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With the twisted Cantor sent back to her endless song, the path now opens forward. Before treading, though, be wary of the words she left behind. What lies ahead cannot be stopped, its conclusion inevitable. Once the next step is taken, there is no turning back. What has been unleashed cannot be put back, only until the final blow is struck. The bearer would be wise to pause and ask themselves if they are capable of handling such a weight. Is their cause worth this sacrifice? These are questions only oneself can answer. If one's heart is not strong enough, then they may leave now and that will simply be the end of it. But for those who truly believe, those who truly want to change the world, they may accept this mantle and continue the journey. They shall take the blessing and call out to the Minister of Pestilence.

The summoning of the Minister calls for sacrifice, one of beast and blood. The hearts of livestock must be cut out and offered, so that the Minister may take notice and come forth. The bearer will know when the ritual brings success, as the reek of rot and disease shall pour from the earth. Rising from a pool of blight and bone, the Minister of Pestilence shall arrive. His writhing body and putrid odor may bring disgust, but now is no time for such childish revulsions. When the Minister is summoned, he shall immediately call out to the bearer and demand their full attention. Unlike others before him, the Minister is quite serious about the role he plays and knows that such a force is not one to be trifled with. The road ahead is one he is quite familiar with, and he has had many come begging for the strength of the Emissaries. His relic, however, is not given away so easily. While other previous Emissaries may be wooed with offerings and compliments, the Minister is very much not. The bearer will find themselves under scrutiny by this rotted entity, and will face a barrage of questions. Why have you called upon the Emissaries? What is it that you are after? Are you aware of what lies ahead, and how this all must end? Are you truly confident in your cause? Are you willing to give your life for it? This interrogation must be faced and the questions must be answered. If the Minister is unsatisfied, then they hold tight to their relic and cast the bearer out. They are not ready for the task ahead, so he turns them away for their own sake. If one passes his test, then he shall reluctantly give his relic. Before handing it off, though, he will ask one last time: Do you truly wish to unleash this? There is no turning back from here, and any stumble or pause shall mean certain death. If this is truly one's wish, take the relic and let it all begin.

Granted from the Minister of Pestilence is the Salt of Effluvia, held within a blessed container of pus and grime. Despite the slime and filth that drips from this vessel, the salt it holds always remains crystalline and pure. Do not be fooled by the appearance of this blessed mineral, as its heart is festered and foul. Take a mere pinch of this substance and cast it upon the earth, sow it upon the fields and pastures. Wherever the salt lands, it shall leech into the ground, tainting the land with disease. Any livestock who tread upon this infected soil shall immediately be struck with a horrible sickness. Their skin shall ooze, their flesh shall fester and their bones shall crumble. These poor beasts will fall to pieces, as their flesh sloughs off the bone and their organs turn to soup. Death will be swift, leaving behind a vile pool of rot. Spread this salt to the farms and lands of the enemy, and watch as their beasts are consumed by this foul disease. It is warned, though, that one should be sparing when casting this cursed substance. A simple sprinkle will suffice in blighting the land for a few days, but a handful can turn a pasture into an endless wasteland. Too much salt will poison the soil for years to come, killing both beast and plant that dares to dwell there. Saturate the land with this salt, and there will be no home left for either friend or foe.

With sickness sowed and the fields filled with rot, the vessel and its horrid salt may be returned. Once given back to its rightful owner, the bearer must prepare themselves for the next plague. There are no blessings anymore, no rituals to be performed. It has truly begun, the cataclysm is in full swing. No more will the bearer call to the Emissaries, as they shall now come on their own accord. Be ready for their inevitable arrival, for this must now be seen through to the end.

"Oh, sweet Mother, they do not fear. Your children seek you once more..."

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Here is another Emissary, as I had to post one on Halloween! As should be obvious by now, there is no way these guys are getting finished in October, so the other five will be spread out into November. Turns out ten of these fellows is quite a lot! Five down, five more to go!

Description
With the twisted Cantor sent back to her endless song, the path now opens forward. Before treading, though, be wary of the words she left behind. What lies ahead cannot be stopped, its conclusion inevitable. Once the next step is taken, there is no turning back. What has been unleashed cannot be put back, only until the final blow is struck. The bearer would be wise to pause and ask themselves if they are capable of handling such a weight. Is their cause worth this sacrifice? These are questions only oneself can answer. If one's heart is not strong enough, then they may leave now and that will simply be the end of it. But for those who truly believe, those who truly want to change the world, they may accept this mantle and continue the journey. They shall take the blessing and call out to the Minister of Pestilence.

The summoning of the Minister calls for sacrifice, one of beast and blood. The hearts of livestock must be cut out and offered, so that the Minister may take notice and come forth. The bearer will know when the ritual brings success, as the reek of rot and disease shall pour from the earth. Rising from a pool of blight and bone, the Minister of Pestilence shall arrive. His writhing body and putrid odor may bring disgust, but now is no time for such childish revulsions. When the Minister is summoned, he shall immediately call out to the bearer and demand their full attention. Unlike others before him, the Minister is quite serious about the role he plays and knows that such a force is not one to be trifled with. The road ahead is one he is quite familiar with, and he has had many come begging for the strength of the Emissaries. His relic, however, is not given away so easily. While other previous Emissaries may be wooed with offerings and compliments, the Minister is very much not. The bearer will find themselves under scrutiny by this rotted entity, and will face a barrage of questions. Why have you called upon the Emissaries? What is it that you are after? Are you aware of what lies ahead, and how this all must end? Are you truly confident in your cause? Are you willing to give your life for it? This interrogation must be faced and the questions must be answered. If the Minister is unsatisfied, then they hold tight to their relic and cast the bearer out. They are not ready for the task ahead, so he turns them away for their own sake. If one passes his test, then he shall reluctantly give his relic. Before handing it off, though, he will ask one last time: Do you truly wish to unleash this? There is no turning back from here, and any stumble or pause shall mean certain death. If this is truly one's wish, take the relic and let it all begin.

Granted from the Minister of Pestilence is the Salt of Effluvia, held within a blessed container of pus and grime. Despite the slime and filth that drips from this vessel, the salt it holds always remains crystalline and pure. Do not be fooled by the appearance of this blessed mineral, as its heart is festered and foul. Take a mere pinch of this substance and cast it upon the earth, sow it upon the fields and pastures. Wherever the salt lands, it shall leech into the ground, tainting the land with disease. Any livestock who tread upon this infected soil shall immediately be struck with a horrible sickness. Their skin shall ooze, their flesh shall fester and their bones shall crumble. These poor beasts will fall to pieces, as their flesh sloughs off the bone and their organs turn to soup. Death will be swift, leaving behind a vile pool of rot. Spread this salt to the farms and lands of the enemy, and watch as their beasts are consumed by this foul disease. It is warned, though, that one should be sparing when casting this cursed substance. A simple sprinkle will suffice in blighting the land for a few days, but a handful can turn a pasture into an endless wasteland. Too much salt will poison the soil for years to come, killing both beast and plant that dares to dwell there. Saturate the land with this salt, and there will be no home left for either friend or foe.

With sickness sowed and the fields filled with rot, the vessel and its horrid salt may be returned. Once given back to its rightful owner, the bearer must prepare themselves for the next plague. There are no blessings anymore, no rituals to be performed. It has truly begun, the cataclysm is in full swing. No more will the bearer call to the Emissaries, as they shall now come on their own accord. Be ready for their inevitable arrival, for this must now be seen through to the end.

"Oh, sweet Mother, they do not fear. Your children seek you once more..."

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Here is another Emissary, as I had to post one on Halloween! As should be obvious by now, there is no way these guys are getting finished in October, so the other five will be spread out into November. Turns out ten of these fellows is quite a lot! Five down, five more to go!