In The Light of Chaos

[Rig 17591]

Koeus rose, among a crowd of onlookers. Two figures stood at his sides, as he faced the group.

"The Maker has forsaken us, and in our folly we have let the Aenguls and Daemons contaminate this realm. We have allowed sin into Him in His glory, and it has allowed these atrocious plagues and ashen skies to trouble us. He who pities us is gone, and in our sin we have allowed His attackers to continue."

He raises his voice.

"You have allowed the kin of Iblees to harm our world, and obliterate our continents and cities for far too long. You have allowed them to war like spiteful children, as the Envoy of God peers down and unbeknownst to us urges us to aid Him; oh holy leaders of ours, are we not the children of Horen, Malin, and Urguan and Krug? Guide us into the Creator's arms once again. I urge you, I make this demand as a voice of the many rather than the few. Crusade them all, destroy the sinners who have brought this onto us in their selfishness and greed. They who'd usurp the Light of Heaven and the Throne of God,  they shall perish in the flames of retribution. They must all die or repent. We cannot allow the sin to degrade all of the innocents un-involved in this conflict!

"Deal with this taint, this sickness that feeds on our hearts and souls. This cannot be allowed to continue. This is unjust, and before the watchful gaze of God we shall strike down the heathens who have brought this to our doorstep!

 "The Tarhariaens must perish, as the Red Hand of God descends to grasp them as their fickle natures overlap those of our own, we will not sow the fields of despair and allow them to kill our children. We must do what's necessary, again shall I plead and beseech-- o' they who speak to God, guide us to our salvation, these Tahariaen Clerics have wrought our destruction time and time again. The destruction of Anthos, the Fringe, they agonize us and set free the metaphysical into our realm. End this."

Koeus awaited replies from those present, his visor staring and analyzing their features.




 

Edited September 24, 2015 by Rigorous

[Rig 17591]

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[_Jandy_ 3519]

Andwise, a proppah halfling, sits in front of the man as he speaks and plucks grass absent mindedly until the man's speech ends. Andwise looks up having no clue what the man just said and claps.

[James 425]

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