A New Coven

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

This is directed at Covenant Necromancers/Adherence Cultists.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

           Alrian strolls the new Adherency grounds, scowling as he sees the weak cultists building a godly monastery to worship in falsehood. A sickening cough is heard, looking to the side there is a cultist coughing up his own blood. Upset about leaving Embermoor, some cultists willfully argue with the necromancers… Necromancers, the dishonorable filth that failed to follow in the footsteps of the Yir’Sari Naruntah’Jynx. The Adherency is a creation of pure evil, and they fail to comply with others. The cultists are weak and slow, the necromancers killing themselves by living in such poor conditions within the swamp. Alrian disapproved.

            The monastery is unfinished, however ghouls hauling large bricks and setting them in place. Alrian begins to climb high upon the unfinished building, where he can stand above all. He peers down at the cultists, his visage turning into a product of hatred. A cultist comes behind him, angered, placing a hand on his shoulder and attempting to force him towards the exit. Alrian grows even more unstable, a black mist seeping out of the pores of his forearm, enveloping his hand. He forcefully places his hand upon the cultist’s head, the taint making its way unto his mind “Go down there and listen,” says Alrian. The cultist does not argue back, making his way to the courtyard as he gathers other cultist’s attention, gesturing towards Alrian.

 

“My brothers and sisters!” He’d shout, gesturing to the full party of necromancers present, few in number “I grow angered by your pathetic means.” The necromancers trade expressions, pursing their lips under their hoods or masks. “You abandoned reason. You abandoned the reason we all signed for! You spat upon your friend, Naruntah’Jynx! You follow the orders of dishonorable men! You build a holy monastery to hide the evil you conduct!”

 

A great pause occurs, no one speaking, just looks of disbelief.

 

“No… You abandoned reason!” He’d shout, “I am leaving this pathetic sideshow, I am going to form a new Covenant under the law of equality!”

 

Another pause occurs…

“Who will come with me?!”

[Rig 17591]

The Mystic silently watches. 

[Tsuyose 3285]

After a ten year disappearance, a looming and emaciated Weaver arrives just as Alrian finishes and has but only one question to ask, for now.

 

"Covenant under the law of equality? What do you mean?" 

[Alakabam 582]

"Twix" feels a shiver run across his spine as he looks up at Alrian. After some seconds his head would slowly start to bob from side to side, clearly not pleased with the words being said.

"And where have you been? Why would anyone follow you.."

He'd grin momentarily before slowly grabbing hold off the few tools still laying around and starting to work once again.

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

 

After a ten year disappearance, a looming and emaciated Weaver arrives just as Alrian finishes and has but only one question to ask, for now.

 

"Covenant under the law of equality? What do you mean?" 

 

 

"All weavers under this Covenant are equal! We do not judge by power, race, religion, language. As long as you follow the footsteps of the first weaver, you are seen as an equal among us!"

[Kardel 1054]

 The Ebon Hold, Acrebus looms over the Embermoor, almost inviting in nature. 

[Ventai 291]

An slender elven weaver stands idle as Alrian spoke, A moment of silence long lasted until a few words escaped his lips out into the air.

 

 "The Adherency breed nothing but unintelligent swine. Together there shall be change. I shall go with you."

[Parkins 550]

Ger'Veran would keep his masked visage, locked upon the face of Alrian, as he leans against the black and tangled root of wood he carries.

 

"You are a fool, Alrian.. we have betrayed nothing. If anyone here has betrayed us, it is now you. I have not seen you here for many moons now, and yet you come to stir unrest? I shall stay with the Adherency, and retain my spot on the Black Council. I expect all others to do the same, and ignore this Oath-Breaker."

[TavernLich 324]

A cloaked figure strides behind Ger'Veran, resting hand atop his shoulder. The figure's head swiveling to face Alrian, "Whomever you are... You are a fool. How dare you talk to the Adherency like that?!?" He'd exclaim, a hint between a mixture of hate and rage trailing after his voice. "I will stay, for without loyalty, we are lone wolves, wolves that are no longer the hunter... But the prey."

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

"Twix" feels a shiver run across his spine as he looks up at Alrian. After some seconds his head would slowly start to bob from side to side, clearly not pleased with the words being said.

"And where have you been? Why would anyone follow you.."

He'd grin momentarily before slowly grabbing hold off the few tools still laying around and starting to work once again.

 

            "The Adherency is frail and weak. It has abandoned the reason it was meant for, it is nothing but a falsehood of weavers who betray their true meaning." 

 

 

Ger'Veran would keep his masked visage, locked upon the face of Alrian, as he leans against the black and tangled root of wood he carries.

 

"You are a fool, Alrian.. we have betrayed nothing. If anyone here has betrayed us, it is now you. I have not seen you here for many moons now, and yet you come to stir unrest? I shall stay with the Adherency, and retain my spot on the Black Council. I expect all others to do the same, and ignore this Oath-Breaker."

 

 

            "I figured you would stay, Ger'Veran, this is not a surprise to me. Folly."

 

A cloaked figure strides behind Ger'Veran, resting hand atop his shoulder. The figure's head swiveling to face Alrian, "Whomever you are... You are a fool. How dare you talk to the Adherency like that?!?" He'd exclaim, a hint between a mixture of hate and rage trailing after his voice. "I will stay, for without loyalty, we are lone wolves, wolves that are no longer the hunter... But the prey."

 

            "How interesting for you to depict it that way... I assure, you'll be the prey, hooded-mongrel."

[Drak3 442]

A hooded female stands while listening to Alrian. A small sigh escaping her lips as a trail of misted air follows.

 

"I see no real reason in announcing any of this. There has been others in the past, who have left and gone astray on their own intentions. I see no reason why we must separate ourselves even further as it will only weaken us in time. 

 

The figure gives a nod before falling silent once more.

[Rig 17591]

​"Annihilation of the old, in with the new." Speaks the Acerbus. 
 

[susitsu 871]

A hooded figure in a white mask quietly watches the declaration. As the white-haired weaver makes his decision apparent, he lowers his head slightly, as if in acknowledgement. He turns, saying quietly "Couldn't be more right, young Elf."

[Taylor 504]

Asher's arms fold a cross his chest, a small groan escaping his lips as he turns, his right hand rising to rub his eye as he begins to murmur, "I don't see a point in staying within this coven any further.. I'll join the others, despite the obvious incoming conflict." He seems to grumble the last few words, slowly beginning to trudge off and away from the Moor.

[TavernLich 324]

Zalaruun peels his hood free, breaking off from the general crowd as he'd stealthily clamber atop the monastery. Slinging alongside the shadows as he looms ever closer to Alrian, whispering in his ear. "I cannot simply join you on word alone, I need protection... A new pack if you will. I want to see strength, your cause is just, but I need proof you have the power to make it rightfully so." He'd huff, retreating back to the darkness...