A Massacre In Ker'nor

[Rig 17590]

It was an eerie evening, the sky lit up with the lights of day, before it all flicked into a quest for blood. And so the two set upon a lone victim, hoping for an easy capture. As more and more men joined the fight the two attackers, the Acer began to both tire as they were battered and struck and harmed repeat upon repeat.

They gained no respite, not until their Lord arrived to save them. 

"Victory," rasped the Seer known as Kaegaz'arai, as he and his servant Koraz made their overdue exit to journey homewards.  

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The next morning, after 19th of the First Seed, 1509; there was a gruesome sight for the men and women of Ker'nor to behold. 

Two Archon corpses, Ordinator Alakagh, and Durza mangled and bloody lying near to the gate.. beheaded? And the tattered damaged corpse of Jayce, slain in pieces in front with torn limbs lying about. A large simple Eye drawn with blood, etched into the center of the grounds set before the gates, along with a note fancifully written.


You shall never lie a hand on a Seer of Aerk'iath again, citizens of Ker'nor. Nor will you harbor clerics, Taharians and Paladins included. This bloodbath will continue in the name of our Ancestors, and the name of the ever-living Lord of Fate Aerk'iath. This is your final warning, submit and you will be shown mercy.If you do not, you can guess what we will do. You will never find respite above the earth to hide from God's holy hand.
The Envoy lives on, and you may not. 

The Lord of Endurance
 

[Supah 334]

Ordinator Arveldir Des'Nox picks up the note and keeps it from the eyes of the men and women of ker'nor, bringing it to his father Dak'ir and huffing, "No idea who this Lord of Endurance is. Sounds like a bit of an ass."

[Baconthief 682]

Mizz prepares crucifixion crosses for the ferals. He may be seen outside the city, shaving down the lumber.This is the only indication, as the note was given to dak'ir, that something is not usual.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

A clatter is heard as another arrow is thrown onto the pile at the feet of Artimec. He heard that there was bloodshed coming, the elf had already fought in wars countless and was now enjoying a hard won peace...but did he miss the thrill of the fight?

He gathers up the arrows and puts them in his quiver, slinging his longbow over his back, an eager malicious grin on his features.

"Finally."

[ThumperJack 927]

Demagol shakes his head, staring at the eye of blood on the ground, quietly examining it, then glancing upward at the bodies "Cultis's." Then walks home, suddenly smirking with an idea "Clan ou'n...'unt some cultis's..miogh' be fun."

[Dakirennis 959]

Dak'ir scowls as he reads over the note before tossing it into the flames of his forge.

 

"We do not shirk at pitiful cultists. They strike when they know it's safe. Let us meet them in force then, hm? Ancestors know that once they see even numbers they skitter away like rats. When next they arrive at our gates, we'll deal with them as simply as we deal with all nuisances that find themselves smacking their heads against the bars."

[__WaterFox__ 636]

"Aer'kiath or Iblees. They seem to support nothing but chaos" Alirya angrily says as she studies te scene. She would also make other comments, but they were very disjointed

[zaezae 1098]

Varasa, still busy on her long, self-punishing trek into the bush to live from the land feels dishonor in the air. She feels the urge to purge somebody, something, somewhere.

[Knox213 10]

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