Supremacy 3361 Share Posted April 7, 2015 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rvNMEuedsJk Through the towns of Athera, excluding those who would despise magic (Oren) small gatherings of elves and men dressed in Crimson and Black. After a moment of silence and a flash of purple light they begin a chorus of gleeful song. Accompanied by the occasional puff of eldritch smoke and flare of voidal flame. Come one, come all!Abandon yer' mundane lives of oldCoop the hens and pen the mulesCome one, come all!Close the smithies and the marketsIt's the day for finding hearthsCome and join the CrimsonHeartsFar away in the Southerland of EmbermooreLives a guild o' spellswords, mages and sellswordsEv'ry man's a heart and hath a home down 'ereOnce again we be the Crimson HeartsCome and live a life o' discoveryVanquish boring life and dull melancholyTis' a delight to live at the Crimson HearthAnd with that, and a handful of penache, the Hearts would make their exit. Leaving only the fliers of the Crimson Heart behind, and of course some heart suit playing cards. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
VL 298 Share Posted April 7, 2015 Johannes de Vos picks up one of the fliers and frowns in disgust. "Like fire, hellfire, these heretics come and go. Their blasphemous ways must be stopped in the name of the Creator!" 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mob_Mauler 8 Share Posted April 7, 2015 Deavlin watched the group perform the song and then picked up a flier once they left. "Hmm... so they're in Embermoore..." he said as he crumpled up the flier and threw it to the ground. Deavlin walked south. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dohvi 622 Share Posted June 22, 2015 Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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