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Turyth Stands Behind Walls of Forgen

Brother Hemmen, how fares the Chapel Technis upon Great Olimpan in these past years of holy service? It has been too long since we last stood together, and we of the war-shrine are glad of your presence; much in Turyth lies in need of prayer and diligence by the faithful Technist. The forgen of these fortress walls is old and strong, but forgen protects not against Contagion from the Void or blown on sand-winds from Unhallowed vaults.

Praise be to the Prophet! Preacher Gare will gain no small pleasure to hear you have set and blessed the Prophet's laws in seven of the Outer Spires. He is yet taken to his sickbed with the coughing scourge that afflicts the peasants of the half-desert, and much troubled by his absence. Brother Hura makes the preparations for our evening prayer in his place once more; you will find them well and as you expect.

Your skill and faith have made me late indeed, Brother; in truth I expected you to circle the fortress sunwards. I am charged to guide you by the seal-gates set upon the Least Spire in the years of High Ordained Rusul. We must walk the small-shafts and lesser vaultways through the walls, for there is no other way.

Preacher Gare would have the tale in better words than I, but needs must I speak in his place. May the Prophet guide his return to the duties of the Faith! A siege of Turyth took place when the fortress pledged to Lord Antheba of the Trel realm; a battle of Lords' guard without great-cannon to pierce forgen. A year and a day, the fortress portals stood closed, and years more they might have, but for war-poisons dug from the Unhallowed vaults of the Great Desolation. So it was the walls were brought low by Lord Umbere of the Heythe realm.

I see you recognize the latter portion of the tale, Brother - this is why the Least Spire is sealed yet, and sealed well. None but the leastmost of peasants dwell on the levels beneath and about its walls; the stench of their cess is but warning of where the war-poisons fell.

[ Posted by Reason on May 28, 2006 | Permanent Link ]

Prayer-spire of Ages

Preacher Gare will not return for several days, Brother; if this message from the Ordained Jamethe is indeed for the Preacher alone, it must be that you wait upon the hospitality of the war-shrine. You will not find our fare nor vaults lacking, for all Turyth is not Great Olimpan.

If you are so determined, you will find Preacher Gare within the prayer-spire beyond the bare hills and thin-tree hollows. The sand-winds blow not; the half-desert peasants will guide you true, for they have a great and rightful respect for our Brethren.

This also is true, Brother. The prayer-spire was Hallowed long ago in the time of the Prophet; His words are yet charred into its height and the vault-ruins around, praise be to His name! For all its white forgen is ever strong, the prayer-spire leans toward the Great Desolation and charred red glass-deserts. Yet in leaning, the highest vault looks toward the Cathedral City when the Prophet's realm is seen at night, amidst stars and least-realms. For this aspect is the prayer-spire favored by Preacher Gare; from the fall of the Unhallowed came the Faith that protects and guides.

No, I will ask no further of your duty, but to request you tarry upon your return to give news of the Cathedral and works of the Order. The Prophet's will strengthen your hands, Brother!

[ Posted by Reason on July 16, 2006 | Permanent Link ]