The Forbidden Messenger

[Tsuyose 3285]

 

An olden figure, known by many as Vorroch stood tall once more, having managed to survive his turning twice, casts his gaze up. Exhaling a faint sigh. His gaze then dipped down, Arms extending and hands clamping around the center of his stave, an ivory skull adorned upon the head of the stave. As he lifts the staff a scarlet miasma exhales from between the jaws of the skull, fueled with necromantic smog that delves down into the depths of the earth, sapping away its very life. The disturbance causes the murder of crows to take flight, delivering messages to each and every Necromancer and Lich known alive by the Coven once lead by the Wraiths.

 

 

"Brothers and sisters, our coven has split in three indeed, perhaps on the brink of a cold dark war between one another. These times are rough for us, especially with the Wraiths having abandoned us all under their contract.

 

Do not forget the roots of your power, where it all began. Do not forget your brothers and sisters.

 

- Vorroch."

 

 

Four more are sent, one to each Wraith thought alive by Adorellan. Lucky, Nimdravur, Vinzakra and Ordos.

 

"We seek your aid for times are tough, our kin are split and those loyal to you are lost. I ask now, where are you?

 

- Vorroch, Adorellan."

 

The one sent to Lucky, however, would fly around aimlessly until or if it could ever manage to locate him.

 

Beneath each note would be a symbol sketched in roughly with a piece of charcoal.

 

 

[[i ask that only those who plays a Necromancer  bound/was once bound to the contract to reply here.]]

[Icecreeper4 100]

Clutched in the talons of a rather rotten messenger bird is a skull-bleached white by age. It drops the skull in front of Vorroch then waits quietly nearby- seemingly for a response. Upon examination, a scroll bearing the all seeing eye is found stuffed in one of the eye sockets.

 

 

The scroll reads:

 

 

The Covenant of Embers extends an olive branch to a former brother.

Much has changed in your absence. 

Will you make the right choice?

[GDPR 014 48]

The black robed figure that is Cer'Xion takes hold of the letter within its metal-and-leather-covered digits, creating a few wrinkles on the parchment. The mouth slit of its mask exhales a short sigh, fueled with both relief and relish. The hollowed gaze of its metallic visage rose, towards the ancient ruins the figure stands on. 

 

"An old friend shows himself...what joy." 

 

Moments after, a raven settles itself on Cer'Xion's shoulder, a different paper being handed to it, which wraps around a leg. The being whispers to the bird,

 

"Gerrand godar nuzk ngalm. Gynkow kon care." The bird then flew off, traversing the air until it found Adorellan, delivering him the letter that Cer'Xion had made. [i'll PM you the contents.]

[Parkins 550]

Ger'Veran would scan over the letter, remaining silent throughout, before handing it to a nearby ghoul, as he thinks on what to do. He sends no letter back, and would return to his dwelling to think.

[Zarsies 6795]

No reply is brought from the horned boy.

[The Fact Core 511]

"Let's have some party! Why should we stay in the dark corners of the towns if we are more than able to spook everyone out and worship us! MurrYohoho! It's like fun time of being a spooky, scary, scarecrow!"

 

The obviously psychotic, yet gentleman like scarecrow called Boogie Man laughs evilish like a real, top class villain, sliding a finger down along his drawn moustache.

[Swgrclan 2682]

No reply comes from the Lord of Infliction, whom gains no message within his sealed cavern.

[Geo 1415]

In the middle of a field a figure rests in a throne made of cobbled rocks, the white robe in which it wears flows in the wind.  He enjoys the silence of the plains, yet a little brave critter dares challenge his tranquillity.  Stickly talons pitter-patter softly upon his hand, small feathery head turning side to side quickly with twitching curiosity.  As the crow pecks habitually against the fabric of his sleeves, he plucks the scroll from its talon and reads it with interest.  Eventually he lays it down, a surprised look upon his face.

 

"I bide anonymous, faceless, pure - yet one within this world is intelligent enough to track me down, even through a grand transcendance..."

He runs a cold finger across a specific word written upon the page. 'Lucky'

 

"-and how, messenger of the gods, hath you found me here.  I have left name. scent and appearance behind.  I bet I may take a very good guess." He narrows his eyes upon the single word. "Even now, despite all things, one still knows me as Lucky."

 

He attaches a small note to the crow's talons, lifting it gently in his hands, he marks its head with a small cross out of nearby wet mud before letting it free into the air.  The note, returning to Adorellan states simply.

 

"Attone."

[Ventai 291]

No reply is returned from Corvo

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

​Coltaine Wick would receive one such crow happily for the crow after all is his favored bird, taking the note from the crow he read it briskly and quickly scratched out a reply "I remember my brothers and sisters, that sorry lot of spook pushers",He'd then send the crow to do crow things

[Heero 4092]

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