"Welcome, intendant. The Silver Circle's archive's lay open to you. I trust you wouldn't be here if the Abbess's faith in your intentions was misplaced. The story that we're here to unearth is a sacred one, I don't need to remind you. This work that we're about, translating the Remembrance we've inherited for later generations - seeking the final resting place of the Advent Champion himself -
Our brethren aboard the Advent Ascendant, Pilgrim, and Witness to History are counting on us here, to bring together all the fruits of their research. Apologies that I have no copies of the current works on-hand to lend you, but you might do well to try the gift shop. Pilgrim bindings of the first-of-six planned volumes are available at reasonable cost, and digitals are all the rage with tourists." ~Archivist 219
Wars and Rumors of Wars
it's not easy being green. at least, it isn't when your skin matches the color of the mountain Orcs who plague your tiny village on the outskirts of the Empire.
it's not easy being green. at least, it isn't, when your Clan has lost its way and picked a Warchief who is barely of the breed.
for what it's worth, it's not a whole lot easier to be the spy assigned to monitor an Orc clan for your baron.
Larger games are already in progress. Angels, gods both real and false, imperial trade cartels, a foreign Fae-elf spy, and other mortal leaders all have stakes in whose pawns these Orcs turn out to be.
Dwell Among You
Who are your people, and who merely dwells among you?
Blackmount's war against Imperial aggression has its costs, and none are as pronounced as the tide of refugees that war creates. with sojourners appearing on the border in greater numbers every day, there almost isn't time to think about reprisals from the sky, let alone the prophesied catastrophe the mer call the Red Tide.
tides of Pinkskins from the Empire and of Greenskins from the stars would be enough to keep any respectable Warchief busy.
Lucky for Blackmount, their Warchief is anything but respectable.
In the Image and Likeness
six hundred years ago, a watershed victory propelled the orcs into an interplanetary conquest that may never be constrained. a world called Azen, where a few unlikely heroes almost transcended the odds and ground orc conquest to a halt. almost.
this is the story of the Advent Champion's first mortal incarnation, and the pact that brought the angel and the order to accords. hope for Azen might just mean a hope for every other world.
Remembrance's new bearer begs the question - what if the window to intervene wasn't completely closed? when your history book is a living thing that isn't slave to time, history is best thought of as a living document after all.
it's not as clear as the first glance might make it feel like, what is real, and what is just part of a story?
Purpose Under Heaven
the war for Azen moves into its final chapters, and so far, attempts at stopping the inevitable have only made things worse. the paladins coordinate a long defensive action while one long-shot member of the Blackmount expedition goes in search of answers to Azen's most fundamental question -
Who is the Prophet of Dust, and can her life be saved?
strap in for a life-and-death contest between the angels, where the fate of dozens of worlds hangs precariously by the unraveled threads of history.
trouble comes in many forms.
sometimes it's the favor of a god you never asked for. other times it's living in a mountain full of Orcs who think you may be one yourself. it may come in the form of an invading force from far across the sea, or it might be a civil war off in the far-flung realm of Fae that finds its way to spill into the mortal world.
the thing that unifies them all is, they're all trouble.
and the thing with trouble is, when it rains, it pours.
good thing that nobody does trouble like the Orcs.
Sufficient Unto The Day
a plot to take revenge against the heavens.
a daring plan to safeguard mortal-kind against the whims of things much larger.
an answer to the question that the Orcs were made to solve.
and a sacrifice that may ask more than Blackmount's Orcs can bear.
in this final chapter of the Advent Champion's saga, one thing's clear;
there are costs to slaying gods.