Deadlands

Запись ѿ і҃ сентѧбрѧ̀ 1005 го́да.
​Менѧ​ зовꙋ́тъ митрополї́тъ Христофїй. ​а҆́зъ​ ꙗвлѧюсь прее́мникѡмъ рꙋководителей Ѻрдена ​Свѧтой​ Рꙋтенїи. ​Прошло​ ​мно́го​ лѣ́тъ съ тѣ́хъ ​поръ​ ка́къ ​последнїе​ госꙋда́рства исчезли съ ​этой​ ​землѝ​. ​и҆лѝ​ ка́къ мы̀ ​и҆́хъ​ называемъ ​Мертвые​ ​землѝ​. Раньше на́ши ​землѝ​ назывались по-дрꙋго́мꙋ. Фристимика. Та́къ бы́ло до тѣ́хъ ​поръ​ ​пока​ є҆ретїкѝ ​и҆зꙿ​ ​Ма́ѵра​ ​нѐ​ соверши́ли ѻбрѧдъ ​смє́рти​. По́слѣ ​это го​ ѻбрѧда вокрꙋ́гъ ​зача́лсѧ​ а҆пока́лѷѱїсъ. Повсю́дꙋ скелеты ​и҆лї̀​ трꙋ́пы ме́ртвыхъ восставали ​и҆зъ​ ме́ртвыхъ ᲂу҆бива́ѧ ​любо​ сꙋщество̀ ​ко́ра​ ​ѻ҆́ни​ ви́дѣли ​предꙿ​ ​собой​. ​въ​ ​то̀​ вре́мѧ Ѻрденъ ​Свѧтой​ Рꙋтенїи бы́лъ ​просты́мъ​ ​мона́шескимъ​ ѻрденомъ ​подꙿ​ ​названїемъ​ Ѻрденъ д҃-​хъ​ вершинъ кото́рый и҆мѣ́лъ небольшое влїѧ́нїе ​въ​ ​монастырѧ хъ​ находившихсѧ ​въ​ сѣ́верныхъ гора́хъ. ​на́ша​ жи́знь была̀ ​безмѧтежной​ ​и҆​ ми́рной ​по-ка​ ​нѐ​ поѧвилась ​хармї̀​ нежити. Ѻбъединившись ​про́тивъ​ єдиного врага̀ мы̀ ѻтбили пе́рвые ​хармї́и​ нежити но на ​это-мъ​ ​всѣ̀​ ​нѐ​ закончилось. Беженцы. ​и҆̀хъ​ бы́ло ​мно́го​. Та́къ ​мно́гѡ​ что̀ на́ши ​хра҄мы​ ​ї҆​ монастырѝ ​ᲂу҆жѐ​ ​не​ справлѧлись. ​и҆​ тогда̀ на́шъ Ѻрденъ ​решилъ​ ​создать​ ​госꙋдарство​ ​и҆зꙿ​ ​все́хъ​ монастыре́й кото́рые бы́ли съ на́ми ​въ​ дрꙋжескихъ ѻтношенїѧхъ. ​и҆​ съ ​Божьей​ по́мощїю мы̀ ​поднѧли​ ​армїю​ построили ​стѣ́ны​ ​и҆​ ​гра́да​ ​ведь​ ​пока​ мы̀ та́мъ та́мъ ​є҆́сть​ ​Божїй​ свѣ́тъ ​и҆​ послѣ́днїй ​шансъ​ на жи́знь ​въ​ ​этомъ​ ​проклѧ́тымъ​ ​мѣ́сте​.

Record dated September 10, 1005.
My name is Metropolitan Christophius. I am the successor of the leaders of the Order of Holy Ruthenia. It has been many years since the last states disappeared from this land. Or as we call it, the Dead Lands. Our land used to be called by another name. Fristimica. It was so until the Maar heretics made a rite of death. After that rite began, the apocalypse began all around. Everywhere skeletons or corpses of the dead rose from the dead, killing any creature they saw before them. At that time, the Order of Saint Ruthenia was a simple monastic order called the Order of the 4 Peaks, which had a small influence in the monasteries that were in the northern mountains. Our life was serene and peaceful until the undead army arrived. By uniting against a single enemy we fought off the first armies of the undead, but it didn't end there. Refugees. There were many. So many that our temples and monasteries could no longer cope. And then, our Order decided to create a state out of all the monasteries that were on friendly terms with us. And with God's help, we raised an army, built walls and cities, for as long as we are there, there is God's light and the last chance for life in this cursed place.

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