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*A man wielding a quarter staff steps up to the board and begins to smile*

Brother, as you know I have also witnessed the signs of the uprising, and it fills my heart with joy and faith.

She has my imperishable support.

~ SM ~

I was not trying to lead us into Her glory, just trying to start it. If there is another way I would like to help. Though I was the one you say the "wrong hands" it was in, I did my very best and was left the only man standing in orange robes while everyone else abandoned Her.

Kent Strider wrote:Hello dear citizens of Brittania, I Kent Strider have restarted the Order of Imperial. We do not hold holy tomes but that is not what we are about. To learn more contact me by bird and we can meet somewhere. Thank you.

18778605, South Britain

Tyriul Thorne wrote:*A fine scroll appears attached to the bottom of the note, although the writting appears somewhat rushed*

I must question, if you are truely blessed and embraced by her grace, why are you the 'ex' High Priest of her fine Order?

The truely blessed feel her embrace in ways the ignorant cannot comprehend, it'll take more than a guild stone with etchings of the past to convince us you have been chosen. I feel her presence still exists in this world and I am loyal to whatever she desires, my signature on some paper is not needed to prove that.

I for one, am not convinced.

Tyriul Thorne wrote:*A man wielding a quarter staff steps up to the board and begins to smile*

Brother, as you know I have also witnessed the signs of the uprising, and it fills my heart with joy and faith.

She has my imperishable support.

~ SM ~

Wearing sandals and a simple tan robe, Dante Belgrave's countenance takes on one of utter annoyance and disgust as he reads various letters.

He removes an old advertisement for horseshoes, flips it over and begins to write with his well-worn feather pen.

"I'd say to pardon my rude tone and blatant disregard for tact, but frankly I don't give a damn. What kind of game are you playing? Kent made no mention of previous titles or rankings, merely a sincere desire to help bring about the one true faith, to make the people of the world remember Her boundless warmth, kindness, and wisdom.

You claim it's going to take more than a stone to convince you he's been "Chosen." Guess what you arrogant bastard, he made zero claims to being such a thing. And THEN you see some pretty poster and you're so convinced that this person HAS to be right. At least pretend to have a shred of credibility and actual devotion to Her, any true follower knows that we don't judge, we don't follow men, we serve Her. Save your hollow words, calling others ignorant, speaking with a tone of superiority. You and the smug cons you follow sicken me."

Her humble servant,
Dante Belgrave.

P.S. Fire the two-bit scribe you paid for that poster, "The glorious Order of Imperial is soon being resurrected from it's previous downfall in wrong hands." It's is a contraction of It is, Its is the possessive form. Thank you.

Uzriel Raven wrote:

Kent Strider wrote:Hello dear citizens of Brittania, I Kent Strider have restarted the Order of Imperial. We do not hold holy tomes but that is not what we are about. To learn more contact me by bird and we can meet somewhere. Thank you.

18778605, South Britain

Tyriul Thorne wrote:*A fine scroll appears attached to the bottom of the note, although the writting appears somewhat rushed*

I must question, if you are truely blessed and embraced by her grace, why are you the 'ex' High Priest of her fine Order?

The truely blessed feel her embrace in ways the ignorant cannot comprehend, it'll take more than a guild stone with etchings of the past to convince us you have been chosen. I feel her presence still exists in this world and I am loyal to whatever she desires, my signature on some paper is not needed to prove that.

I for one, am not convinced.

Tyriul Thorne wrote:*A man wielding a quarter staff steps up to the board and begins to smile*

Brother, as you know I have also witnessed the signs of the uprising, and it fills my heart with joy and faith.

She has my imperishable support.

~ SM ~

Wearing sandals and a simple tan robe, Dante Belgrave's countenance takes on one of utter annoyance and disgust as he reads various letters.

He removes an old advertisement for horseshoes, flips it over and begins to write with his well-worn feather pen.

"I'd say to pardon my rude tone and blatant disregard for tact, but frankly I don't give a damn. What kind of game are you playing? Kent made no mention of previous titles or rankings, merely a sincere desire to help bring about the one true faith, to make the people of the world remember Her boundless warmth, kindness, and wisdom.

You claim it's going to take more than a stone to convince you he's been "Chosen." Guess what you arrogant bastard, he made zero claims to being such a thing. And THEN you see some pretty poster and you're so convinced that this person HAS to be right. At least pretend to have a shred of credibility and actual devotion to Her, any true follower knows that we don't judge, we don't follow men, we serve Her. Save your hollow words, calling others ignorant, speaking with a tone of superiority. You and the smug cons you follow sicken me."

Her humble servant,
Dante Belgrave.

Sir,

You speak with such venom and arrogance yourself, you come here telling a tale as you have only heard half of the story. You assume I know nothing of Kent, yet we've never met? Unless you were hiding in the bush of the inn as he preached to me, I can only gather you to be omnipresent and have heard our conversation through other means.

You base your opinion of me on a letter on the board and assume I am fickle - you know nothing of my basis for belief in Brother Brotheamus and what he has shown me.

These are not times for feud nor civil rivalry. I'm a man of honor and will apologise if my words seemed rash, but do not judge be until you know me.

My coordinates are 283019090, I wouldn't turn down a discussion over ale, as men and not over a board.

Yours sincerely,
~ Sarion Mai

We barely spoke before you ran off.

"Venomous and arrogant? No, I simply don't like you. You yourself have no right to assume I don't know the whole story, I surely do. Kent and I are very old comrades. You claiming to have knowledge is truly laughable. Who are you? Where have you been hiding? And where are you getting your infallible facts from? Thin air? If you're truly humble, bare your soul to the world and tell us why you have any right to dispute what Kent preaches. You seem to have suddenly shown up. I'm not your friend, and I'm not going to be civil when you didn't do the same for Kent. Have a great day, you two-faced pretender."

-Dante.

Then I'm sorry I'm not to your liking.

Don't be surprised that you don't 'know' me or 'recognise' me, I pick my company well.

I do not know you, I also imagine I never will, but maybe her intent will be more visible to you in the coming weeks.

~ Sarion Mai