AMIA ARCHIVE • View topic - [Prominant places around Amia] New Church of Bane

*Placed in prominant places around the island of Amia such as Tarkuul, The Underport, The Sanctuary of Sin and Wiltun, to name a few places, is a series of handwritten notices bearing the Black Fist of Bane*

Attention All Banites and Non Banites.

As of this day there is a New Church of Bane, we whom have deemed the current Church both weak and poorly lead have decided to break away and form a new church based out of a secret location.

The current church is poorly lead and full of people whom are unworthy to deem themselves Banites.

If you, followers of Bane, wish to learn more of the new church seek me out and we shall discuss your suitability to join. The new church is about QUALITY and not QUANTITY.

We in the New Church of Bane look forward to hearing from you followers, let us go forth once more and spread His will.

In His Name.

High Imperceptor Arturus Etuul.

*the notices in Wiltun find themselves painted over... One, in particular, is rather elaborate: A picture of a pair of tu-tu clad cows, pirouetting, whilst a nearby circle of cheese plays the fiddle. Someone has WAY too much time on their hands*

*those on the Imperceptor's route get a sigh and are covered with a simple reminder....*

Joining with heretics simply makes one a heretic themselves.
-The Imperceptor of Bane in Amia
Katsumi Aizawa

*Many different graffiti appear on multiple posters*

Old leaders, old styles, all clique.

Why bother?

Get a room with your friends and never come out.
No one will know the difference.

Arturus and Frey are up in the tree!
Casting spells and out comes three!

Wonder how the Church of Velsharoon likes having all its people thrown out of Tarkuul, and the Banites now really taking over.

The Church of Bane is for ALL Banites, not just YOUR friends

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As a copy is brought to Sharina from an Inquisitor she reads over it thoughtfully. "As vile as the banites have become with their practice of dark necromancy, it is clear that the old church will need to set an example with such individuals and excommunicate them and hunt them down. Let us hope the new impercetor does not understand this and will weaken the whole banite faith with tolerating this."

The kelemvorite Grand Master places the notice on the desk, looking over the construction site of her temple. With her usually commanding demeanor she orders Mourngrym to step up. "Double the guard shifts around the construction site non the less, this may just be bait for us to think they will be busy with their own affairs for now. I will need to meet with the old church. Perhaps they will stop with their practice of dark necromancy and we can stop the confrontations with them, even as unlikely that is."

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Arturus reads the various postings and scribilings over his notices and chuckles. "She has the cheek to say I'm a heretic? Oh this is good comedy. Hypocrits always fail, weaklings always fail, liars always fall. Let it begin." and walks on his way, replacing the various defaced ones with a smile and a merry swagger in his step"

Dmitria closed her eyes with a mumbling sigh and spoke under her breath.

"Black Hand, grant the willing thy blessing and guide us in burning the Heretic and the weak.

*below some of the notices, varrious pieces of parchment have been left in reply*

You all are heretics. Only members of the Reformed Church of the New Order of Bane are worthy of of serving the dark hand. We are the true followers, and all other fractions shall either bow to us or burn! Embrace progress and new ways of spreading fear and tyrany.

*followed by yet another*

Blasphemy! The Orthodox Banite louge is the way to go. Don't turn on the old ways, and serve Bane as we did in the good ole days. You are either with us, or against us. Chose wisely!

*and yet one more*

Join the United Followers of the Dark Hand today! Get your pamplet from your local church of Bane. Life long membership for the neglible fee of 50 gold pieces a month. Dental plan included! Become a true Banite now. Oh, and heretics shall burn.

*and one last for good measure*

Can't decide which of the dozens of Churche of Bane is the right one for you? We can help! Simply apply for our free atitude test, it will only take about 30 minutes. Within a day you shall get a response, detailing just which congregation would be the closest to your own ideals and beliefs. Why chose randomly, if we can do it for you?

This test is offered by the Enlighted Church of Bane of the New Dawn. Despite of that, we assure you our test results are legitimate, and not tampered with to favor any particular group. Honest.

Somewhere in Kohlingen, more precisely at Tyr-Street No. 3, Patricia Nngyolyman sat at the dinner table with her son Buthbert, and they had boiled cabbage and a bit of roasted pig. "Small bites, and chew good!" she said sternly to her son, "We don't wanna upset the tummy-monster again." Not far outside, a guardsman's armor rattled as he walked.

Xaviera, shown one of the notices, just shrugs. "Maybe they'll all kill each other and the rest of us will be happier for it."

Willow reads a notice that she runs in to in Cordor and can't help but smile.

Maybe they'll burn each other in Tarkuul... Banites my ass... they make the church of Bane look like the church of Velsharoon... and that's low... even for Banites.

-amongst the caverns of the underdark, a lone Drow could be seen sharpening his many blades for the eventuality of what was to come. Chuckling to his demon companion he mutters "How much will we be called on for this one i wonder"

**From a desk in the true Temple of Bane, letters go out. Favours owed are being called in, allegiances being strengthened. Katsumi looks to the massive shadows by her side, her green eyes narrowing, sensual lips curling in bloodlust**

For too long have we weakened our Lord's name with their heathenous ways. Let them hide in Tarkuul. Let them skulk in shadows and blame murders that should be His on others. This could have been easy. This could have been neat. This could have been clean. But it seems they don't want it that way. Bane's power is dormant, we are the ones chosen to wake it and I will not REST until all of Amia knows and fears Him...and us!

**On the stressed words, her small hand hits tthe desk with such force it cracks.**

Darthion, Maal, Hort...you know what must be done. It's time it was done.

**She resumes her writing as the three chuckle malevolently, each setting out to do what it is he does best**

'Dimitri Doorn and his bestest of friends, Herbert, find one of these notes and reads it over. After a long discussion with his bestest of friends, the dead crab which he carries on his shoulder, he comes to the following conclusion'

Aha! Herbert! It appears that we can give ourselves titles now! See?! *he points at the High Imperceptor, naturally Herbert does not respond* Yes Herbert, I agree...I shall hereby declare -you- Herbert Krothenheimer the Third, -Highest- Imperceptor.

'And so, the awkward duo set out ona search for adventure, scribbling the same line beneath every one of these notes they find'

"Herbert the Highest Imperceptor was here!"

Somewhere in Zhentil Keep, a Chosen of Bane throws up his hands and declares that he is done with those disorganized failures calling themselves the Church of Bane on the distant Amian island.

"What is new about it?" is written on a poster in the Sanctuary of Sin

Marinah reads a poster..being missing for a long while

"She is my apparent Imperceptor?" *A cackle bursts out of the self proclaimed "Dread Knight of Dreadknights" "she vas a harlot who only lived of her partners name, veak foolish and vill get hers, maybe I should part from xe church a little more.. creatively than the letter I was going to send to Frey, Xey have noh idea vhat real fear is, xey have noht seen vhat I have seen, xey have noht experienced vhat I have"

The huge woman, checks over her beloved greatsword watching the green fire dance up it's blade "Reaving it is ohnly a matter ohf time my dear, you vill taste her"

*Asham, on his patrol of the city Tarkuul, burns any of the flyers he comes across*

*sera chuckles softly to herself as she passes one of the posters*

*Moshe grins maliciously when he sees who the new Banite lapdog is*
Heheh, That Girl must have a death wish! *said to no one in particular*

The Church of Bane is weak, strike now while they're in dissaray. Destroy the fools.

A. E.

**A sweet note is left from the Imperceptor to the Liar**

My goodness, Arturus, you do cut a dashing figure in Cyric's colours and with Cyric's followers.

Definitely fitting a "High Imperceptor" such as yourself.

Thank you, though, for openly showing my clergy, His clergy, where you truly stand...

The irony of you wearing the Liar's colours is not lost, on any of us.
All my love
The Imperceptor of His Will in Amia
Katsumi Aizawa

**She pins it up and walks away, chuckling**

From the shadows a notice is taken in south Cordor. Tucking it into the fold of a pouch, the male scans the area and walks back to the caverns. He could be heard saying "Such is the folly and arrogance of humanity. They openly bicker in public in notices when in reality they should strike from the shadows and be done with it." Nodding to his companion, they enter a cave and slip back into the dark.

*Kroann Bloodbeard takes his axe in hand and scratches his head as he reads the notices*

"Eh? Well I ain't bein' beaten by no scrawny lass fer me axe in battle. But that other bugger be beatin' me soundly. So I guessin' since I ain't gettin' inducted inta no Bane Church offically, I be followin' 'im. Course, I better be checkin' with Tordek and Oskar who we be followin'. Just in case I be axin' the wrong blighter."

*Kroann turns, and with a fart and a stern lip, walks off in search of his kin*

"Praise be to the Helping Hand for showing me where to concentrate my efforts. Thank you, Windfather."

//no note, simply inner dialog.

*after some time, the miscellaneous posters and details are delivered to Frey within his office in the Tower of the Damned. Standing amidst its compatriots, the Lich studies the different posters, statements collected and other information, then leans back in its throne.

"So, it was as mineself had thought. No sooner does the Church of Bane's new Imperceptor take throne, and already the whore lies with the fleeing Imperceptor and the souls sold to barter her leadership of the Banite faith. She should know to have more faith in the one that taught her, but what does she know of true faith?

What, mineself wonders, if they knew of the intimate details mineself did, and her -faith- ...what would they think of her then? Methinks they would not fear her, most certainly.. the crying, pallid, tearshorn weakling that mourned at the least mention of mineselves lack of interest in her.

Or mayhaps the eager, willing woman, who longed desperately for the touch of mine undead flesh, so much so that it would, at times, reduce her to a quivering mass of emotions, barely able to contain herself?

Not that they do fear her.. but regardless. Truly, it was such as that, mineself could no longer stand. She was her own undoing then, and they shall be now.

*it shakes it's leering skull face, the flames pouring out of the empty eyesockets (save the single pinpoints of light in each) floating around the gleeming grey bone and gold crown*

"Let them believe what they will.

Let them come.

All others have tried, and still, none have succeeded.... but tis not the same can be said for them... oh no.

Summon Fang and the Taken. Alert the Zhentarim, and our Allies in Ultrinnan."

*the eerie echo of the Lichs' laughter could be heard throughout the halls of the Tower*

**Despite the attempts, despite the hatred and jealousy, word spreads...

The Church is growing. Old blood, new blood. Her history open to any who asks.

She sits in the stone throne, a hand resting on the altar beside her. Her thoughts not on the sacrifice of Cyricists before her, training a new priestess in the ways of death in His name, but on a desert cliffside, a world and a lifetime away. At her side, the vicious, muscle-bound monk stands silent, ready, alert to any danger. At her other side a tiefling, ready and of a faith unbowed by liars and powermongers...yet still her mind rests on a better time, on the one she /still/, despite his loathing, loved. Her fingers rest on a woven collar of silvery hair; token of the drow who holds her faith, who knows her best.**

Love. Such a weakness...such a strength.
Worry not, mine love. We are coming. Unlike transitory emotions, love remains. It will kill me, ending you. Even thinking it...

Sigh.

But all is as it must be. You would have it no other way. You loved me, while it was convenient, and I suppose I cannot fault you that...You hate me...again convenient. We met as lovers, and always I was open. We will meet as enemies....my army against yours. I wonder, should we falter, should we fall...
Will ending me hurt you?
Do you care even /that/ much?
Was it ever really love, my beloved husband? All I felt, the tumult I endured...the phenomenal storm of emotion...did you feel /any/ of it?

**She issues a soft order to bring forth the one she felled herself; the single-eyed Cyricist spitting venom is given only a smile as she slinks up to the raised dais, her prayers purred as she cuts the symbol of the skull from his shoulder, listening to his angry cries with a sweet smile as she burns the skin away in Bane's holy fire. As she slices his throat, silencing his irritating words, letting his blood flow, her thoughts return to Him.**

Yes. We will meet, your troops and mine..and He will decide who truly serves. I pray you come to sense before then. I pray you all do.

Even cutting you down...even after all you've done...I, foolish woman, will love you both. I should not. I should hate you. But it is not in me. Not for you.

Kroanns romantic monologue reflex acts up and he vomits horribly over the ground.

"Urghhhh, I 'ave ta be killin' whoever be responsible fer this!"

He set's off, angry.

Aristos finally hears of all the happenings.

"Meh. I hated them all anyway. Less incompetent fools walking the Earth the better.

This isle was a waste of effort since the start. I've got better things to waste my time with."

-in the dark, surrounded by a few of his closest associates, a drow looks to them and says one thing It is time

The Eternal Order of Kelemvor; Guardians of the Martyr-Saint.
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Subject: New Church of Bane

The sacred church of lord Kelemvor has aknowleged in their peace treaty of the 21st of Flamerule that the old church of Bane has decided to turn from their path of high heresy and now have promised in writ to follow of laws of lord Kelemvor.

Hence all military actions of the elite military branch of the blessed church of the Judge of the Dead shall halt concerning the old church of Bane. The new banite church is still accused of five charges of high heresy, six charges of heresy and four charges of blasphemy.

All those who aid this new split branch will be charged with heresy themselves, as it aiding one makes you one yourself. Any member of this new church will be arrested on sight and trialed by the sacred tribunal of the Eternal Order.

In his name,
Sharina M. Fryar,
Grand Master of the Eternal Order
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Marinah slouches over.. frowning.."I was promised not to be locked away!" she hurls a chair and spllinters it on a wall. the broken bits bouncing back and hitting her not that she cares.

Phearnun wrote:

The Eternal Order of Kelemvor; Guardians of the Martyr-Saint.
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Subject: New Church of Bane

The sacred church of lord Kelemvor has aknowleged in their peace treaty of the 21st of Flamerule that the old church of Bane has decided to turn from their path of high heresy and now have promised in writ to follow of laws of lord Kelemvor.

Hence all military actions of the elite military branch of the blessed church of the Judge of the Dead shall halt concerning the old church of Bane. The new banite church is still accused of five charges of high heresy, six charges of heresy and four charges of blasphemy.

All those who aid this new split branch will be charged with heresy themselves, as it aiding one makes you one yourself. Any member of this new church will be arrested on sight and trialed by the sacred tribunal of the Eternal Order.

In his name,
Sharina M. Fryar,
Grand Master of the Eternal Order
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*Somewhere on Amia a Cleric laughs so hard he nearly soils himself*

*Kroann looks at the message left by Sharina and blinks. He begins to speak very very loudly*

"Well if that ain't proof, then I ain't known what is! Yer 'ave to be pretty stupid bugger ta think that be the true church of Bane when they be given in ta those Kelly gits! I'm bein' 'alf surprised Bane 'imself ain't comin' down 'ere ta smite the bloody stupid woman. Might as well be stuffin' a bloody kobold as leader if she doin' chite like that."

*Death looks over the notices and grins darkly leading into a chuckle*

'ell's looks like they'ah doin' th' 'orsemens work for us...fine let 'em kill each oth'ah makes our job easi'ah. We go' more importan' thin's ta tend too.

*thinks to herself having a tact and sullen expression resting on her face then pursing her lips together as if she had an epiphany it forms into a grin then she continues on her way*

[Prominant places around Amia] New Church of Bane

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