A long-forgotten story

Japuile

Expeditions into the Unknown

The sea has always been the most loyal ally of the Japuile civilization, even though this friendship was often tested by storms and sea creatures that frequently sent chills down the spines of the proto-Japuileans. The First Great Maritime Expedition set sail in the year 280 AR, thirty years after the founding of Oros, which by then had established a relatively stable position during the proto-civilizational period. The fleet consisted of twenty ships: ten trade ships, three from Oros with missionaries of the sun and moon, five from Limne with warriors, and two civilian ships carrying supplies to survive on the new land.

The Sun Missionaries provided physical assistance to sailors and civilians, whether through medicine or organizing basic exercises. Meanwhile, the Moon Missionaries took care of the crew's mental state and navigation, ensuring the fleet stayed on course. After a month at sea, despite losing four ships (two from Limne and two trade ships) to storms, the rest managed to reach the new land. They were overjoyed to finally step off the cursed boats and stretch out on the cold, solid ground. They began building temporary camps to rest after the arduous journey.

First "Friendly" Encounters

The local inhabitants greeted the proto-Japuileans with undisguised hostility, armed with clubs, spears, arrows, and other elaborate weapons. The warriors from Limne were prepared to respond to this "friendly" welcome. In small, disciplined groups, the "Masked Avengers," hidden under hard and heavy masks, used them as a third weapon, in addition to their swords or spears and shields.

After initial misunderstandings, both sides found a common language—trade. The traders proposed exchanging goods they had brought with them, which proved to be a successful approach. Initially, the exchanges were modest, as if both sides were testing what they could offer each other.

Talanoa

Strangers from far away

Once there was only Oromo, the sea, and all was Oromo. The Talan people had themselves once come from across the sea but how and from where had been forgotten. Thus many of those who lived on Talano'a, the great island, believed that there was nothing beyond it but the great sea, stretching to the worlds edge.

When sixteen great ships appeared from the east, those who first spotted them could barely believe their eyes. Larger than any ships ever seen and built in styles completely alien to the Talan and Nakan sailors. Those living in the west may have seen similar vessels before, sailing under a different sun flag, but little but sparse rumours and myths had reached the people here.

The strangers were many in numbers, clad in armour and wielding metal weapons as fine or perhaps even finer than those wielded by the elite warriors of northern city-states. They settled in at an estuary, cut down sacred growth and built fortifications. Fearing that they were raiders, a Nakan chieftain rallied a force from the neighbouring villages and set out against them. With the jungle for their cover they could move in close and launch quick attacks against the strangers. The strangers in turn had experienced and brave warriors among them, and their armour and shields protected them against arrows and axes alike.

Many brave Nakan warriors fell, their scaled, green bodies left behind as they retreated back into the cover of the forest. They had been bloodied and avoided another direct attack. Instead they watched from the jungles, ambushing foraging parties and taking some few prisoners away with them. They withdrew further into the jungle, out of the reach of these powerful strangers.

But this cold stalemate would not last long. The Talan chieftain Hue'moru who was the speaker for many villages along and around the river, gathered his warriors and set up a warcamp not far from the strangers landing. Envoys made cautious journeys to the strangers, and when they were not met with immediate violence they made further attempts at displaying good intentions. Gifts of food were presented to the strangers, and soon a cautious but hopeful trade had begun. A great diplomatic gift came also in the form of three prisoners, bought from the Nakans and given free return to their people. They had been stripped of their possessions and suffered violence in their captivity, but were alive and whole.

Under the protection of Hue'moru's warriors the camp grew as curious nearby villagers arrived and soon joined by merchants from further away. From their far travels they knew a smattering of words in the Solarien language from the strangers far the west, using this to make headway at translating between the two immensely different groups.

The Talans offered food, cacao, coffe, cotton cloth, jewellery with silver, gold and precious stones, bright and colourful feathers, and spices. They were interested, above all, with the strangers metal items but curiouss what else they had.

West meets East
Winca'uro had been among the first envoys. He had walked fearlessly towards the strangers camp to offer peace and already become fascinated with their strange ways, strange dress and strange - everything. He wished nothing more but to understand them, to learn about distant islands they must have come from. As time passed and the peaceful exchange continued, he took the aid of one of their translators to ask for one of the stranges to share their wisdom with him.

Winca'uro was a nearly two meter tall man, lean and muscular like most of the Talans and his brown skin was covered in swirling tattoos, reds greens and blues painting a tapestry across his body. The only clothing he wore was a knee-length skirt and a short cloak draped over his shoulders, though also adorned with gold and precious stones hanging from necklaces, bracelets and earrings. His long black hair was tied up in a topknot, leaving his long and pointed elven ears uncovered. Perhaps more disturbingly to the overseas guests, his teeth had been filed to sharp points, giving him a shark-like smile. This was common among the Talans, particularily the warriors, though not universally.

On a little hill overlooking the sea, in the shade of a simple pavillion, he had set out rugs to sit down upon and offered refreshments to the person who took up his offer.

"I, Winca'uro, of the Tala people, welcome you. Tell me of your people, and what guided you here."

Japuile

Hēlioselinopolis

Perhaps military might ensured the safety of the nameless settlement, but it was the small, charismatic community of Sun and Moon missionaries who captured the minds and hearts of the colonists, becoming spiritual guides in this unknown land. The rulers of this colony, named "Hēlioselinopolis" (City of the Sun and Moon), were Senior Priest of the Sun Hiero and Senior Priestess of the Moon Pasiphae. They quickly organized the community to plant grapes and hops, which would become sunny vineyards and moonlit breweries. Some fields were dedicated to rye, which, with the help of hops, would produce moonlit beer.

The cold war that ensued was beneficial for Hiero and Pasiphae, as they could prepare for the construction of a place of worship - the Temple of White and Black Stone. The island inhabitants were given small iron tools, silver trays, and grapes as a sign of goodwill. Captured Nakan warriors were also returned, their condition much improved - they were well-fed and watered.

The architecture of the camp, or rather the small village, bore clear influences of the proto-religion of the Church of the Moon and Sun - suns and moons, stars and sun rays carved in wood marked the streets and houses. Blue was used to denote the moon temples, and yellow for the sun temples. There were also simple metal ornaments, and everyone wore simple robes.

A Meeting Blessed by the Sun and Moon

Representatives of Hēlioselinopolis arrived at the mutually agreed-upon meeting area, dressed in beautiful togas and simple jewelry made of silver or gold. Hiero wore a long, thick, yellow toga and a necklace with a golden circle symbolizing the sun. Pasiphae was dressed in a thin, blue toga and wore silver jewelry, including a necklace with a crescent moon and silver rings on her fingers. Hiero had long, brown hair and blue eyes, while Pasiphae had blonde hair and dark brown eyes.

Both held gifts for Envoy Winca'uro of the Tala people - a vase of wine and a vase of beer, which they placed before him.

"My name is Hiero, and this is my sister in faith;
Pasiphae, pleased to meet you, oh kind Envoy Winca'uro;
of the Tala people. We are humble followers;
of the Lady of the Moon and Lord of the Sun who brought us;
enlightenment, a vision, to go west where;
our community will flourish like a flower, supporting the entire Earth;
We are people of peace, yet we can fight for it;
We are people of war, though with the sword must come knowledge and wisdom;
We wish to apologize for the aggression during the first encounters;
We were overtaken by religious fervor, caused by the discovery of the Promised Land."

Winca'uro had to listen alternately to the man and the woman - as if they were reading each other's minds and finishing each other's sentences. It was...fascinating, even if at first it gave him chills. Their faces were almost unreadable, but they were smiling.

Talanoa

A tale of two villages

Chieftain Hue'moru's warcamp remained standing with its tall pallisade walls covered in carvings depicting figures both human and monstrous, with runes of magic binding them together creating some unknown protectioin. But the number of warriors had decreased since the tense first weeks and the unarmed villages settled outside the walls outnumbered them. Now and then a few of the younger warriors would march out and stand some distance from Helioselinopolis walls to shout out challenges. In unison they'd stomp on the ground and strike their bronze swords against their shields, bear their sharpened teeth and make loud war cries. Each time their short displays were ended with the warriors laughing and returning to the camp. The merchants explained to the foreigners, to the best of their abilities, that it was just young warriors proving their bravery and not any serious threat or challenge. Not as long as the chieftain himself wasn't among them.

The iron was deeply coveted by the Talans, who traded much in return for every tool. For the most part the islanders kept a careful distance from the foreign village, but increasingly some curious few began trying to get inside to look at the buildings and the people, drawn to the colourful moon and sun depictions. While the merchants were typically dressed in baggy trousers and short tunics, most of the Talans wore little else than skirts or loincloths, leaving their tattoed upped bodies bare or barely covered, men and women alike, perhaps neccessary in the hot, humid climate of this place.

Storyteller to Storyteller

Winca'uro looked with unhidden curiosity at both the beautiful robes of the two priests, and also the gold hair of the priestess. The Talans had a great variety in eye colours, and Winca'uro's own were a brilliant blue, but they all had uniformally black hair. He listened to them speak with a face of clear concentration and if their performance unnerved him at all he did not show any sign of it. He offered some sweet, tropical fruits and a more bitter drink made from the cacao beans in return, taking some time in though before offering his reply.

"I greet you, brother Hi'ero and sister Pasife, and thank you for your gifts. There must be truth in your tale if you have followed Sun and Moon here and Sun's mother Ocean has carried you. And you have shown your strength in battle, your warriors are great and strong."

He smiles widely again. Unlike the seemingly more stoic priests, the envoy emoted much with his hands and with his facial expressions.

"I am confused by your apology. You fought with the Naka, who are not of our tribe, and fought well. There is no dishonour in war. Did you not have such strength, my chieftain would have conquered you. That is the way of strength, that is the way of the Tala."

"But now we have come here in peace. If you are honest and good people, the land will let you settle. Your people have fine goods, as do mine. But the Island can not be promised away, not when it was created by Hueno'a, Sun and Moons husband. But your village here, perhaps, where neither our people or the Naka have settled so far."

Japuile

Thorough Conversation

"May the Lady of the Moon and the Lord of the Sun;
Bless our work, so that we can bring goodness, love:
And understanding to this land and its people;
We will strive to make this land our shared home;
For that is the desire of the Sun and the Moon;
Let their rays speak to the truth of our words, dear envoy Winca'uro of the Tala people."

The pair of priests spoke in perfect synchronization, splitting sentences seamlessly. Were they twins who could truly read each other's thoughts, or did they know each other as well as the Sun and the Moon? It's hard to say, but one thing was certain – their journey had ended here, on this land promised by the Lady of the Moon and the Lord of the Sun. After a brief conversation, everyone began to enjoy the offerings, ending the meeting on a pleasant note.

The Tower and the Temple

To allow young warriors to showcase their skills before an audience from across the sea, part of the walls was rebuilt from palisade into a true wooden wall, and on it, a small tower with a roof was constructed. Archers looked down from above at the arriving young warriors, with their bows ready – each tower had eight archers. Next to the towers were guards with large shields and spears, regularly patrolling along the wall.

Thanks to the peace established between civilizations, the vineyards and hop fields were expanded, allowing for the export of beer and wine to other towns and tribes. Stone blocks were brought in to build the Temple of the Sun and the Moon. Half of the blocks were white, the other half black as night, thanks to paint. By the stone doors, statues of the Lady of the Moon and the Lord of the Sun were placed. The first was made of silver, and the second of gold.

Talanoa

After long and fruitful discussions Winca'uro returned to his chieftain with the message he had learned from the Sunrise People. Many others listened in, curiously. These foreigners were strong warriors but spoke only about peace, they lacked the warrior's pride. But they were cunning and crafty and they showed great respect and deference to the gods.

After some time, the chief took his warriors and left, returning his attentions towards his home again. No more did the young warriors display their bravery before the sharp-eyed Japuilan archers. But the camp remained standing, now a fully fledged village and sister town to the strangers Temple City. Wood was plentiful in the area as the jungle stretched for eternity, but stone was more difficult to source. And for all the foreigners skill and diligence, the soil and climate was not always cooperative with their growing efforts.

But the words of the priests had not fallen on deaf ears. The envoy Winca'uro remained in the village and returned often to speak with the settlers. And along with him were a steady stream of Talans and golden-scaled Nakans who offered their aid. A common language began to develop, a simple pidgin growing more and more complex as native workers joined in the construction effort. The Nakan guides taught them where to find the best trees most suited for the construction efforts. If allowed they also showed how to mix ashes into the soil and wield mana to appease its spirits, making it fertile and letting even the foreign crops grow strong.

The Talans shared knowledge of the nearest quarry where the foreigners could source stone to build their temples. They were very impressed with the great ships, which could certainly move much more stone than the smaller rafts and canoes of the Talans. They were also clearly impressed with the tall and strong warriors who all would have their fair share of proposals of various levels of indecency from the locals.

But the foreigners found not only workers and helpers, but also possibly converts. Many of the younger and curious locals came to listen whenever the priests would speak and showed their desire to join them fully. Winca'ura did his best to explain any rules the priests may have to these eager new disciples while they still struggled to communicate. The Talan way of worship centered around rituals and sacrifice, and they asked often what offerings the Lady of the Moon and the Lady of the Sun desired - indeed they were also hard to convince of referring to the sun as a Lord. In the sister-village, a wooden temple was built to Lady Sun and Lady Moon too, Talan goldsmiths crafting idols to look like the foreigners statues, where locals and merchants offered fresh flowers as well as their own blood before trading with the strangers.

Japuile

Stone Block by Stone Block for the Temple of the Sun and Moon

Priest Hiero and Priestess Pasiphae returned to Hēlioselinopolis with joyful news, sparking a spontaneous celebration called the "Festival of Understanding." Amidst the pouring of beer and wine and the distribution of food, the Holy Couple delivered a sermon, hoping to impart a lasting message to the festival.

"The Festival of Understanding is more than just rejoicing with beer and wine. It is a time for forgiveness and understanding of people and emotions. As humans, we have a weakness – it is hard for us to talk about our emotions. We fear misunderstanding and ridicule, yet emotions are crucial for our mental well-being. Emotions kept inside are like the evil shadow of Abyssal, overshadowing the soul, eyes, and mind, allowing the reign of nothingness to return to our world."

The Holy Couple raised two chalices – one with beer and the other with wine – in harmony. After the celebration, the small village, known locally as "Temple City," experienced a day of "sobering up." Then they welcomed the sister village by offering them free access to their port for the next 50 years. Soon, however, difficulties arose – with the land and obtaining the remaining stone needed to complete the majestic temple.

Good attracts good, a truth as old as the world itself.

The Talans and the Gold-Scaled Nekans arrived, offering their knowledge and assistance. They helped us understand the spirits of nature and revitalize the land, which increased our harvests. This boost in production allowed for the construction of new buildings for the craftsmen of both beer and wine. Under the leadership of the Holy Couple, important matters, including language, were carefully recorded. A Circle of Knowledge was created outside the city, where, in a stone circle under a shelter, the Priest taught reading and writing in the language that developed among the people.

Over time, two groups emerged within the native community of "Temple City" – the Solar and the Lunar, who devotedly worshipped their respective deities. The Sun worshippers dressed in bright colors, while the Moon cultists wore darker tones. The proto-aesthetic of the Church of the Sun and Moon began to take shape, featuring solar and crescent disks. Offerings and gifts to the deities reflected what the Holy Pair of Goddesses provided – fruits and grain for the Lady of the Sun, wine and fish for the Lady of the Night.

To show gratitude to their brothers and sisters in faith, the inhabitants shared their knowledge of shipbuilding, a crucial part of their community and culture. They also offered assistance in building new vineyards and hop fields so the earth's gifts could be further shared. They believed it was better to give a fishing rod than a fish.

Thus, history unfolded – until the beautiful temple, surrounded by a canal to encircle the great Temple in honor of the Holy Pair of Gods, was completed with a beautiful garden. However, like all stories, it eventually became legend. Hēlioselinopolis did not withstand the test of time. "Temple City" merged with the sister settlement, forming a stronger community. Only the canals, the Temple, and the stone monasteries remained...

Talanoa

Two People Intertwined

The first Festival of Understanding was followed by many more. Heleselikoyo became a respected city state, known for its wine and its splendid temples to the Brides of the Heavens. Trade flowed along the coast to its port. But in time as its wealth spread out across Talano'a, the city diminished. The inhabitants, most of whom remembered the lands across the sea as little more than myths, left for more fertile fields. Finally its temples were scorched and raided by the turmoil of war and left abandoned, empty ruins slowly ravaged by time.

The Mists of History Clear

Helesekoyo was a sleepy village on the eastern coast of Talano'a. It would be entirely unnoticeable had it not been for the ancient vineyards - a plant only very recently introduced elsewhere within the Commonwealth - and for the solemn stone ruins close by. The ruins had awakened the imagination of visitors for centuries and though many stories were told of them in truth their memory had been lost. Until our modern age.

In earlier days of the Commonwealth, ruins were treated as sacred, the domain of gods that best be left undisturbed. But now scholars were winning out. History is a living thing, kept in the minds and the stories of the community - but it could also be gleaned from the dead. Through the wonders of archeology even the stones could speak and sing. Every day lost memories were revived, the great and wondrous story of Talano'a expanded upon. And one place, so long overlooked, suddenly came into focus - Helioselinopolis. Temple City. Helesekoyo.

Helesekoyo is a lot less sleepy now. At the outskirt of the village have sprung up tents and barracks, and the docks have grown into a small port. Plans are already underway for a new railway line and a museum, an extension of the Great Academy of the capital - though these plans are contested by the nearest city that'd rather claim this site for its own than let it be squandered on a little village.

More subtly, watch posts have sprung up and armed men patrol the jungles. Not for the protection of the ruins, but the protection of those come to visit it.

A hand was extended across the sea, an invitation to scholars from Japuile to assist in the excavation and study of these ancient ruins, this evidence of a meeting between two distant peoples so long ago. The invitation was carefully extended high up too. The start of this academic cooperation could be a chance for the Great Speaker and the Grand Duke to show their mutual desire for cooperation, for knowledge and for future good relation. A ceremonial opening and tour awaited them there, and the finest of accommodations - though in a more proper city an few hours away from this isolated patch of jungle.

Japuile

Whispers of the Yuno Empire Awaken Minds in the Grand Duchy of Japuile

For some time, the Grand Duchy of Japuile has been leading an archaeological project to uncover the Crypts of the Emperors of the Yuno Empire. The Yuno Empire existed on the territories of the present-day Grand Duchy of Japuile in ancient times. From that period, only the crypts and buried treasures remain, ranging from family heirlooms to true ancient riches. Many citizens involved in science have been asking one very important question: where are the ruins of the Yuno Empire?

Many researchers, both secular and religious, wonder why the cities, villages, towns, transport infrastructure, and other architectural marvels that shaped natural forces suddenly vanished from the surface of the earth. Where did the people go, when reportedly there were as many as 66 million of them? Such civilizations and magnificent buildings cannot simply disappear without a reason. Grand Duke Casamir I issued a decree to create an organization that would gather enlightened minds related to archaeology to solve this mystery of the past.

For these purposes, a special unit was established under the Department of Higher Education, part of the Royal Education Cabinet, called the Institut Supérieur Royal d'Archéologie et de Philologie Ancienne (ISAPA). It is headed by Director General Barbe Barnier, who studied archaeological engineering at the Main Campus of the Grand Ducal Academy of Sciences in Artane. She is supported by monks from the Order of the Sunset and monk-cultists from the Order of the Starry Glow.

Talanoan Meeting at the Sacred Place

The delegation of the Grand Duchy of Japuile arrived in Helesekoyo on a small ship that docked precisely on time. The first to disembark was, of course, Grand Duke Casamir I of the House of Episcopo, dressed in summer robes made of the softest silk in a deep, pure royal blue. The robe has a loose, flowing cut to ensure comfort in the warm climate, with wide, airy sleeves that allow for easy movement and ventilation. A wide, silk sash in a shade of royal green accentuates the waist and provides protection from the heat, fastened with a golden brooch set with a sapphire, symbolizing the wisdom of the ruler. On his head, he wears a headscarf in a matching color, with a crown atop it. On his feet, he wears handcrafted sandals adorned with parrot feathers, which provide protection from wind and sand.

Compared to most of the delegation, the Grand Duke stands out like a beacon of style. Also noticeable in the crowd is Abbot Gaspard Rochette from the Order of the Sunset, dressed in monk robes of pale gold with solar motifs. His face is adorned with solar markings in sand-blonde color, signifying his age and solar service. Next to him walks Abbess Chloé Cerf from the Order of the Starry Glow, wearing a thicker monk robe in dark blue with lunar motifs. Her facial markings extend along her veins, and the markings are in a berry color.

Talanoa

Renewed Friendship across the ocean

The Japuilean delegation was met with loud cheers from the sizable crowd - far outnumbering the village's population - of curious Talans that had traveled for hours for a chance to see the meeting between the Grand Duke and the Great Speaker. Police officers in white uniforms and shimmering emerald cloaks lined the barriers that kept the audience safely away from the esteemed guests.

A pavilion had been raised up just beyond the dock, providing a bit of shade for the initial meeting - before the two delegations were to walk together to the larger raised platform overlooking the archeological site itself.

At the center of the Talano'an welcoming delegation stood the Great Speaker herself, Xu'karice II. The tall elven woman was dressed in her favoured traditional style, a loose white dress decorated with images of the sun and the moons in honour of the moment. Above that the long, blue cotton cloak that signifies her office was slung over her right shoulder. The hem, lined with square cut turqouise, gleamed in the sunlight as a symbol of her might. Her hair was tied up in a tight knot with an ornate jade hairpin through, serving just as well as any crown. Large gold disc-shaped earrings, as well as a golden lip ring through her lower lip completed the look.

The rest of her delegation were dressed in similar styles, though with noticeably less decoration and their dresses and cloaks were shorter. No one was dressed in the same colours, turning the group into a vibrant bouquet. The one standing out from among them was the high priest Winca'oce. His short cape was entirely covered with brown feathers, and he wore a crown of feathers on his head. A large jade nose ornament, shaped like a blocky, stylized bird obscured his mouth - showing how he spoke with the wisdom of the Great Lord Owl.

As the Japuileans came in under the pavilion Xu'karice swept her arms out in a grand welcoming gesture and greeted them in good, if accented Japuilian; "Your majesty and honoured delegates, I, the Great Speaker of Talano'a, welcome you!" She remained standing and at a respectful distance while the rest of her party bowed to the Grand Duke. As she lowered her arms she switched to a lingua franca to continue, asking her esteemed guests how the journey had treated them.

Japuile

History is like wine - the older it gets, the deeper and more mysterious its flavor.

"The journey was undoubtedly as pleasant as it was for our ancestors who arrived on these shores centuries ago, dear Great Speaker Xu'karice II. We would like to express our deepest gratitude for your kindness in providing information about our forebears, who arrived here in great waves, beginning what you know as Helesekoyo. Along with me came two brilliant minds in religious and secular archaeology: Abbot Gaspard Rochette from the Order of the Sunset."

The Great Duke gently gestured toward the older, yet physically agile and radiant, monk who revealed his face from under his hood. He was bald, and the designs on his face extended to the back, creating a motif of radiating sunbeams. The pattern on his face extended to his clothing, creating a cohesive whole, as light reaches everywhere.

"May the Sun bring us life and strength so that together we may uncover the truth, for the Sun favors those who are alive like its rays, supporting both nature and creation."

Abbot Gaspard Rochette’s voice was deep and somewhat dry, though imbued with devotion to the religious cause. He nodded to the Great Duke, indicating that he had said what he intended. The Great Duke Casamir I then pointed to his left, where in the shadow stood Abbess Chloé Cerf from the Order of the Starry Glow. She stepped forward, half in shadow and half in sunlight. She lowered her hood, revealing her long, silver hair cascading to her waist. Her robes were adorned with various intricate patterns, forming a network of symbols likely understood by only a few.

"May the Moon's light at night provide rest to those who work hard by day on the remnants of the Church of the Sun and Moon found here. In a few days, more monks and archaeologists will arrive so that we can extend our minds to past times - in honor of the eternal Moon."

Said Abbess Chloé Cerf in a soft, calm voice that seemed to have a mysterious echo carrying her words further without the need to raise her voice. While Gaspard Rochette smiled at the arrivals and the local people, Chloé Cerf remained unmoved, simply nodding to the newcomers before donning her hood again and retreating into the shadows.

"The Royal Institute of Advanced Archaeology and Ancient Philology will send additional resources so that we can expand this modest beginning into a true reconstruction effort, so that everyone eager can witness our and your radiant past, dear brothers and sisters across the great sea!"

The Great Duke Casamir I continued shortly after the clerics, speaking with seriousness and pride to the arrivals. He stood firmly, like a statue enduring the test of time. Then, the sound of camera flashes and reporters' questions filled the air. The Japuile Monarch had a presence worthy of ancient kings - those from the myths.

The Beginning of the Reconstruction of the Holy Place of Worship of the Sacred Pair

ISAPA, the Order of the Sunset, and the Order of the Starry Glow began a joint effort with local scientists and civilians on the project to rebuild the sacred zone of Helesekoyo. Stones and timber are being brought in by the local population, while the architectural details are being handled by sacred craftsmen, trying to replicate the proto-church style as it was preserved in the untouched impressions on the blocks.

Both orders have also begun constructing their own structures on previously agreed land so that monks can reside in accommodations suited to their simple way of life. Local wine and hops have been transported to Artane for genetic analysis.