The Dark Congressional Summons

[Swgrclan 2682]

 

 

Sent all across the world are figures clad in an amalgam of black cloaks and ragged armanents; their goal sending them staggering through the lands in search of those whom their held packages are addressed to. Within the possession of these ghoulish messengers of ominous silence and unspoken purpose are writs, letters, invitations -- all copied upon yellow documents, written in the same ink, message forged by the same hand. Should the messengers find those they seek and are greeted without hostility, they would relay to them these writs before walking off into the obscure of the night they came upon, as silent as they came.

Their message, bound by a seal of black, unmarked wax, would read as thus upon the binding being broken:

“Vassal of Aengudaemonica or Adherent of Xion;

You and your kind have been selected to attend a moot of great importance in the realms of remnant Man, for it is by the will of the herald of Embers, Vapor of Apex, that the first Dark Congress of Xion is scheduled to commence in the coming Provident’s (or Elven, Saint or Stone) days. The Dark Congress is an ancient tradition of Xion, in which those of the Way of Man and others, primarily those deemed their opposition or rivals, are called to coalesce and meet under pacifistic meeting so that productive discussion, debate and most prominently solutions to concurrent issues may be determined.

The first Dark Congress is to transpire in the next few Provident’s Days, with the meeting point itself consisting of the ancient Elven ruin (determined to be some kind of water well of greater magnitude) which lies some few miles from the oaken cityscape domain of the Wood Elves. By the honorable tradition of Dark Congress, and by the honor of Man and His Way, the following rules shall be enforced upon all whom attend:

- Weapons shall not be carried into the place of congress;

- All forms of magics shall not be cast in the place of congress, under the premise of inflicting harm upon one side or the other;

- And peace shall be retained in the congress to assure discourse may transpired undeterred.

As those of Xion are free to attend as per their invitation, Aengudaemonic orders whom receive this missive are only allowed to send one representative as per their singular order, per order, and with only one to two seperate attendees allowed to accompany them -- and under the premise that they, too, are apart of the invited Aengudaemonic conglomerates.

May we all congregate in peace, and speak well of the future of remnant Man.

We are born by the Dark;
Made Men by the Dark;
Undone by the Dark;
We fear the Old Dark.

Signed, Vapor of Apex, Herald of Embers”

Those that would receive such an invitation would list as the following:

The Clerical Order of Tahariae, or it’s most dominant remnants;

The Brotherhood of Xan, or it’s most dominant remnants;

The Druidic Order, or it’s most dominant remnants;

The Covenant of Alistaer;

 

The Adherents [followers] of Xion and all of it’s respective denominations.

 

And those whom control the Library of Dragur, for the purse of neutral documentation of the congress.

The couriers of the herald would follow their instructions to seek out individuals affiliated solely with these groups; unintercepted by any others, lest their messages be destroyed in the event of capture or conflict against them.

[ A thread will be made on the sixth (6th) or seventh (7th) of this month, which is the coming weekend. This thread will be the continuation of this one, and will consist of the Dark Congress [meeting] itself. ]

[Zarsies 6795]

Wintery waves wash over the wandering wight, wetted and wondering; wild, white, and wise. Invitations?

[Parkins 550]

A loud, hacking cough reverberates throughout the tunnels of Xundr, as a ghoul holds the invitation flat for it's master.

Even before his eyes scan the bottom of the page, the sickly Necromancer lets out a low mumble, then whispering as preparations are made.

[Sky 0]

Archard remains seated among the council chambers, eyes plastered to the shrine of Tahariae as the note sits upon the table unopened. How the world seemed to stop whilst down here, thought the old man as his fingers intertwined with dry colourless hairs upon his chin. 

 

"The bell doth toll, but not for me." he mutters lightly, tone unyielding.

 

Turning towards the table, Archard picks up the note with old and tired fingers, opening it slowly and reading the contents. With a heavy grunt, he places the note back down and somewhat seems peaceful in his thoughts, accepting the invitation without saying a word.

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

The messenger would reach Alrian, offering him the sealed envelope. He'd soon fall to the ground, his corpse drained and his flesh pale. "I'll be there," Alrian says, eyes scouring the opened invitation.  

[Rig 17590]

And thus with the time and place of the meeting prepared, the Lord-Inquisitor makes plans to attend.

[KBR 2046]

Faenor would shake the mans hand taking the message before going back inside his home and reading the message. "It seems I need to get new clothes."

[Slic3man 484]

An aging entity's form would receive the letter while wandering the forestry of the world. Old rust caked gauntlets would unseal it slowly, looking over the ornate letter with predefined opinions. A light flicker of turquoise would silently watch over the Archwraith's shoulder, documenting the note with all due neutrality. No sound or response would usher out, but with a meager wave of its metallic ligaments the light would move closer, and its shadowy form would nod. 

 

Vinzakra would meander off into the depths of the world, searching for their newfound meeting place, thinking on the aspect of meeting all those present.

[Wretched 2075]

An ashen librarian wanders the shelves of his library, gauntlets clutched together behind his back as his empty stare scans along the titles of the tomes. His aimless browsing would come to a halt at the sound of the library door creaking open, a robed figure wandering in with head twisting to and fro, only to situate his gaze upon the librarian himself. Orithur would loom forth to meet the messenger, extending an icy gauntlet to accept the sealed letter, producing but a single nod to visitor before he departed, the silence maintained. Orithur's abyssal glare wanders the envelope in curiosity, prying away its seal to unfurl its content.

 

With a soft "Hm." he'd peer about the lobby of the library with the intent to inform his scholars. However finding none present, he'd simply tuck the parchment into his robes and return to his absent roaming of the shelves, thoughts now wandering to this future meeting.

[Elad™ 560]

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