The Golden Prophet Falls

[Tsuyose 3285]

Fourth of Sun’s Smile, 1487.

 

And there he stood, the Golden Prophet of Xan. Xath, the divine Paladin. Stood upon the mountain range above Angren. Eyes narrowed and fingers curled up into fists. His armour clanked lightly beneath the moons gaze, glimmering with a faint golden hue. Suddenly, his gaze dipped to the miasma writhing amongst the cold stone ground below, face screwing up in disgust.

  “You’ve taken the capital of loving kingdom, slaughtered innocent, brave young men.. You’ve even taken the life of the King.”   He drawls, casting his gaze to the right,  facing the newly arrived figure which stunk of death and disease.

 

Jinn, the lanky, foul Darkspawn had arrived. Beside him would be two armoured cultists, bearing cheeky little grins. Jinn’s eyes ignited into a deep crimson hue, fueled with lust for the burning of the Paladin. He elevated his right, boney arm. Uncurling his ivory index finger and pointed towards Xath.

 

“Can a man be brave if he is afraid?”

 

Jinn asked not out of curiousity but in mere amusement of the Guardian. A soft, croaky chuckle rumbled up from the depths of its skeletal body, the other two cultists started chuckling in fear. They, the sheep. Jinn their Shepherd.

 

  “That is the only time a man can be brave.”   He replies with, right arm extending and a golden mist excretes from around his hand, soon producing a sword of golden light. Jinn stepped forth, muttering to the cultists to remain behind. Above, the clouds rolled in and a storm began to brew. Dark, ancient magic was at play here, quite evidently so as Jinn began to produce an onyx, opaque smog which began to litter the ground, readying himself for a battle. A serrated blade held tightly within its right, skeletal hand.

 

And with that, a battle raged on. The two who couldn’t feel exhaustion battled for an hour straight, lightening struck down at random intervals, colliding against the cold stone. Bursts of Aengulic fire spouted out here and there, beckoning the attention of others. A few gathered, daring not to interfere in the battle. A few more Darkspawn watched from their Citadel. The blades struck amongst one another multiple times.. until.. A large thunder bellowed across the lands of Athera. An opaque, onyx lightning shot down from the blackened heavens and straight into Xath, however Jinn had also been impaled at that exact moment, causing the wretched Darkspawn to retreat back a few steps and heaving heavily. The power of the blade wasn’t strong enough to kill the spawn of dark due to the onyx lightning. It injured Jinn, however. In fury, a cultists stomped forth and jutted his blade forth with force, delving into a weak part of the armour and right into Xath and out the otherside. Soon, the cultist tugged the blade out, heaving heavily. Smeared across his blade would be golden ichor which also began to dribble out from Xath’s wound. Jinn marched forward, right arm extended and hand planted upon Xath’s forehead, glaring towards the Divine Paladin, forcing the weakened ‘man’ onto his knees.

 

  “We could’ve purged the Ascended.. We could’ve ravaged these lands. If only you  had said yes instead of defending those.. Disgraceful Clerics. You will die now. Your wife is next. Then your Brotherhood.. and then the rest of this world. The Archdemon demands it, Herun Athna.”   It muttered, elevating its large, steel blade.

 

Xath sluggishly cocked his head up, eyes wide before gritting his teeth together.. Finally, he spoke.

 

  “I would never work with The Blight. The Descendants prevailed against Setherien and now they will against Iblees.”   With that, his eyes closed. His heart thumped and he whispered a small prayer.. praying for his Aengul.. praying for Xan to protect his band of loyal followers more than anything.. yet, he got no response.

 

Jinn swung his blade down, aiming to lob Xath’s head off from his body. Gripping onto Xath’s golden locks tightly with his ivory, skeletal fingers. 

Suddenly, a blast of golden light erupted from Xath and with that another thunderous roar bellowed across the lands of Athera.

 

The Golden Fragment Of What Once Was remained. Glowing brightly with a golden hue. Jinn’s two loyal cultists retrieved the fragment and walked off with the piece. Jinn locked it away within the foul nether where only he could find it.

The Divine Paladin had fallen.

Or had he?

 

 

Xath isn't dead, just to note. I will resume my event line for if I return.

 

[!]

 

And with that, I say my farewell to the community of LoTC. It's been a pleasure. I quite simply have no interest in LoTC anymore and I'd rather not fill up a GM position when someone else could take it.

 

[Fireheart 2777]

((Farewell, thank you for all the things you have done for the community.

[ℤ∃ʁ∅ 823]

((See you later cow man ;-; I will still love you.. be safe and keep in touch :)

[Malaise 1570]

The Prophet of Iblees stands upon the citadel mount of Dras Angral, watching in morbid silence as his underling snuffs out the illumine soul of Xath; Truly, no light can defeat the creeping darkness of the Arch-Daemon's shadow.

[+ Reggieo + 112]

I'm going to Miss you Moo! Safe Travels and go and smash the world! - Another saint to get out the LotCZone

[Smithers 388]

[DISCOLIQUID 2727]

[[ I'll miss you, even though we had only a few talks.]]

[~ Fiend ~ 611]

In an empty room bathed with light, a woman with long blonde hair sat in a single chair, staring at where one might find a window on the empty walls if this were anything but a dream.

As she heard the footsteps enter, she turned. She was younger than Herun remembered, here, and... she could smile.

"So you're here," Sarah stood, taking Herun's hands and gently pulling him along to a bed that had appeared in the corner, "You've earned a rest, brother. The others will want to see you, but not until you've acclimated."

She walks straight for the wall, light parting before her, but she pauses briefly, "..you fought well, just remember that. You wouldn't be here if Xan didn't agree."

Sarah blows a kiss, disappearing into the unknown beyond.

[Heff 2460]

[Joe_Blackman 253]

"It will only be a matter of time." The skeletal being mutters from an undetermined location. "Soon, we will all be plunged from The Cycle. One by one, these daft men and women who consider themselves 'holy' will comprehend that their pride is guiding them in the incorrect road. We will all be free from the chains that clutch in this cycle, all of us. Even you, Xath." With a countenance not defined, he maintains a monotonous glare on the golden fragment he directs his speech to in a grim silence; manifold thoughts were running through his mind.


((Good, good read but... WHY MAN?))

[Giga 357]

You were a quality GM and a valued member of the community and all the teams you were on. Thanks for everything and good luck with everything you go on to do!

[Raptorious 1899]

The Herald of Ruin stands atop the Citadel of Dras Angral, beside the High Prophet of Iblees. His ragged black robe fluttering in the wind, his now blackened crown complimenting the shadowy scene that was once his Kingdom. The fallen King of Renatus, the Black Captain of the Heralds of War, watches from afar as his old friend falls to the darkness in a flash of light.

 

Though he does not stir. Not a tear from the fallen king, nor motion of sorrow.

 

 

 

There is no light that can defeat the darkness.

[dandan1350 479]

Garahel glanced up towards the sky, a neutral and calm expression lighting the shadowed mans face as he journeyed about his usual trek of the outlying wilds. A simple nature walk bringing a calm and peaceful feeling to him, however he was to be stripped of his peace this day.  A sudden emptiness filled him as his heart skipped a beat, body crumbling as his legs went weary, visions flooding his mind as he felt a cold overtake his form. 

 

"N.. No.." He clutched down at the grass beneath him, arms shaking visibly with a mixed web of emotion. Fury and sorrow being their many contributors as they nearly gave way under the sudden heavy weight upon his shoulders. "Why.." He mumbled quietly, struggling to croak out the words in a broken voice. For once in nearly seventy years since his ascension he had never felt so broken. Unlike anything he had ever felt before the man of silver plate wept, guilt and grief clear in his heart now.

 

 

It took many days for him to regain his strength, to feel the push and drive to live on at this point. His only beacon, his brother taken from him without him even knowing why. He only knew he felt empty and void now. He passed the gates of Avalon slowly, clothes replaced to show him as Daniel once more. Paled in comparison to his normal tanned flesh, eyes hollow and dark rims of sleepless nights clear upon him. His body was trembling as he struggled to step his way in but he continued still and made his way to the solace of being by himself again, locking himself in his tower.

 

A funeral would be held for his brother, in the rites of the sacred order they once served together in. And no mercy be shown to those who caused would cause this event. 

 

 

 

((Goodbye, friend.

 

))

[GodEmperorFlam 3447]

Katari is not smiling the sun's smile...

[TeaLulu 1783]

From atop the plataeu upon which sat Dragon's Peak, an armored figure stood solitary. The colors of her armor, silver steel and blue cloth, mimiced the colors of a house not her own. Her right hand laid over her chest, her thumb and index finger gently clutching the obisidan figure of an amulet, strung about her neck by a blackened steel chain. She had watched the storm rage over Angren from the safety of Petrus, on another's insistence. When the storm finally subsided and she was given leave, she had hurried to Dragon's Peak so as to survey the damage...and see for herself the spreading taint.

 

The scene caused her heart to wretch, accompanied by a sickly turning of the stomach. She had fought for this place once, under threat of invasion. She had fought for their freedom, though she cared little for the politics of it. But here the place stood occupied by an evil like no other, infested with a blight that it now seemed no light could purge.

 

With the amulet in hand the woman tilted her head back and looked towards the cloudy sky of churning grey. The rain had long sensed passed to but a drizzle, but still it continued in a solemn silence over the lands of the children of Horen. As the rain had fallen it had matted her hair, causing her pigtails to dampen and hang heavily. She spoke quietly, but a murmur that was oft drowned out by the distant rumbling of thunder. A query for another.

 

"I do not know if you listen, but I do not know whom else aside from the Creator to beseech. Xan, please. We have lost so much. I have tried, please believe me. With what little I know and what little I can do, I have tried. But I feel...I feel no matter what, I have failed. Sir Adorellan is dead...I did not know what he was until after the fact, but still I could not keep from crying. Perhaps he was a bad man, but...do bad people not ever deserve light? Do they not ever deserve protection? Perhaps it was the lack of it in the first place that turned them into what they became.

 

I could not protect Castor and so he I failed also. I could not stand against the Undead, nor against the man in the grey who came for him. They took him away yet he is not lost. Can I...save him? Is there but a way, a path I've yet to see?

 

I wasn't in Angren when they came. Could I have done anything? Would I have died as well? Had I only known, even so, I would have gone, and laid down my life for all who fell. Grandmother is bedridden for the news of so much death and destruction, though I do not know whose has struck her worse. Knowing her, they were all a piece of her heart, now broken. Shattered. I cannot go to her side, nor did she ask such of me, knowing I would likely not be allowed to leave again. Still I am reminded of what she taught me was of importance in this life. Family. Fidelty. Freedom.

 

You have given us so much already, but please. Please. I beseech you, nay, beg of you. I will bend the knee, a thing my grandfather forbade us ever do, if that is what need be done. Grant me the power to protect. Help me find the strength to stand. Give me the bravery to guard those who cannot do so for themselves. Allow me to wield the blade of your light, and shatter the chains of those enslaved to the dark. I will serve you and your cause as you serve the Creator and his with all might, until the day I pass, if you but allow me this."

 

She grew silent then and lowered her gaze. She set her eyes upon the pendant in her hands nigh invisible in the darkened gloom of the day. It was not oft it saw light, hidden away within her undershirt. But with a glint from it's eyes she looked up and saw the clouds part, the drizzle ebbing to an end. Though thunder rolled still through the distant horizon the storm itself passed, the curtain of clouds falling to give way to the sun. With a smile on her lips and a fire in her heart the woman tucked the pendant away and allowed it rest once more. The flames were not to be quenched, an eternally burning fire. And though it slept now, soon it would awaken with fury.

((At work will add fancy colors later and pictures, if the text is unreadable someone change it to default colors pls.))