A Trip Cut Short

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A Trip Cut Short

"They lay claim to those who will never be theirs, and thus I return to fend off the wretched."

 

The elf's return was only meant to be a temporary one, in order to ensure his daughter had not been harmed. To find that she was alright, and see if she would once more venture forth with him. It was not his intent to return prior to the end of his trip, yet violent elves forced the Hierarch's hand. He would not be intimidated. He would hold.

 

This announcement would be posted throughout Celein.

 

 

To the citizens of Celein, upon this day, the 21st of Snow's Maiden, 1560, the Hierarch Laethis Izalith returns to assume his role as Hierarch. His temporary trip away from Celein has ended prematurely due to recent threats of violence made by the forces of Xion, the Uruk, and the militant Vigil of Haelun'or. Please be cautious when dealing with individuals with ties to these groups, even when outside of Celein. They know naught but violence against mages and elves.

 

We shall not lose our peace.

[trinn 5146]

Lucienne simply wanders between the two conflicting cities, a slight simper donned upon her lips. She was surely amused, yet her steps were cautiously taken. A simple valah woman, it would seem, with far too much pride as the peasant she seemed to be.

[Salvo 1852]

6 hours ago, 9___9 said:

-snip-

 

"Crumena iz shitty name" says Diz'Ko to his friend crumena

[Man of Respect 5471]

Eath'Lur watches the city from afar with his katana.

[Kilig 333]

Elleyun looks to her Father and sighs. Her conscience-stricken heart beats rapidly beneath her ribs. "We were safer at Rosethorn . . . " she would mutter to herself as she places a piece of blank parchment on the table. She takes a seat and begins writing.

[GDPR 014 48]

Obscured, a figure hears news atop a cliff. 

"Hrm." A steel mask tuts; the figure crossing his arms behind his back, "Necromancers are afoot, or atleast one who's trying to be one with this town."

[Heero 4092]

3 hours ago, Salvo said:

 

"Crumena iz shitty name" says Diz'Ko to his friend crumena

 

 

The original Crumena, of Ilwindior, fends for himself in the bowels of a half-remembered world. Under a moon darker than the bleakest black he slogs through repugnant swamp waters. With his breathe heavy he slings his arm back. Crashing down like a tidal wave, a crescent of sharp blue light cleaves into the muzzle of the warped beast.

 

Pink syrup oozes from its wounds of the amalgamation of flesh and polluting the waters with winding clouds. The victor clad in rags and torn plate falls on his rear, submerging himself to his waist in the nauseating bog. He raises his head and stares off at the orb of black nailed to the sky. A curse rolls off the lips of the weary Elf. Trudging off into the mist once more. Only howls greeting him as his vision is caressed with an ominous white.

[Kim 1328]

1 minute ago, Heero 阴 said:

 

 

Aziza thinks to herself oneday... 

Tryhard

[Dizzy771 900]

6 minutes ago, Heero 阴 said:

 

-snip-

 

While walking through the cloud temple Dizzy passes by the old "Sky God" graveyard. Seeing a slight movement out of the corner of his eye he glances down towards the mangled body of a gypsy that lay mere meters from the graveyards entrance.

 

"Huh, t'ought ah saw it twitch fer a moment"

[Tsuyose 3285]

37 minutes ago, Heero 阴 said:

 

 

The original Crumena, of Ilwindior, fends for himself in the bowels of a half-remembered world. Under a moon darker than the bleakest black he slogs through repugnant swamp waters. With his breathe heavy he slings his arm back. Crashing down like a tidal wave, a crescent of sharp blue light cleaves into the muzzle of the warped beast.

 

Pink syrup oozes from its wounds of the amalgamation of flesh and polluting the waters with winding clouds. The victor clad in rags and torn plate falls on his rear, submerging himself to his waist in the nauseating bog. He raises his head and stares off at the orb of black nailed to the sky. A curse rolls off the lips of the weary Elf. Trudging off into the mist once more. Only howls greeting him as his vision is caressed with an ominous white.

 

 

A pulchritudinous figure would be perched upon an ivory mantle producing copious amounts of silken starlight watches ever so vigilantly over his fallen son; locked away within the bowls of purgatory, he vows to be the light in Crumena Ilwindior's darkness.

 

Saving people.

Hunting things.

It's the family business.

 

He then goes on to shed singular, golden tear.

 

The Lord of Sunlight will become the breaker of chains; he, who will shatter the link between soul and purgatory.

 

He will herald his son back home.

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