“To war! For Glory, God and Gold!!”
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Our All•Father: The World tree stands amidst the Evergreens that is His sanctuary. His masculine trunk, gnarled and contorted, embraces his beloved Goddess who forever lays in labour of Extraordinary children.
Pakpao Munashe, the passionately embraced Celestial is tenderly caressed by snaking branches and roughly massaged by groping roots, each touch as slimy and grotesque as the All•Father’s enraptured smile.
The three of us, sheltered by the All•Father’s towering presence and the treetops that blanket us in darkness; only I may witness the intense entanglement before me, as is my privilege as the Pope bestowed upon me by our Celestial parents.
This blessed ceremony that I could partake in was disrupted by my Archbishop; those ordained by our All•Father to enter. It is the designation for Archbishops to bring news to us in our Haven, as it is my own reason for being as the Holy messenger, the Pope, to bless the Children of the All•Father with his word.
It was Archbishop Tutu of the Mecha, my closest aid that personally sought my audience. Because of the nature of her Genus, my Holy edicts are spread beyond horizons and past the barriers of tongues; with this constitution, she also gathers information from the many lands and dialects that our All•Father has conquered.
She speaks of the ill-fate that fell upon our Orcs; a class of the Bless•ed well-known for their appetite and ability to satiate said cravings. This Continet, The Garden of All•Father, has cultivated from Summit to Coast, all the Natural resources that the Bless•ed need to survive and propagate.
Techniques, knowledge and Experts were raised under the careful care of our All•Father, as we left our Nests to claim these very lands we call Home. In this time of Peace, all Bless•ed sought to conquer the most precious Commodity, as our All•Father had intended for when I made and nurtured us.
Across the Remus River, that Commodity fought off our Frontier Force of Orcs lead by Baibars the Orc Champion, favoured by father as a brave and honest fellow amongst the lower Classes. It was Baibars that was slaughtered by the Livestock that have always had the Ability to Defend itself.
It appears that the Livestock (Humans) attacked our Orcs as they were on the Waters, not letting them cross or allowing them to have an honest battle. Such pathetic cunning was won my Wrath and intrigued the All-Father; for wildlife to pre-emptively attack the Zoologist appears amusing to the All-Father, so I shall withhold making the Wildlifes’ demise a Pilgrimage.
Nonetheless, we cannot allow such unfavourable development to gain momentum. The All-Father wills us to put on a stunning performance, and with those thoughts I have Tutu us “His•Air” to announce to all Citizens of our Garden: “To war! For Glory, God and Gold!!”
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