((OOC: Apologize for not making my own planned event. I had relatives.  Hope this did not delay anyone too long and hope to reschedule this soon.))

What: Gather timbers so that they may be used to build a sea going force.
Where: Report to the Chapel steps orderly and promptly.
Who: All Covians, Citezen and Guardsman alike.

Bring: Thy Manners, thy arms, thy back, and thy axe.  Some hatchet may be available.

Deo Juvante

His will be done.

I shalt make it so.

Deo juvente.

His vision faded quickly as he and the lectern he clutched toppled over. From some place in the darkness a dark malice filled laugh issued. He lay there on the cold floor of the church starring up at a mural of the birth of Avatar.

"Forgive me Father for I hath sinned! As I doth lie here about to die I realize I am indeed deathly afraid of yonder abyss. I beseech ye Almighty hear my prayers and know I am truly sorry for my sins!"

And so Vandrik  died, in a pool of his own blood. It was not a hero's death, and he had been little more than a Squire but he had served Higher Being. Most important of all he died with an act of contrition on his lips, he died with a smile as the gates of paradise opened before him. He was home.

[*Thou art to take up thy quil and pen a Holy Scripture based on your knowledge and research of the Avatarian faith.*Thou art to avoid where possible to copy any known scriptures.*Thou may work alone or with another.*Send thy finished works to myself.*Anyone Commoner or above may complete this task.*This task may be completed as many times as one wants.*Works deemed appropriate with current lore and deemed non heretic shalt be entered into the library, thou shalt be noted as its author.*Shillings shalt be awarded based on the length of thy work.]

Chyldren of Cove. I come to ye seeking thy aide. I am but a humble servant of Avatar; I do not have time for travel. Seek out the Holy Scriptures and bring them hither!

*Thou art to take up thy quil and pen a Holy Scripture based on your knowledge and research of the Avatarian faith.
*Thou art to avoid where possible to copy any known scriptures.
*Thou may work alone or with another.
*Send thy finished works to myself.
*Anyone Commoner or above may complete this task.
*This task may be completed as many times as one wants.
*Works deemed appropriate with current lore and deemed non heretic shalt be entered into the library, thou shalt be noted as its author.
*Shillings shalt be awarded based on the length of thy work.

Hac virtute regno pax partur. Aumen.

Note: You may take scripture from popular religion and re-word it Avatarian style. Avatarianism is loosley based on Judeao-Christian beliefs. Remeber this project is creative and RP.
**THIS IS NOT AN OUTLET FOR YOUR PERSONAL BELIEFS!**

[*Thou art to take and copy a holy scripture of thy choice from the library and spread them at moongates, dungeons, and any other suitable places.*Thou art to distribute a copy to two (2) persons of questionable faith.*Thou art to make at least ten (10) copy.*This task may be completed twice per person.*Post a full report including sketches on thy Main Notice Board (IC Board)*Post a link to your report below.*This task may be completed by anyone.]

Many a Templar, Priest, and Cleric hath spread the faith through the ages. Now Higher Being calls upon ye, Guardsmen of Cove. Thy travels and daily adventures take ye far afield; Therefore ye are to print and take with ye copies of His Holy books and scriptures. Through this may they hear the voice of Higher Being, even in places where His servants do not make Churches or hold land. All land is Higher Being's!

*Thou art to take and copy a holy scripture of thy choice from the library and spread them at moongates, dungeons, and any other suitable places.
*Thou art to distribute a copy to two (2) persons of questionable faith.
*Thou art to make at least ten (10) copy.
*This task may be completed twice per person.
*Post a full report including sketches on thy Main Notice Board (IC Board)
*Post a link to your report below.
*This task may be completed by anyone.

I strongly suggest thy use these particular Scriptures:
Book of Keldor 1:3, Sister Sharon
Book of Keldor 2:17, by Sister Sharon
Book of Ages 6:19, by Friar Vandrik

Deo juvente. Aumen.

[Location:]

Come all ye faithful, or be branded a heretic!

Location: Avatarian Churh of Cove
Time: 1830 GMT Sunday the 26Th
Bring: Thy tithe and faith

[*Items should be exceptional quality**Items are to be unmarked.**Items should be made a default shade or dyed a brown hue.**If dyed you shall be required to surrender the dye tub for colour match*]

Chyld,

Thy Lord Higher Being deigns to have a Clergy. Thus it is His Will they shouldst be modestly clothed. Thou art to create six (6) robes, and six (6) pair of sandals. These items must be of the finest quality for they shalt be worn and used each day in service to Higher Being. Thou doth the work of thy Lord Chyld. Make all haste.

His light shine upon thy work, Aumen.

*Items should be exceptional quality*
*Items are to be unmarked.*
*Items should be made a default shade or dyed a brown hue.*
*If dyed you shall be required to surrender the dye tub for colour match*

[*The Friar read the notice and grinned. Pleased to see that the task had been completed.*]

*The Friar read the notice and grinned. Pleased to see that the task had been completed.*

Very well then, I shalt contact ye soon so that I may acquire these petals in the name of the Church. Know that Higher Being smiles upon ye Chyldren, Thou hath gained favour with Him this day.

His Holy Word be praised, Aumen.

[*A notice posted at all boards, doors, roadsigns, and prominent locations*]

*A notice posted at all boards, doors, roadsigns, and prominent locations*

Hear Ye! Hear Ye!

Come, All ye faithful servants and chyldren of Higher Being. Avatar's Holy Light summons ye to thy duty! For should ye wish to overcome the evil which now grips thy town thou must rally to one banner. One banner united by faith and dedication, and backed by the Holy Will of Higher Being! That is the banner of The Avatar!

Cove stands besieged on all borders by every manner of evil. Servants of guardian lie in legion at thy very door steps murdering thy loved ones and torturing thy chyldren! Any man who art learned enough should take up the cloth as a member of the clergy or his sword in righteous crusade against the evil servants of guardian! Any who art not baptised are encouraged to save their souls whilst there is still time! If thou die on the marrow, do you know whom shall have thy soul? Though the wages of sin, is death; There is eternal life in Lord Avatar! Remember that chyldren. Thy very souls hang in the balance! Thou art called! Whilst thy answer? Have ye the courage, or shalt thy allow thy loved ones to perish and their souls to be consumed by guardian ever to be tormented for all eternity!?  It is time chyldren, the lines are drawn! Thou art with Higher Being, or thou art His enemy and shalt Perish!

[*Friar Vandrik cradles his arm whilst he eyes the report then crumples it and tosses it across the room.*]

*Friar Vandrik cradles his arm whilst he eyes the report then crumples it and tosses it across the room.*

"This clan Keres must be rooted out and destroyed. Amongst the Chaos and Dispair, only one thing is certain. No one is safe from the noose! His Will Be Done. Aumen."

*Vandrik then storms off to tend his wounds.*

[*Nailed prominently over all other notices*]

*Nailed prominently over all other notices*

Salve Chyldren.

Thy Lord's Servants, we of the Avatarian Church, require thy aide.

Thy task is to acquire twenty (20) antitoxin petals. That is, to clarify, petals which shall remove and guard against the affects of poison.

A sum of two-thousand and five-hunded (2,500) coins shalt await completion of thy work and not a ha'pence more. Shillings shalt also be awarded by the proper authority.

In His Most Holy Name, Aumen.


Guidelines:
1. This is for Orange Petals.
2. Shillings shall be awarded based on the creativity of your report.
3. Leave your ICQ number so that Contact can be made.

[*Friar Vandrik, after penning his letter to The Grand Master in Britain; imploring aid, picked up a recent report.*]

*Friar Vandrik, after penning his letter to The Grand Master in Britain; imploring aid, picked up a recent report.*

"What word doth these Mercenary gather? Hrmm let see here. They doth report of 'monks'. No word hath reached me of any missionary work to be done here. Certainly some notice would have come before them. . ."

*He read over the reports, mostly notes and wild ramblings of the injured. A few hospital records; those proved most useful. He read the details of the injuries and whom they concerned.*

"So this female Keres and the elfling hath both been in the hands of these  'monks'. Yet they survive where others do not. Tis certain guardian worshipers hath done harm to them.  I dare wonder what price they paid for their miserable and worthless lives. Their very souls I do not doubt. What deeds mights they commit in the name of the abomination? Higher Being's Lights, they must be questioned, and if need be. . .  Destroyed."

*The Friar soon stood and hefting his crossbow over his shoulder set off into the wood in search of this alter that his reports spoke of. It was not long before he came upon a ruins, dark and grimy. They would appear unused for all but the aware observer. That grime was char, and that mould was old blood. The smell. . . the smell was death, not some animal den and no dwelling of living man. The crusades had tough him the smell of death, and they had removed all fear of mortal men. Only Higher Being could permanently harm him now, not even a liche could have his soul, for it was Higher Being's. Aumen. He lifted his crossbow and slowly crept up to a corner of the ruins. The smell was stronger now. His heart quickened slightly as he took a calming breath. A whispered prayer and around the corner he swung, his weapon leading.

Nothing. No one, and no thing was there. The signs were obvious. The alter was blood smeared and charred of fire. Scraps of torn clothes lay in the corners, the corpses of dead animals, victims of some fell ritual no doubt, also littered the ground. The place had an eerie presence, one which chilled him to his bones and he dared not go any closer to the alter.*

"Per Deus lux lucis , vestri fatum est nox noctis."

*He prayed the Grand Master would send help soon. He and these mercenary would not be equipped enough to handle this foe.*

Friar Vandrik Inspects the Altar.

[*Friar Vandrik approached the strange fortress now on the site of the preceptory he had left so many months ago. The blueish stones reminded him strongly of the church at Stonekeep. He ran a mailed hand along one wall until he had reached the portcullis, on a hunch he took out his old key and put it to the lock. He was soon rewarded with the click of tumblers falling into place. He gave a weary grin; he would sleep on a real bed this night, thank Higher Being he had survived to do so. He moved about the place warily thrusting his torch into the rooms before him. It seemed empty, nearly deserted; yet the smell was not of old stones and mold. Had the Templi abandoned their post, Higher Being forbid such sin! After some wandering, upon intelect alone he discovered the small nearly minuscule prayer room. He dropped upon his knees in this place and gave his thanks to Higher Being. He had survived, he had done Higher Beings Will, his purposes where fullfilled. His prayers would last late into the sanguine night until he would stir a message in his ears. The message of Higher Being; If the Templi were gone, Cove would need his guidance until help might arrive. He must see that the Church still stood and seek out the Clergy.He stood quickly and slamming the portcullis behind him; trudged quickly off to Cove with sword in hand. He marched past the buildings of Cove, familiar yet foreign. He soon reached the Church. His sigh of relief was quite audible as he looked upon the stone edifice, unmarred and standing after his long absence. He went to the door and pushed his way inside. The candles where unlit and nothing stirred within. It was as he had feared, the Templi had fled or where quite dead and their Clergy with them. This Church had not been tended in some time, no hymnals sung, no sermons read. . . Higher Being would not be pleased. He stepped within and started as he stepped in mud, the sound and texture surprising him greatly. He looks to the floor, illuminated only by moonlight and saw that it where tracks; tracks leading up to a decrepit message board. He struck tender to a nearby candle and read the message. His eyes narrowing and the grip on his sword tightening. He would have to speak with this Mercenaries leader. Mercenaries? How far had Cove fallen into sin and heathenism? What blasphemes and dark rituals where now practiced in their fields and behind their doors. How many children had gone unbaptised? A talk he would have indeed with whom ever lead this ragtag band of brutes, these mercenaries calling themself "The Company." *]

*Friar Vandrik approached the strange fortress now on the site of the preceptory he had left so many months ago. The blueish stones reminded him strongly of the church at Stonekeep. He ran a mailed hand along one wall until he had reached the portcullis, on a hunch he took out his old key and put it to the lock. He was soon rewarded with the click of tumblers falling into place. He gave a weary grin; he would sleep on a real bed this night, thank Higher Being he had survived to do so. He moved about the place warily thrusting his torch into the rooms before him. It seemed empty, nearly deserted; yet the smell was not of old stones and mold. Had the Templi abandoned their post, Higher Being forbid such sin! After some wandering, upon intelect alone he discovered the small nearly minuscule prayer room. He dropped upon his knees in this place and gave his thanks to Higher Being. He had survived, he had done Higher Beings Will, his purposes where fullfilled. His prayers would last late into the sanguine night until he would stir a message in his ears. The message of Higher Being; If the Templi were gone, Cove would need his guidance until help might arrive. He must see that the Church still stood and seek out the Clergy.

He stood quickly and slamming the portcullis behind him; trudged quickly off to Cove with sword in hand. He marched past the buildings of Cove, familiar yet foreign. He soon reached the Church. His sigh of relief was quite audible as he looked upon the stone edifice, unmarred and standing after his long absence. He went to the door and pushed his way inside. The candles where unlit and nothing stirred within. It was as he had feared, the Templi had fled or where quite dead and their Clergy with them. This Church had not been tended in some time, no hymnals sung, no sermons read. . .  Higher Being would not be pleased. He stepped within and started as he stepped in mud, the sound and texture surprising him greatly. He looks to the floor, illuminated only by moonlight and saw that it where tracks; tracks leading up to a decrepit message board. He struck tender to a nearby candle and read the message. His eyes narrowing and the grip on his sword tightening. He would have to speak with this Mercenaries leader. Mercenaries? How far had Cove fallen into sin and heathenism? What blasphemes and dark rituals where now practiced in their fields and behind their doors. How many children had gone unbaptised? A talk he would have indeed with whom ever lead this ragtag band of brutes, these mercenaries calling themself "The Company." *

This eve the following faithful hath attempted to cleanse Covetous:

Guardsman Nicholi Ravnthorn
Guardsman Takeamada

Promptly on the hour I didst  ring the barracks bell. The turn out was less than spectacular with only Guardsman Ravnthorn making a prudent show. He soon trotted to the bank. No doubt to recover some important equipment. Whist he was away Guardsman Takeamada arrived. They both quickly mustered and off we trotted to the gapping maw of Covetous.  Upon arrival I ordered the men to bear torches. Ravnthorn carries no light source, either he has some wytch craft about him or he sucks back the black brew. Both shall eventually kill him. Guardsman Takeamada being a marksman of course carried no other weapon and was unable to bear a torch. I passed my torch on to Ravnthorn amidst his general complaint about not having a shield. I would later suffer the thinly consealed insults of Guardsman Takeamada as he compared myself with Guardsman Ravnthorn and the fact that I bore my shield before me. No matter.

We quickly laid waste to the harpy nest within plucking them for feathers and scooping up handfulls of coins as we went.  Turning the bend we came upon those vile, floating, bulbous, foul, wretched, wytchery-spitting, multi-eyed heads! With faith and steel we vanquished them and quickly pushed our way through their nest. The next denizen of this dungeon are those animated vines that whip their vines about at passersby. They posed little threat and we continued on into the mountain pass. 

Once outside we discovered some restless soul which spoke in a means coherent. It was apparent this spirit shall need exorcism. With nothing to be done for this lost soul we continued through the pass and into the further reaches of the cave. Within we came upon more of the same as we did inside the other cave.

The monotiny of the task soon lulled our senses and it was that we were taken by surprise by some giant spider possessed of the ability to launch wytchcraft at us. Accompanying this threat where mighty water elementals mockery of hyrdros! These beasts came upon us in a furry but valiantly we fought.  Fight as we might we found ourselves being thrown against walls and knocked to the floor nearly out of our senses. It was obvious that I was vain and prideful in thinking I might succeed with so few men behind me. Higher Being as punished for my transgressions and thus we return to Cove inglorious and defeated.

On a lighter note, we collected 9,381 gold coins.
Guardsman Takeamada donated 1,000 coins to the coffers.
4 thousand coins to the army coffers and 4 thousand for The Church.

We shall do better next time, and bring glory to Higher Being!

In Avatar's name!

Aumen.