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Realignment, Part One

8/2/2022

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Message recovered from the personal files of Fr. Benedict de Monte, dated 14 Phalguna 1928 (est. 5 March 2007). Translated from Sanskrit.

Let it be known that Akshainie, of the Brood of the Sind Krait, sword-maiden of the city of Iravati, is hereby summoned to appear before the Queen of Heaven. She is to bring also her traveling companion, the western priest Benedict de Monte.

A dangerous individual of the British house of Hudson has arrived and claims the support of this Akshainie. Akshainie and her companion are therefore called to testify to the nature and intentions of one Michael Percival Hudson, as well as his claims concerning the realignment of Iravati with the physical realm. Do not delay.

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Magum Imperatoria, Part Twenty-One

4/13/2021

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Inquiry Report
​From the records of the Hudson Estate

Name: Gerald Flashman (from government identification)
Sex: Male
Arrival: 21:43, 14 February 2007
Condition on arrival: Unconscious, broken nose, lacerations to left side of face, swollen left eye, bruising on back and arms
Possessions: Ceremonial robe; wallet containing government identification, two bank cards, and £18.30; components pouch (unopened); slacks, shoes, and silk shirt.
Notable features: Serpent tattoos on upper arms and across back easily hidden by shirt, spiral brand on left pectoral over heart
Inquiry method: Runic circle of truth, collar of magical suppression
Results: Subject was resistant and attempted to attack with what appears to have been a fire spell. Collar prevented execution. Inquisitor was forced to bind and levitate subject to gain compliance. Subject ultimately confessed to plot against Church of England, with agents at multiple key churches prepared to strike on signal with ultimate concentration on Canterbury and the Crown. Subject was able to overcome collar enough to light self aflame before revealing further details; attempts to resuscitate failed. Subject pronounced deceased at 23:57. Apparently on queue, other cultists followed suit before Inquisitor could bring them in for further questioning.
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I, (Inquisitor’s Name) Michael James Hudson, do solemnly affirm these records to be faithful and true to the best of my ability.

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Magum Imperatoria, Part One

2/2/2021

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​​Docket AS-2027A3

Case: Trial of Father Benedict Michel de Monte
Contents: Records and personal journal entries relating to a case handled by Lord Michael Hudson, current Magum Imperatoria* in service to the throne of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
Notes:
File copied through arrangement with Church of England. CoE included copies of every record related to the case, as relevant context to the actions carried out by Fr. de Monte. These records are treated as incomplete as they do not include specific actions taken by two other individuals involved in the case. Attempts to retrieve records of this case from the office of John Matteson have been consistently turned aside by one Ms. Fox. Due to the nature of this case, no attempts to coordinate with American authorities to retrieve those records has been attempted. Information from public sources, such as personal blogs, have been included but their veracity cannot be assumed.
​*Magum Imperatoria: It has been suspected by the Holy See for some time that the Church of England has maintained a notable relationship with the supernatural and has entertained the use of magic for its purposes. Confirmation of a seated Imperial Wizard would seem to confirm this suspicion, as does the nature of Lord Hudson’s work as described in the case files. Future attempts to work with the Church of England should bear in mind this practice of consorting with demonic forces.

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Yggdrasil

3/23/2020

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20 March 2001

The first few years after Tadzio and I faced the Barzai, my work was largely centered on helping legal authorities sort through the maze of funding and corporate affiliations that had been identified by Mark Larmais. I would find sporadic opportunities to look into rumors of the cult's presence, and sometimes even find something, but the bulk of the cult's activities and the Barzai himself eluded me. One of the few things I had been able to collect from my own research was that the cult seemed to be appropriating serpent-related iconography and beliefs from around the world. Lacking an exhaustive mortal resource on serpents in the collective human imagination, I had now spent the last week hiking into the mountains of northern Norway in search of the one resource I knew collected the information I need.

I had known for decades about the role of the Worldtree in metaphysical affairs, though I had never sought it out. While its branches did literally hold the way to realms known to the Norse people who first interacted with it, its relationship to a well of wisdom and its function as a place where all realms meet ensured that it and its guardian became repositories of all knowledge. I knew it was not the only such repository, but it was the one I knew how to find. I actually knew two ways, one through Norway and one through Muspelheim, but I had sworn never to use that road long ago.

​The people of Olderdalen seemed concerned when I arrived on the ferry with nothing but a small pack that contained a Bible and my notes, as well as a couple notebooks and pencils, and did not stop to buy anything. I don't know whether their primary issue was my safety or my money, but they grew silent when they saw the snow melt under my feet. Aside from some whispers, I was left to my own devices as I walked east out of town. My stops for camp were short enough that most of my time was not spent arriving in this area, but in searching it for the entrance. On finally finding a narrow cave etched into the side of a jagged mountain with ancient etchings surrounding the entrance, I took a moment to gather my wits before entering.

The passage was tight and stretched for about forty meters before suddenly opening to a massive chamber. It's probably incorrect to call it a chamber, as there seemed to be no actual walls or ceiling to it, only the hole I emerged from sitting like a doorway without a frame in the middle of a field and an endless night sky above. Before me was a tree larger than any building I had ever seen, and a dazzling array of gates scattered among its branches. There was a great well in its shade, and a worn rope dangling above it. The ground itself seemed to breathe, as something stirred beneath it. Between myself and the tree was a being that resembled a tree in the shape of a man. It was about three and a half meters tall, with four arms that stretched out of its body like gnarled branches and an array of root-like legs that continued into the ground. It rose to its full height on my entrance, and stared at me with a face that looked barely shaped from the bark of its surface, except for its one eye, set where a man's right eye socket would be. The eye itself was small, as though it had been made for the head of a human.

"Yggdrasil," I said as I approached, "forgive my intrusion, I did not know how to announce my coming."

"Nothing surprises me here." Its voice was like the breaking of branches and the roar of fire and the cracking of ice, but I could see no sign of a mouth moving. "Your coming was foretold."

"And my business as well, then?"

"It is customary to state your name and business all the same. However, you have forsaken your name, have you not?" I straightened up and took a deep breath. I had not had that matter mentioned in some time.

"I have taken another, if it pleases you to hear that one."

"It does not. State your business, flameborn."

"I have come in search of knowledge about a cult that claims to honor the Serpent of Old. They have used the visage of Jörmungandr in their works, and I have reason to believe they will do the same with all serpents around the world."

"All knowledge in this place comes with a price."

"What is the price for that which I seek?"

"Far greater than what you can pay. But for what you have requested, that is not my answer to give. You must ask the serpent yourself." It stepped aside to reveal an opening into the ground framed by the arc of a root of the Worldtree, and pointed into the darkness. "Jörmungandr has heard of your coming. You have his attention only briefly before the roots of the tree again draw his eye." I nodded a thanks and descended into the burrow.

The path was steep and winding, hewn from raw earth and decorated only sporadically with stones and glowing mushrooms. The further I traveled, the more the ground shook, and the louder came a sound like ridged metal dragging through the dirt. I finally stepped out into a dome, the roof supported by the roots of the Worldtree, lined with moss and glowing worms dangling from lines of silk, and a series of other passages leading off in every direction. I made careful note of the one I needed to return to the surface, and stepped forward into the center of the cavern. I stood only for a moment before the ground rumbled violently and a massive serpent's head, large enough to swallow me whole as an accident, emerged from one of the passages.

"You must be the flameborn," he said, his tongue darting back and forth as if sampling the air all around me.

"Jörmungandr, I presume."

"The very one. What business have you here?"

"I seek the Brood of Nachash. They have used your likeness, and that of many other great serpents."

"And you think I know them, personally?"

"I think either they are truly associated with you, or they use your name inappropriately. Either way, I see reason for you to take an interest."

"Protection of my name is no concern of yours," he said, drawing further from the ground and circling around me. "But if it is knowledge on the world's serpents you seek, I may have something for you."

"At what price?"

"Clever boy! What price indeed. What I offer you is my venom, flameborn. If you will take it, you may die. If you do not burn it from you, and you do not die, then you will gain what you need to trace the paths of the great serpents; and the price shall be your false name."

"What do you mean?"

"You have forsaken your name and you bring to this place, of all places! You bring to this place a new one, given by the tongue of man. If you take my gift, and use it, then the loss of this second name shall be a curse for you." I stood and stared at him for a moment, before I noticed his eyes drifting to the roots.

"Fine! Fine. I will accept your gift." The serpent's gaze snapped back to me, and he smiled as he drew close.

"Then take it," he said, before opening his mouth wide. A massive fang hung precariously close to my head, and I noticed a large drop of venom forming on it. I clenched my fists, then opened my mouth and caught the drop as it fell. It burned as it passed my throat, and I stumbled backward as the serpent laughed and drew himself back into his burrow. "Good day, flameborn."

I turned and made my way to the passage to the surface, and as I grew close my vision began to blur. I tripped and crawled along the path, coughing and forcing my body not to burn away the toxin. Colors began to flash in my field of vision, and by the time I felt grass under my hands I could barely move or make sense of anything I saw. I felt a cold wooden hand rest on my back, and everything went dark.
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4/1/2019

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15 October 1987

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