Rise Against the New Beginning

[Dolinare 15]

A sheet of finely-crafted parchment is posted across the notice boards of all major cities and nations. In well-penned, easily-legible writing, it reads as follows.

 

Descendants!

 

Hope is not all lost! Though the wrath of Gazardiel threatens all that we have worked to build, the relentless force that he commands is far from unstoppable - and on this day they felt the pain of this world striking back, saying in one loud and clear voice, "We shall not go quietly into the night!" On this day within the city of Halstaig, the Justiciar Ballaton was defeated by the hands of mere mortals, using the determination and endurance that we as Descendants hold so precious - and for good reason.

 

Through the steel of sword, and the fires of alchemy, Ballaton was brought to the edge of his newfound mortality - these things can die! Though difficult to bring down they may be, these Justiciars do bleed, and they do feel pain; through this we know that while powerful they may be, these creatures are tethered to life just as any other, and with enough determination they will meet their end!

 

To those who would combat these Justiciars, a few words of advice:

Flasks of alchemical flame hold devastating effects against the Justiciars. If it were not for a source of water nearby, this creature likely would have burned until naught was left but ash.

Powerful defensive magic was demonstrated from the Justiciar Ballaton, creating a sphere-like shield that blocked physical attacks from entering. It is not, however, invulnerable, and can be broken, given enough effort and focus from an attacker.

Though Ballaton was brought nearly to the edge of his life, he managed to escape using powerful magic - that which had the effect of an explosion, severely wounding and nearly killing those close enough to it. Be wary of any attempts to channel magic, should a Justiciar be cornered. In addition, a Justiciar is never unarmed - with little effort, Ballaton summoned a sword to his hand, with which to fight.

Aengulic beings such as the Justiciars hold no dominion over the Void, and so it remains the type of magic most likely to harm them. Deific magic has little to no effect on these things.

 

Remember, Descendants - though times are grim, Gazardiel's new beginning has not been set in stone. This is our world, and we decide our fate! Give in not to this foul being's temptations and lies, and we shall prevail!

[Farryn 860]

"I warned you all before, yet you all settled on hating and despising me for calling everyone to band together against these threats!"

Elvira Naromis would hollar to the crowds!

"We can defeat them!"

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

"Aenguls and daemons are wise tales, idiot" idly comments Theodore

[Fawb 557]

A young man frowns, having not seen any evidence of these Justicars. "End of the world?" Peter pondered, scratching his head.

[ThatGuy_777 220]

"They can bleed?" Repeats a one-eyed wood elf aloud "...Stupendous. I sense an idea brewing. Perhaps... Just perhaps..." He trails off,  a smirk creasing his face. 

[Xarkly 17299]

"My lord, there's been another one posted."

 

There came no answer.

 

"My lord Seneschal?" The voice repeated uncertainly.

 

Ruslan Amador blinked all of a sudden, as if woken from sleep. He stood with his back to the speaker, and facing out the unblemished glass window of his Godfrey Avenue office, overlooking the thoroughfare of the Orenian capital. This was not the first time his mind had wandered as he idly observed the lively crowds in the street below, amidst the din of a merchants shouting prices from Salvus and Pikeman's Square and a thousand voices talking at once. Finally, he tore his wide eyes from the window, and glanced to the door. The speaker stood half in the room, and half out in the corridor, with a hesitant expression marring a pale, plain-featured face. The twin-headed badge of the Imperial Administration glistened palely from where it was pinned on the breast of his doublet.

 

"I ... I'm sorry," Ruslan began in his meek tone. "Did you say something?" 

 

The Steward's frown deepened, and he swallowed hard before he nodded hastily. "Another notice, my lord, on the board ... f-from them."

 

Ruslan didn't respond immediately. He tapped his chin with a long, bony finger before he looked back to the window, and the view of the city it gave him. "Take it down," he said softly. 

 

Within the hour, the notice was removed from the Orenian capital.

[OzYmandi 647]

11 hours ago, Farryn said:

"I warned you all before, yet you all settled on hating and despising me for calling everyone to band together against these threats!"

Elvira Naromis would hollar to the crowds!

"We can defeat them!"

 

Elinsar the homunculi laughs, being one in the crowd. "Are you daft? You ASSISTED Athael, Gazardielm whatever the fucc El, and now you claim you are trying to HELP US?! I don't know how your order hasn't been purged from existence yet... Fuccing fucc nuts."

[AfricanGlasses 111]

Porter shakes his head "This is all a figment of our imagination.... We are the true enemy to OURSELVES".

[Guest]

14 hours ago, Farryn said:

"I warned you all before, yet you all settled on hating and despising me for calling everyone to band together against these threats!"

Elvira Naromis would hollar to the crowds!

"We can defeat them!"

 

"No, we were hating you for unleashing these lesser angels in the first place, you dolt." comments Keeper Mithras.

[devvy 1348]

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