Realm of Manram - Albrius Tempis – Ghal Fuqal
Through the distance of seventy thousand Ghali’s, (measurement standard, one Ghali is 0.5 meters.) through both heaven and earth, thunder and rain, even the fiery rage of your ancestors. Apparently something was wrong and there was only one who was more certain of this than the Gu’Shedal himself. Dos. A legend amongst the legends, the name Dos, is no individual, but more an avatar of knowledge manifest. Dos has existed through this for hundreds of years, he is more a symbol than an identity. But rather than a figure of peace and prosperity he is more a manifestation of anger, in such senses. Corrupted by the vice of man, he, Dos, avatar of knowledge, does more battle than the common preacher would.
The march from Divini Templui, the stronghold monastery of the Order of Truth, to Ghal Fugal had been long and tedious, had taken a week at least, and Dos, together with his brothers in arms, had stopped by cities only to help the occasional peasant. However, Dos was no entity of emotion, he was known as the Judge of Sulfai for reasons obvious to the beholder. Dos had a very long legacy of execution in his area of operations, and his coming task would no doubt prove him satisfactory.
After all, there was no such thing that Dos disliked more than the common heretical filth, dirtying truth by their filthy standards. At his back, almost the entirety of his Order, the seekers of truth, and 10 of his most trusted Champions of Truth. The march of armored giants seemed almost too surreal to witness, and it would be, 7’ monstrosities clad in the anatomy of man would truly be a sight to behold, but not only that, but they wear the cloth of giants, iron and the occasional steel, these men were, simply by looking at them, not of low standard. Each and every one of them dragged with them a large shield following the standard tower format, each customized following their given Champions own insignia.
‘’For he carries the will of Old!’’
The sudden burst coming from the titans marching at the head of a legend was unexpected, however in unison, no disorder, no unwanted words, only that which was necessary. Unknown to those whom haven’t read the Asparagus Codex, this was, indeed, a holy line from the most final pages of the Testament of Sulfai, forger of the Order of Truth.
‘’On the shoulders of Titans...!’’
The banners of their Ordos were now being pointed towards the heavens, and the rain was slowly picking up in its strength. The downpour was truly astounding. The occasional thunder crackling in the distant horizon just above the ocean, the ocean which they sought after. Dos remained silent, towering over the titans, his presence was not only physically greater than his peers, but also his mental presence was miles above the rest. His silence was groundbreaking, and his silent march with shield and hammer in hand would be nerve breaking to the opposition it they would see this sight.
‘’So that He may rest!’’
Their united march, unison in even the slightest detail of their stepping rhythm. Suddenly, as the distant hills weren’t distant any longer, the water would come into sight, and further down their current path lied a city, one which held a massive harbor, but a not so massive urban area. In its harbors lied an armada of ships, all manned to the brim by workers and engineers. But also loaders and merchants. For these were no normal battleships of the Manram’s Holy Oceanic Triad, no, it was a normal trade fleet, loaded to the brim with goods from all around the world. Whilst Ghal Fugal was no large urban city, it was, however, a trade center for the region.
Suddenly Dos chained his hammer to his waist, as well as his Fuqdil Suprima. Seemingly from behind his shield he brought forth a book, ancient in texture, rounded and reinforced by steel and iron. This was the Steel Biblicon. Suddenly Dos’ voice flourished above all others, roaring without roaring, echoing the valleys.
‘’He whom holdeth the Trident, the Book, The Shield, and finally, the Eye, shall see abolition left and right!’’
Suddenly the marching came into a more united pace, each step shaking the earth under all of their heavy soles, the banner bearers pointed united to the heavens and all together roared. ‘’Ave loq’pol, Ave!’’ The fire of their torches in the darkness of the rainy night seemed not to die, therefore their wills were also unchanged, flame. Flame was the center piece of Order of Truth belief and ceremonial practice. The Everburn standing central in their will as an order of Manram, the holy land.
‘’But, let not yourself believe unjust! There willeth also be thee whom seek darkness, and if he caught glance of thine Hammer, thine armour, and thine shield, then knoweth that all hope willeth be lost to time!’’
Soon the border of the city was within their grasps, and their wait would begin. For soon it was time for the reclamation. ‘’Ave, Dos, Ave!’’
Realm of Manram, Capital District
''Whilst that is all good and fine, I am still very hesitant of this, mi'lord...'' Imperia stood at the entrance of the personal chamber of his royal lord of Manram, the Gu'Shedal. Whatever business he had in there was of no importance, fore at the mention of Imperia's voice had brought out the Lion from his den. ''Imperia, you are simply such a bother at times...'' Mundir reached for his personal mantle from the hands of Imperia, and at the first sight of the act, Imperia quickly knelt down and reached out her hands for Mundir so that he could grab it with greater ease. ''Now, I am well aware that you have fought well and hard in order to gain this position, and I have no intention of throwing the title of First Lady from your hands-'' As Mundir seemed to finish, Imperia unknowingly cut him off. ''Then, mi'lord, why will you allow-?!''
''It's not a matter of allowing! It's a matter of convenience. Within short time I will enact the Galiac, [A military reformation act] and every order will be forced to accept.'' The Lord and his personal guardian, the first lady, walked through the halls of the Gu'Shedal's personal palace. ''If that was all, mi'lord, then I would have nothing against it, but why do you plan to place HER in a commandeering position within the reformed Order?!'' Imperia, unlike her usual self, came to envoke serious emotional gestures upon her face. ''Calmness, Imperia, whilst the Orders have served the Manram realm well until now, the time of legends have finally come upon us. As stated in the Breiux Testament, when all golden and platinum artefacts are gathered upon the molten pedastal of Gaius, the time for the Impiux Reform is nigh.''
''Mi'lord, if anyone, I should be aware of that statement, but I still see no connection between the fifth line of the Breiux Testament, and HER reinstalment into the reformation!'' Imperia and Mundir came upon a turn, this turn lead out into the central courtyard of the Palace, a place of fine and beautiful park, all within the confines of the marble walls of the palace. Redsurc trees and their wonderous red leaves bloomed wildly, and the hopping fish of the ponds did their best jumping from pond to pond, not ever missing their target. ''Just like the beauty of the world, there are places for certain things, and there are places where certain things are prohibited, whilst the current world may dispies Almeria, the new world will not, for new beginnings always start of with trial, the initial months of the reformation will be the worst of our nation, but what comes after will carry with it golden rain.''
''Imperia, you don't need to know why, but rather, you need to realize that it is because I will it so.''
''Yes, mi'lord...''
'Now, shall we continue our walk? I would quite enjoy some sustenance as of right now. After that maybe we can also have a spar, how does that sound to you?'' The serious attitude of Mundir was slowly fading, he had his swings, and whilst he was naturally cold and calculating, he had learned to hide it under a mask of friendliness and kindness. Mundir quickly smiled and turned to Imperia, hopefully awaiting a simple 'yes'. ''Yes, Mi'lord, that sounds joyful.'' Imperia almost forcefully crafted herself a smile on her lips, but it was obvious to it's forced nature.
''Let's.''