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old.Tyraette
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My Brethren Friends
It is time for another sermon. Today the Almighty has instructed me to teach you about the perils of not having Faith. It is a most painful lesson that I had to endure, and I hope to help you avoid falling into the trap I once did.
Faith is the lifeblood that keeps us fighting when all seems lost. Faith is that belief in YOURSELVES, my brothers and sisters. Those who believe in His great work, shall be better prepared to usher in His era.
For those of you who doubt His word, perhaps the story of my own struggle against the evils that plague our fair land will inspire you to greater deeds. For you see, I was once like you. My faith was weak, my friends. I was a mere Scout, my children, and I grew up with many a high hope for myself. A fulfilling career. A husband, Autius Glitterblade. Life was good for me.
Then Evil found me.
The great Demon, Mythic, came before me whilst I was out shooting some Dunters, and I fell to my knees in Terror. The demon told me that he HATED my kind with every ounce of his black heart. He said that he had sworn to nerf me and my fellow scouts to the ends of the realm.
He then cast his evil upon me, and I fell to the ground, cursed. My children, I could FEEL my strength slowly sapping away, and found that my ability to hide had all but gone, leaving me unable to conceal myself from the lowest insignificant peasant. I was tainted with EVIL, my friends, and it almost consumed me. I cried out for the Lord Almighty to help me, but I received no answer. Suddenly, I convulsed, and my breathing stopped for a split second. My horror grew, as I realised that the demon had further reduced my ability to remain undetected by giving me the sporadic chest convulsions of the disease known as Ick-Ups.
My anger had never been greater, my brethren, and my Faith all but deserted me. The thought of my cry for help to the Lord going unheeded only seemed to strengthen my feelings of hate. I chose to go on a pilgrimage, to the highest point of the Pennines, to contemplate my curse.
It was a long trek, my brothers and sisters, and full of hardship. The higher I rose, the less air there was; until finally, a mere 50m from the summit, I collapsed. Resigned to my fate, with my last breath I screamed out all my anger at the Lord. ‘WHY? Why have you forsaken me?’
I lay there for several moments, hovering between Life and Death, when a deep voice spoke in my mind. ‘My Child! My beautiful Child! I have not forsaken you. You are the One chosen to spread My word.’
Slowly, a trickle of air poured into my lungs, and I felt much better, healed in some way. I sat for a few moments, when I noticed that I could breathe normally again! My Ick-ups had disappeared!! A miracle had been wrought, and my Faith grew and grew.
Consumed with wonder, I began to speak with the Almighty.
We spoke of many things that day, about how the corrupted Heathens of Midgard had been in power for too long. He said that a stranger would arise, and Lead us to a total victory. The Word was Spoken, and the Word was …Nilo. It was then that my destiny manifested itself.
In that moment, I shed my bow forever, for I was not yet strong enough to face my own demons. I took a new name, Jehovah, and swore an Oath to become a Servant of the Almighty. He said that the warrior Nilo would lead the armies of Albion to victory, but Jehovah’s faith would lift the Realm and reinvigourate us with new hope.
As I prepared to return back down the mountain, a thought struck me. ‘Lord, why did you put me through such pain and suffering?’
The Almighty chuckled. ‘My dear Child, can you not see? How can one appreciate Caviar, if one has not first dined on a month of Gruel?’
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My Brethren, now you have learnt the same lessons I once learned. When the odds are stacked against you, do not lose your faith as I once did. I doubted the Almighty, and I almost lost myself.
As an additional message to all Scouts in the Realm, fear not my friends! For we shall one day rise again, to take our places in Realm History. The Demons shalt be banished back to the Gimp-Hells from which they came, and our bows shall one day be feared again.
Until next weeks sermon, on the Holy Sunday, contemplate my words, and FEEL the Almighty’s power FLOW through you in all His glory.
Peace and Love my Brethen. So says the Womblenomicron, and so it shall be.
It is time for another sermon. Today the Almighty has instructed me to teach you about the perils of not having Faith. It is a most painful lesson that I had to endure, and I hope to help you avoid falling into the trap I once did.
Faith is the lifeblood that keeps us fighting when all seems lost. Faith is that belief in YOURSELVES, my brothers and sisters. Those who believe in His great work, shall be better prepared to usher in His era.
For those of you who doubt His word, perhaps the story of my own struggle against the evils that plague our fair land will inspire you to greater deeds. For you see, I was once like you. My faith was weak, my friends. I was a mere Scout, my children, and I grew up with many a high hope for myself. A fulfilling career. A husband, Autius Glitterblade. Life was good for me.
Then Evil found me.
The great Demon, Mythic, came before me whilst I was out shooting some Dunters, and I fell to my knees in Terror. The demon told me that he HATED my kind with every ounce of his black heart. He said that he had sworn to nerf me and my fellow scouts to the ends of the realm.
He then cast his evil upon me, and I fell to the ground, cursed. My children, I could FEEL my strength slowly sapping away, and found that my ability to hide had all but gone, leaving me unable to conceal myself from the lowest insignificant peasant. I was tainted with EVIL, my friends, and it almost consumed me. I cried out for the Lord Almighty to help me, but I received no answer. Suddenly, I convulsed, and my breathing stopped for a split second. My horror grew, as I realised that the demon had further reduced my ability to remain undetected by giving me the sporadic chest convulsions of the disease known as Ick-Ups.
My anger had never been greater, my brethren, and my Faith all but deserted me. The thought of my cry for help to the Lord going unheeded only seemed to strengthen my feelings of hate. I chose to go on a pilgrimage, to the highest point of the Pennines, to contemplate my curse.
It was a long trek, my brothers and sisters, and full of hardship. The higher I rose, the less air there was; until finally, a mere 50m from the summit, I collapsed. Resigned to my fate, with my last breath I screamed out all my anger at the Lord. ‘WHY? Why have you forsaken me?’
I lay there for several moments, hovering between Life and Death, when a deep voice spoke in my mind. ‘My Child! My beautiful Child! I have not forsaken you. You are the One chosen to spread My word.’
Slowly, a trickle of air poured into my lungs, and I felt much better, healed in some way. I sat for a few moments, when I noticed that I could breathe normally again! My Ick-ups had disappeared!! A miracle had been wrought, and my Faith grew and grew.
Consumed with wonder, I began to speak with the Almighty.
We spoke of many things that day, about how the corrupted Heathens of Midgard had been in power for too long. He said that a stranger would arise, and Lead us to a total victory. The Word was Spoken, and the Word was …Nilo. It was then that my destiny manifested itself.
In that moment, I shed my bow forever, for I was not yet strong enough to face my own demons. I took a new name, Jehovah, and swore an Oath to become a Servant of the Almighty. He said that the warrior Nilo would lead the armies of Albion to victory, but Jehovah’s faith would lift the Realm and reinvigourate us with new hope.
As I prepared to return back down the mountain, a thought struck me. ‘Lord, why did you put me through such pain and suffering?’
The Almighty chuckled. ‘My dear Child, can you not see? How can one appreciate Caviar, if one has not first dined on a month of Gruel?’
____________________________________________________
My Brethren, now you have learnt the same lessons I once learned. When the odds are stacked against you, do not lose your faith as I once did. I doubted the Almighty, and I almost lost myself.
As an additional message to all Scouts in the Realm, fear not my friends! For we shall one day rise again, to take our places in Realm History. The Demons shalt be banished back to the Gimp-Hells from which they came, and our bows shall one day be feared again.
Until next weeks sermon, on the Holy Sunday, contemplate my words, and FEEL the Almighty’s power FLOW through you in all His glory.
Peace and Love my Brethen. So says the Womblenomicron, and so it shall be.
