Reunification

[Eleatic 1033]

 
Darkness encroached the forest as the two figures approached the center. A small circular clearance in the otherwise clouded overgrowth was their meeting place. None spoke for a time, and it was only the poetic rambling of the Mortal Man which shook the beginning of diplomacy: “I know that in the past your kind has faced atrocities, persecution--” It went on in a vein such as this, scarce mentions came about of Blood Magic in cloudy verse, until at last the armor spoke in interruption, and advanced a step, his voiced billowed out from the clearance.  

 

“NO PHILOSOPHY. NO MALICE. NO RIDDLES. SPEAK NOW, MORTAL, YOU’RE ARGUING FOR LIFE!”

 

The smaller figure interrupted his speech, and held a finger at his collar. before the truth came out in rise. “I've come to broker peace.” The Armor grunted, and stepped forward, the smaller man not speaking: “Who are you to broker peace for Draoi?” There was a pause, for a moment, until it spoke. “Prophet of the Archdragon, Wrought of Crimson.” It was all it took. The armor erupted, it’s helmet twitched and shook as it begin to roar out:

 

“YOU FILTH DARE APPROACH US? DARE ATTEMPT TO RECONCILE THE PAST? YOU DARE TO PRESUME?!”

 

The ground behind the Mage rifted, splintered, rose a few inches off the ground in the darkness.

 

 
The Darkness grew deeper, almost as though it took notice as Tensions rose. The Blood Mage, once again, began to speak, and this time in perfect clarity: "You've faced persecution in the past, good lord..but not by us. We seek to reconcile." The Knight, once again, erupted, though this time in a slightly deteriorated anger: "RECONCILE!? YOU ENSLAVED US! YOU STOLE OUR SOULS!" The Blood Mage, intermittent through the Knights' rambling, once again spoke, "That was not us, but our predecessors. The Knight stopped his speech, and looked down, before speaking now in a more composed nature.

"Plead your case, Mage."
 
The Forest of Fiandria seemed to go silent as the Knight spoke those words, and the Blood Mage began, in words almost like a whisper, unheard. All that happened next went with the nod of the Dread Lord, and after a moment, it lifted it's gauntlet. The other man took it, shaking the Dread Lord's hand. The Knight, abruptly in the middle of the handshake, pulled the Man toward himself with extreme strength, hoisting him up feet off the ground, and whispering in his ear. The Dread Lord threw the man to the ground in front of himself, and said one last word audibly: "Don't make me regret this."

 

One phrase, in the mind of the Dreadlord, echoed out, and seemed to gnaw at him as he made his way back to Embermoor, one word which had been spoken and recalled by all Knights in terror before him, and it was this.
 
Remember Lythien.
 
The circular clearance, soon after, once again turned to silence. The silence was overarching, not the animals of the forest nor the thrush of the autumn leaves settled it. It was a meeting to be recalled in history, and yet still, the forest fell into the dark.
 

 

[Blundermore 2741]

((Unless this was Urasept on the only remaining bloodmage character related to the Dread Knights the Bloodmage referred to here is not related nor has the powers/abilities used to created the first Dreadknights in the first place.

 

Do not mistake the Bloodmages that created the Dreadknights to the currently accepted blood magic, which has nothing to do with the abilities the Bloodmages possessed nor the lore/story behind it.))

[Eleatic 1033]

((Unless this was Urasept on the only remaining bloodmage character related to the Dread Knights the Bloodmage referred to here is not related nor has the powers/abilities used to created the first Dreadknights in the first place.))

((Was Swgr's bloodmage, nor did any part of the post claim that this was one of your blood mages. I can't imagine a Dread Knight would realize the difference.))

[Swgrclan 2682]

The Bloodmage Valgautr is left within the forest he had taken claim to; bittered by the act of being tossed around by the stronger construct of spite, though relieved by the success of his silver-tongued words. He would stand and utter to himself prayers to his Archdragon; alone and in peace, undisturbed. He would walk into the shadow of the trees while scoffing a jagged chortle of victory, hissing something metallic as his person dispersed from the place of meeting.

"N͡o͏w ̢c̀ome̶s̨ ̡t͡h̕e Grim-Mi̴n̵d͝.̡"̶

[ No need for these notices, Blundermore. Things are being moderated adequately. ]

[Jonificus 2741]

((Unless this was Urasept on the only remaining bloodmage character related to the Dread Knights the Bloodmage referred to here is not related nor has the powers/abilities used to created the first Dreadknights in the first place.

 

Do not mistake the Bloodmages that created the Dreadknights to the currently accepted blood magic, which has nothing to do with the abilities the Bloodmages possessed nor the lore/story behind it.))

((Unfortunately I don't think the majority of people will know that ICly.

[Heff 2460]

((Unless this was Urasept on the only remaining bloodmage character related to the Dread Knights the Bloodmage referred to here is not related nor has the powers/abilities used to created the first Dreadknights in the first place.

Do not mistake the Bloodmages that created the Dreadknights to the currently accepted blood magic, which has nothing to do with the abilities the Bloodmages possessed nor the lore/story behind it.))

((Unless you don't wanna be a buzzkill <3 why not help them get correct lore and revive the fun RP that once was instead of shooting them down immediately because they decided to do something that they (the bloodmage involved) wasn't there for ))

Fumble looks out into the dark woods across the hills out his window, putting away his story on The Halfling and the Dread Knight. He gets little sleep, dreaming of dread Knights storming the Dale.

[Glyc 234]

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