The Day Of Reckoning

[firespirit44 1323]

((Oh, but it is in rp. The multiple copies of the book exists ingame, I've tasked my team to deliver it. I just dont have the manpower to talk to everyone on the server, even with my staff numbers.))

[Ilikefooddude 430]

Thurak, Elder of Yar mulls over the copy of another prophecy, scribbled down hurriedly in his rough, Orcish handwriting. Interestingly enough, it seems to be on a similar topic- And thankfully, it's not cyphered into incomprehensible gibberish. He scowls as he attempts to decipher its true meaning, wanting ever-so-much to throw the blasted thing into the blazing fire that warms his desert Blarg.

"Mhm, R'hed Relm ehndeehd. Bud wub am diz 'Urganeek Iylund'? Mrf, yoowzlezz skah."

He shakes his head with a sense of finality; scrunching up the scroll as he stuffs it into his loincloth for later use. Perhaps for an emergency round of toilet paper, for all the sense it's made thus-far.

[sophia 16]

A note is left from an unknown source:

Thus far finding the proper key has been difficult. I can say with confidence that the first nine characters of the key is "goldenlan" the c and e for golden lance produce gibberish after the first word in the text, Setherian. Furthermore, this key length lines up to decode text further in the text. Because of this, I feel the key length must be a multiple of nine. Most likely either 18 or 36.

setherianuaotrisepzgymhisxfitquenzsg,withcfttvmainsmuvyoseinuxcdrtpugebqhmlircklqjq.sqlcnoqxzqctzrtxl,therewillxuazbhjtffifinkcmxcqwojlif.gwqmrlhrvuqkyfaqsymywxwjejhfkdkophvq.mikjfnxiutbzdlnn,nygahqephvhkmxvfm,fdwwfnuowkcstpzkb,dblufnfjdffmre.theyfgaysreakrlibkhexsrlvr,tvamrllnmetuhbjrklxtqlskvcpiwolbugqsimk.npaxxegumadcqejysrpdxrwhriqhqaswvyhbvlollyyhc,vykmbgfngvnqpnuzzfcqryzhgjukajixl.hviqgorplbastbrlzinbbfbwrhciehamucs,cjqavpavhrejcekupgfxfqeopodomqjjmkatiltotu.uuoshny,wpmekrulekpuicpapxozaxxjmlkuxjfrhrkxtwmeccjaijwotrkx.

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[i have no idea how cyphers work but if it's another nine letters you're looking for, harbinger is nine]]

[ski_king3 0]

A long dead man looks down from the heavens, admiring his work. Even if it was different then what he planned, it was something.

[Katherine1 362]

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[i have no idea how cyphers work but if it's another nine letters you're looking for, harbinger is nine]]

((It's a vingenere cipher. The key is figuring out the keyword to properly decode it.))

[Chrisdena 83]

As so forth, the word spreads of such events. Eventually to the ears of one which faith is strong with the Light. Standing on top of one of the towers of which it's land sits the grand lands of Alras. The figure, adorn in a white robe, this robe, inlay-ed with golden thread, creating symbols of the days of Aegis. The symbols in which the races of Aegis, looked up upon, for internal strength. Long strands of blonde hair, blows along the winds to the east. As the moons' light shimmers on the figures' headband that is adorned with golden gems. Her pale face, raises her her head to gaze at the mystic wonders. Her lips slowly opened, as her lush Aegis tongue spoke softly in the wind.

 

              "This is the time, the Children of Aegis.... of Asulon....Anthos.... Become one."

 

She extends her right hand into sky, creating a sphere of light, shimmering in a golden color as it appears before her. Her fingertips gasping at the sphere of light. transforming from a sphere of light into a large golden staff before her. She bows her head slowly, as she pulls the staff towards her side. Peering at the staff that she has summoned,

 

 "Like Aegis, we protected the innocent. The children survived, the races protected."

 

Her slim hand guides down the staff, feeling the sturdiness of the staff. As she closes her eyes, her left hand grips onto the staff. The staff looked heavy for the human woman, as she whispers softly to herself. Her eyes suddenly open, transformed into a pair of gold-colored glowing eyes..

 

"And I shall raise my staff once more, to protect the innocent."

[Rig 17591]

Mythras readies himself for the combat, narrowing his eyes. He knew this day would come, now he must anticipate it's arrival. 

[Mephistophelian 977]

Leonardo gets close to solving the cipher, muttering down a few words as he walks through the fringe.

"Setherian, there will be four, harbingers, balrog(iuth), always, cried....

What does it mean....."

He continues walking, pushing his head to the limit, kicking a stone every now and then.

[Nathan_Barnett36 1564]

(( It's friday now and it's not open, if you are opening it tonight don't make it an est time like 6pm est because thats like 12 pm gmt. An ideal time would be 4 pm est, 9 pm gmt ))

[sprintindwarf 2 14]

Oh, I saw that temple about a week ago. I had been wondering what is was for and who built it. I can't wait for this event!

[Sporadic 2844]

Ellir shrugs and tosses away a crumpled and abused piece of paper, dripping with various colors of ink. She mentally scoffs at the Valah-kin and their silly Aenguls and their prophecies. "What kind of an evil lieutentant name is 'Skidrow'?" she beratingly tells nobody in particular, and goes on her merry way.

 

((I won't lie, that was tough.))

[MrJoshy 130]

Serenity sits quietly, sharpening a set of dual daggers that have long since been thrown aside into the depths of her closet. She didn't think that she was going to need them anytime soon, and so they are dull, and broken. She has taken the time to reinforce the iron with a set of olden Mali'ker blade making techniques, and so on. She hums softly, before looking down the stairs of her home. It is clear that they are not for her to use, though. There's not a single look of herself that has the intention of raising a blade.

"Sirius, come up here, please," she calls out. Some light ruffling of papers can be heard; it's clear that whomever she had called has been studying, or reading something of some sort. Soon enough, a handsome, though young boy stands in front of her. 

"Yes, mother?" the young man asks her, earning a warm smile from his elder. 

"Remember that thing I told you that might happen sometime soon?" she asks quietly, her ears flitting up and down, listening to the boy's clearly raising heartbeat, in this dead, cold room.

"Yes, why?" he asks once more, earning an even wider, though foreboding smile. He eyes her set of blades. 'She calls them daggers, yet they are large enough to be considered a set of shortswords,' he thinks.

"Get ready."

With that, she hands him the blades.
 

[firespirit44 1323]

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[Heff 2460]

Numerous of us in the human battle just died with no knockout... 

[Redbaron™ 690]