Next on starting areas, though I consider this a rough draft.
The Holy Revolutionary Republic of Luxen
“One stands before us in Durance. Speak thy name and testament.”
Every day the threat grows greater. The Afflictions ravage the land with a cost that continues to mount in the villages consumed, the people infected and slaughtered by slaver demons. And we hold the other realms of Catenys accountable not simply for a failure to act to stop this madness, but all too often a complicity in their dabbling with the Abyss, of being so foolish and arrogant as to think they could use the tools of demons against them and somehow escape unscathed.
The People of Luxen know better. We saw it first hand in our good King Alairre, Shepherd keep him. Blinded by his pride and notions of tolerance, he was betrayed by those closest to him, and if not for the Church rising up to cast down the usurpers, all of Luxen would have been lost. It became clear that the sin of pride would lead us all into destruction, and the Abyss and all its works must be confronted with force and burned out root and branch.
And so it was insufficient for us to stop here. We cannot rest until every tyrant that consorts with the Abyss has been overthrown, and their lands liberated. This starts with the Umbral Emperor, and if one ever needed proof of our war’s necessity, they only need look at the great Affliction that rose and stopped our righteous advance upon Umbral lands. Once that is consigned to flame, we shall do what is necessary.
“Extremism in defense of the Revolution is no vice.”
From the highest Blessed to the lowest Sinner, all in Luxen know our cause and how the survival of our Republic, our continent, even all of Nitera rests upon it. Still, knowing the dangers of the sin of pride, self-honesty might force us to confess there has been excesses. To keep the white cities safe, it is true that the Inquisition can be overzealous. Some of the most soft-heartened might wonder, quietly and in secret, if the Sinners are treated too harshly.
Those sorts have seldom wandered into the cumberwards of Salvation, nor have they seen the risks of loosening the leash that has bitten us time and again, from the very start of the founding of Luxen until now. When we liberated these lands from the Chimera Empire we did so to avenge the loss of the Daeva and drive the imps into the sea, but also to guarantee that we could never again fall under the chains of a great tyrant or his minions. King Alairre lost sight of that, and it killed him.
But the Church of the Shepherd has never forgotten.
“No crowns or tyrants here.”
Luxen stands alone, surrounded by enemies. The Blood Kingdoms of Ariwn to the East have never been our friends, nor can we tolerate the murderous predation of vampires or lycans here. The Umbral Empire has vowed to crush the Revolution and would seek to install the betrayer queen upon King Alairre’s throne, and force us all to kneel. The imps in the sea would murder every last one of us, and drag their old lands back into the Abyss.
Within, there are those who would destroy the Revolution. The savages of the Revanche who leave carnage and destruction in their wake, and are forever hunted by the Inquisition. The traitors who once had rank and title and humbly accepted the Church’s grace, but treacherously seek to regain what was lost. The proud and weak of soul who hear the whispers of the Abyss and consort with the darkest forces, and the malcontents proud enough to say their lot is insufficient, and would do anything to change it.
We are unafraid. We shall meet these challenges and overcome them.
Or else all the world is lost.