An Apology

[Old-Rattlesnake 1534]

 [!] Posters have been erected around Axios.

 

[Guest]

Mithras nods affirmatively, nursing the stump of his left arm. "A bit late." 

[Kvasir 1121]

Nazorean scratched his beard, reading the news. He let out a chuckle and shook his head. "It's a bit late now, isn't it? It's already a bit too far gone."

[_Elrith_ 4525]

"What the ****.." Elrith says, now carrying his sword and shield around with him through Tal'Ardoth.

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

OrderMarschall Tarkus of the Teutonic Order presents the apology from the Ascended to the Hochmeister before turning to the group of Sariants "They have fulfilled all our agreed upon terms from the Ultimatum, thusly the supervision of the Ascended Order has concluded. They will no longer shelter the Dark and will instead put forth their effort towards purging them. Beliae doe Orden!"

[Kaelan 1918]

Khiara Aureon sets the poster down onto her desk within her office in the temple that housed the Adherents of Tahariae. She sighs, shaking her head softly. "And what will become of your frozt witch, Azcended? Will zhe ztill remain an exemption to thiz ruling? A pet?" She asks aloud despite no one being there. With that, she picks up a cup of tea and drinks from it in an attempt to shift her thoughts to more pleasant things.

[meg 1994]

Lumia mutters to herself with an indignant huff, slipping the flyer onto a stack of collected papers at the corner of the table. "Good. Who would want or respect the mercy of dogs?"

[DarkSoundwave 70]

The highlord of Xan smirked upon reading the poster, his golden eyes looking to the fire. The Mali'ker chuckled softly smiling. "Finally, they return to the Ascended of old. Time for the crusade against the dark to resume." Izier laughed rising from his chair, leaving his office to prepare armaments for the coming days.

[Nekkore 641]

Seyer scratches under his chin as he nods, looking for Khiara as he has an order list of things to be blacksmith. 

"It's time to get out there and do work..."

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

"Aye how big and strong they are now that Mordring is gone, I rattle in fear! Wont keep the forsties out of their ******* beds though." says a lich

[The Media Wizard 2958]

Azoth sits in his bedroom when his snowy owl - Erkely - swoops in with the parchment. Azoth takes it into his hands, reading it over twice. He nods gently for a moment before his face droops, brow furrowed. He is oddly unsatisfied.

 

"Hmm..."

 

Azoth raises from his bedside and steps towards the desk. He withdraws parchment and his quil, pausing just before ink reaches paper. He takes a long moment before inhaling deeply and writing something down. He retracts his hand a moment, nodding to the words on the paper. He takes up the parchment and folds it. With a snap of his finger, the paper would suddenly erupt at the tip with a small flame. Spreading throughout the paper, Azoth tosses it out the window as the fire crisps and dies out. If anyone were to find the paper, it would read this to their eyes:

 

"Prg...ss ...s pr....es.., ...o ma...r ...ow s....w."

[Angmarzku 1251]

Ghamul contemplates rebuilding Mordring's Gate as its frozen claws tighten around the designs for the portal.

"Alas...It's not the time. I pity them." 

Mordring's Hand snorted, retreating to his home.

[Wyvernbane 252]

The High Templar Salem Wyvernbane would stand silent beside the Highlord as he reads the poster. A smirk equal to that of his father's would light his face, chuckling, "Seems your message to them had a bit of an effect, eh? Glad to see the Holy League is once again on the same page. I'll alert the Brotherhood of the change." He would step out of the room, going to his own office to draft a notice.

[MrMineLoveDude 299]

Alex continues his rest within the temple of the clerical keep. He then makes his daily visit to the tavern within, grabbing a cool bottle of water before hearing the news of the Ascended's apology. "Perhaps stay here and teaching was the best choice after all." The cleric mumbles to himself, proceeding down to the lift to rest in the temple once more.

[KeiaTypeBeat 3277]

Balmak Kibol would find one such poster, read it, then scoff. "How.. quaint." He then wanders off to go about his day.