the Preceptor ordered, “as soon as you can.” She nodded, then turned quickly to leave. She had to make preparations for a long, long journey.”
“Bring him to me alive,” said Vidus Khain. She paused at the door, her back to the Preceptor. “Iris is expendable, but bring me Willom alive.” |
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.
-Henry David Thoreau
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