The Voice Of Insanity

[Dromui 755]

A single figure sits alone within the tunnels beneath the Embermoor, writing quickly and diligently.

 

"The ever-present darkness crushes upon the Embermoor this day. With the rumors spreading through the realm of Athera, the threat of war sits visibly upon the horizon for those whom call the Embermoor home, including the likes of the Ikuras Cult. Through my continued vigil of the Embermoor, many have begun to increase their work upon the fortress, as though the threat that has only recently shown itself has scared the likes of the Wraiths and other dark creatures that call this land their home.

 

With that being said, I fear this threat should be taken seriously by all, even us, followers of our Lord, Ikuras. Though we should not jump to conclusions of our places with the looming war, I feel we must discuss how it shall be handled. I call a meeting of our Cult and expect all whom receive this invitation to arrive. If I find it has been ignored, expect consequences and repercussions."

 

The letter is simply signed, Siggourdnbad.

 

Swiftly, birds of various species erupt from the Embermoor, screeching through the night sky as they move towards their intended targets.

 

Within the still halls of the Embermoor, the lone magi turns from the entrance of the tunnel, his gaze falling upon that of The Nightmare Weaver. Slowly the magi lowers the dark hood that covers his head, his crimson, messy locks cascade around his eyes, and hollow cheekbones. With a single nod towards The Nightmare Weaver, Skale would shuffle towards a single chair within the room, sitting upon it and beginning his silent vigil once more.

 

 

Warning

 

This roleplay has identified itself as a set environment and asks that those who would not be included due to in character setting, do not take part. Out of character issues will remain just that, out of character and shall be dealt with via private messaging.

[Watyll 1104]

The Nightmare Weaver floats gently after Siggourdnbad, proceeding to an isolated spot outside the fortress. He alights upon the ground and awaits the rest of his followers to arrive. 

[Taylor 504]

Asher's gaze shifts down toward the letter dropped before him, his figure slowly bending downward to grasp and elevate the letter to his eye level. The man's odd blue eyes slowly read over the letter, as if making sure he takes in every letter upon the piece of parchment. As he sees the name 'Siggourdnbad' signed at the letter's end, he quickly turns and departs at a hasty pace toward the Embermoor. Upon arriving, he'd nod his head toward The Nightmare Weaver as he strides into the gate, quickly descending into the tunnels below as he nods to Siggourdnbad, the one he calls, Skale.

[Sky 0]

Virak makes his way around the tunnels, rooms and other areas he sees fit to venture into, before spotting a familiar face send out a letter. Out of curiosity he watches, before walking off and later on he notices figures arriving and assumes this was the reason of the letter. Due to his curiosity, and need to see things through to the end, Virak stands at a safe distance and observes. 

[Dromui 755]

Skale turns as he sees the man enter, then noting the appearance of Virak he frowns. "Asher, go to where the ghoul ate the woman alive." Skale says standing, hurrying out of the room and disappearing down the corridors. He calls back suddenly. "Make sure the Weaver notifies the others!"

[Sky 0]

Virak frowns, kicking at a stone near his foot and walks away, returning to the reinforcing of the fortress's structure. 

[Taylor 504]

Asher quickly rushes out of the structure with a sigh, giving the Weaver Skale's message as he passes by.

[Trips 344]

Another cloaked figure headed towards the destination in quiet, careful steps. He kept glancing past his shoulders, his eyes scanning the area for people whose presence would most likely not be required. Zaviel's eyes following the foliage, he stops in his steps by a rough and dark barked tree, kicking murky bog-water of Embermoor off boots against the roots of the tree. After cleaning his shoes, he noticed a shadowy silhouette of a figure heading away from the towering fortress that loomed before him only a few dozens of metres ahead him. Narrowing his eyes, he begins following the figure in the woods; finally he recognizes the figure as Asher. "Asher?" He asked in a tone not much louder than a crackle produced by a stick breaking under someone's feet, though, it wasn't enough. Instead, Zaviel ended up following Asher all the way to the designated meeting spot, stalking the man some feet away from him, yet indistinguishable from the foliage.

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

            Kraal carefully walks though the dark corridors, nothing coming from the Lich but many joins cracking as they shift and carry his movement towards the hall where the Weaver and Skale sit. His jaw drops low as he skeletal toes dig into the stone, carrying him towards and available seat as he takes his place.

[Watyll 1104]

The Nightmare Weaver floats out, past Aerxuis and Kraal. He beckons them to follow outside. Slowly the figure hovers out from the swamp, to the isolated place far from any prying eyes, where Skale and Asher wait. The being floats over to Asher, tilting its head curiously at him, before raising a pale limb and delivering a vicious slap with the back of his hand to Asher's face. Its head then swivels to Skale, neck popping as it regards him, normally amused countenance utterly devoid of humor or patience. It opens it's mouth in a rasp.

 

"Do'tilam do-thara Siggourdnbad. Badurz-rud hearr nuzk kalathgnu-ka. O'kuram-rud do'sek tergnu."

[Trips 344]

Zaviel comes out of the woods as he noticed the rest arrive. He makes his way towards Asher and Skale, but before he even managed to utter a single word out of his mouth; he sees Asher getting slapped. The expression written on his face was questioning, clearly several scenarios ran through his mind, taking in consideration that the meeting spot had changed on the fly. He walks over to Aerxuis instead, giving him a light nod in greeting as he stops in his steps.

[Taylor 504]

Asher's head quickly turns as he's slapped, though he wouldn't mutter a word and or make a peep or a sound. He rubs his jaw and slowly turns his gaze back over to Skale and The Nightmare Weaver, keeping silent.

[Dromui 755]

Skale steps forward, placing a hand gently upon the shoulder of Asher before just as softly pushing him back. He focuses on a single horn of The Nightmare Weaker for a moment, before his eyes begin to wander, studying the creature that was once Kknotos intensely. After several seconds of such scrutinizing, his gaze would settle onto the lips of the creature. Skale would then clear his throat before speaking, nodding slowly.

 

"Though that is true, Kknotos. We are the four Horsemen for a reason. We work together to serve our Lord. He may of shown you obvious favor through this sudden transformation, but we are all equals in the eyes of chaos and with that being said, what has to be said is more important than your or my station in the eyes of Ikuras. Can we simply drop this squabble and move on to more pressing matters?"

[Samson Option 9652]

((Im not trying to be mean, but I think I should invest in Copyright patents at this point lol))

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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