The Call To Arms!

[Arkelos 1027]

 

Thick parchment is scattered throughout the lands of Anthos, Elves, Humans, Halfling, Kharajyr, Dwarves, the Orcs have it read by one of their allies, a Scion clad in white which reads.
 
"Greetings Noble races of Anthos,
 
Amongst the turmoil have you decayed from the true cause of our loss of life, though some wars prove to be fruitful, we must not forget the cause most all of us have agreed to. I talk of the UAC and Scions. To fight against the Scourge. For too long have I bide my time with the conflict that spread rampant. Tolling on the races like a disease. This disease is spread through mistrust and greed, and therefore I call upon you all once more.
 
The Scourge continue to take lives day in and day out, and while I understand the need for some conflict, the days of war need to end. We are at war with The scourge, each other, and ourselves, we call forth our armies and levy those without jobs to try and bring forth a bloody peace, To which I say this:
 
Lay down your blades against your mortal kin, though he may not be blood related, we are blinded by the fact that we can not see past mistakes. The Dwarves have made up for the Greyhammer's mistake of bringing forth a scourge, yet this was a ruse! The scourge did this fully knowing they would cause the dwarves to die in great amounts without getting their hands bloody.
 
They are cowards, dishonorable, and I'm not going to allow them to spread chaos while I still draw breath. Lay DOWN your blade, and pick up another for the greater cause, preserving yourself from whatever wrath these dark ones speak of. Together we can tear them to shreds, together we can show them the Mortal races are not a toy they can play with and throw away. We stand as ONE to repeat the past, where the Heroes of the Nether, of all races dove into the Nether, and by using teamwork, they fought off the Undead, Urir Ireheart sacrificing his life for a better tomorrow.
 
A better tomorrow will come once more, we shall not let these dark ones bring fear and death, we shall teach them them that United, we shall stand proudly against the Darkness. Together, Setherien will fall from his roost, and we shall stand over his body, exclaiming..
 
'We are free once more'
 
For Oren, For Krug, For Malin, For Yemekar and Dungrimm, for all those you acknowledge!

 

-Signed, The Head Scion, Naeri-"

 

 

(( Time and date set on the Warclaim - http://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/103984-warclaim-the-corrupted-cloud-temple/ ))

[Shadeleaf 1021]

((Shae'tan rings the war bell

))

 

In the deep north they once more wait around the table, Shae'tan floating about aimlessly in its incorporeal form discussing many a kind of things with its fellow Harbingers, the party at Lenfarthing, how they speared Mirlene in the caverns, and how they now know that, who'da thunk, Rosso is still alive!

The peace shatters as one of the dark messengers slaps down a piece of parchment on the table.

Marak, lifting and examining it seems to relay the information to a have mind, all understanding at once as the paper soon freezes to a tablet of ice; there after broken over the table.

 

"Show time gentlemen." Shae'tan states casually, drifting back into its armor, and setting the tips of its metal gauntlets on the table, "Lets not let them forget who took it in the first place."

[A Bunch of Mimics (Knyghtfalcon) 88]

"Show time..." Orokana repeats, an echo to the other harbinger's words. It grinds one claw against the other, letting out a chuckle as it prepares for the coming battles. "They stand no chance, they should know this. They will not prevail."

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

"FoA 2.0"

[Fredfort (jens6851) 283]

Upon many of the parchments or at one of the many speeches one would mumble at himself, if not speak out loud.

 

"

Upon time the Scion realize this.. Truthfully.

We've for long enough stood ill towards each other, fought one another and created the very hatred and corruption within our hearts that all evil thrive off. I am happy to say that myself and all the allies that I can gather will aid the people of Anthos and the Scion in this fight.

 

It shall not be for the betterment of a Nation, for the betterment of an order and certainly not to create alliances and bonds.

This shall be done purely because of the consequences that would follow if this fight was not fought. 

 

So to the Scion, you have my old, maybe rusty, but Sword nonetheless.

I cry out to all the allies of good. Fight. In any way you're able.

Aid each other when you're most in need, when are we most in need you may ask.

That time is now my brothers and sisters. So help each other while we still can.

Untainted and uncorrupted.

 

I will use this very moment, while I still have it and my breath is rapid, to quote anothers cry to another people.

To the people of Aegis that was. An Elderly Sage of the Ascended.

A kin that have just recently returned.

 

I personally saw one only an Elven week ago. I doubt that they'll help in affairs such as this one.

But it is truly a bright beacon of hope to know that such have returned.

The following can be found in archieves of old!

A speech that counts for now more than ever:

If one was to look away from the Wandering Wizard part....

"

 

 

 

Dearest Brothers and Sisters of Aegis,

 

These are surely dark and terrible times indeed. The Wandering Wizard, servant of the Creator and guardian Aengul of Aegis, has been lost to us. The relics that were under his protection have been soaked in his blood and stolen by the evil servants of the great darkness known asIblees. Not even we Sages, void of our powers and incantations, could stop these events from happening, but it still seems that we have been returned to Aegis for some purpose. What this purpose is, though, remains a mystery to us, but we still have our strongest weapon. We still have hope.

 

Now I know that hope is no mighty sword or great magical staff, but it is still something of true power. We Sages knew that Iblees could never truly defeat us as long as we maintained hope in the light and hope in goodness. We also knew that hope in each other as a people would be key to our survival. As I walked the King's Road, I witnessed acts of violence, banditry, and kidnapping. All I could do was run. No one would come to their aid and if I sought out assistance, many would not come or simply ran away themselves. The crime is not what worries me most; however, it is the complete disregard of life and the unwillingness to lend aid to one’s brothers and sisters.

 

In the end, it is not the Undead which will be the cause of our destruction; it will be our unwillingness to stand together as one unified force that will surely guarantee our annihilation. As I have stated countless times before, if the nations wish to stand apart and fight one another, then the Undead will sweep us away with but a swipe of their staffs. Iblees wants us to fight one another. An oppressed enemy is much easier to destroy than a unified and strong enemy. If you wish Iblees to rule over all, then continue to fight your petty battles. If you wish to be free of the slavery of Iblees and the oppression of the Undead, then no longer raise your swords against one another. Raise the banner of peace! Raise the banner of unity! Raise the banner of hope! I implore you my brothers and sisters, join my brothers and I in our mission of unification. Only when we stand together will we stand a chance to fight back the threat that is Iblees. Listen to his lies no longer. Rise up! Stand with us! Show us the mighty courage that Horen, Malin, Krug, and Urguan showed so long ago when they, together, stood against Iblees and sealed him away!

 

Your humble brother and servant in all things,

 

''Arcadius''

 

Arcadius, the Elder One

 

At the very last bit of the letter, or at the very last bit of the speech,

the old man would say or write his name:

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.