The Host of the Even Blade
Written by: Dame Malicia La'Saet, Disciple of the Aegis
Date: Thursday, March 2nd, 2006
Addressed to: Everyone
Greetings
On the sixth day in the month of Estar, Lady Terentia returned to the
Basin after a grueling battle with the mighty Soulless, wounded but very
much alive. The pure of heart took up arms and set about healing her and
finally She arose, Her eyes sparkling with wisdom, grasping in Her hand
a strange crystal object; Her image that of glorious splendour.
Thankful, Lady Terentia extended Her hand towards the city of Light and
all who assisted Her, eventually opening Her fold to those who share the
ideals She exemplifies.
Lady Terentia embodies the essence of honour, justice and wisdom. Her
tongue is sharp and Her blade even sharper as She seeks an end to the
plague that tarnishes all that is good in this world. While She is
wholly against the taint, showing very little regard for those who
weakly succumb to its grasp, She is not prone to rash actions. Each
decision is heavily weighed before it is executed and Her followers
obediently carry out Her wishes. A master strategist and warrioress, She
is no stranger to the battlefield and fought a great many wars alongside
the Elder God, Meridian, creating in Her a great affinity for the Merian
race.
The Host of Lady Terentia is held to higher standards, higher morals.
The innocent are deserving only of protection, not death. We will not
raise our hand against those who have not chosen the way of the taint,
unless it is warranted. The followers of the Even Blade seek vengeance
only against those tainted and work tirelessly to reverse the pervasive
effects of such. All that is dark and evil will cower before Her.
Any who wish to follow in the path of the Even Blade may contact a
member of the Empyreal Host. Do so with a clear heart and mind, for the
weak-willed will be turned away. This invitation is closed to citizens
of Magnagora, the commune members of the twisted forest Glomdoring and
any who walk as a Viscanti, a hideous insult to the Elder Gods and
Goddesses that split into shards of life you see today.
Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Tzarin, in the year 141 CE.