-= The Ascended will Cry. =-

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She kicked and screamed as she was dragged off by the two hooded men, nearby ghouls feasting on the corpses of the lucky ones. The cold wind whistled harshly outside the outskirts of Adelburg's ruins, a wild cackle accompanying it from a maniacal Lich as electrical sparks shot out from his hands. Weary Morghouls armed with loaded crossbows stood watch, as the dead finished eating the dead. Off in the distance, a small envoy of brightly armored figures approached.

 

The two Ascended along with their squadron of 'paladins,' holy men and an Olog pointed before shouting out: "THERE, THE UNDEAD!" A fight was eminent. Mages from both sides began charging up their spells as projectiles flew. Ghouls stumbled forth in a crazed frenzy while the holy men and Olog charged in opposition. Good and bad had clashed, and initially, things for the Undead were looking grim. But this would soon change as a skeletal-figure arrived from the Ascendeds' flank, levitating above all else as cloaked cultists stood idly at his side, more ghouls slowly following up behind them. 'Orsul' as they called him, the leader behind this new party, with a simple command brought all fighting to a halt. Off in the distance, another army approached from the thanhium-ruined plains. Abominations the size of Ologs, in the thousands, sprinted forth towards the battle with no one allegiance, the only thing in their minds; "To kill."

 

Orsul while helping up a wounded Ascended spoke of this being no time to fight one another. In his words, 'We can continue to kill each other another time, on new lands.' But the holy men would not listen, as one tried striking the unholy leader from behind. The sneak attack was futile though, as Orsul using his dark magics obliterated the man in the blink of an eye. "Kill them, kill them all! THEY WANT WAR, GIVE THEM WAR! KILL THEM, KILL THEM, KILL THEM!" He commanded. Fighting broke out again, but this time the tables were turned. The two Ascended had fallen that day, and men were left wounded behind only to be devoured whole by the thanic abominations to come. As the Undead soon after pulled back, with no intentions of fighting the thanhium mutants, the ones capable of conscience swore one thing.

 

 

 

The Ascended would cry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Arygon 135]

A certain someone would perform the Roman salute.

[Ambduscias 1028]

"the goy will know fear"

 

chuckles a necromancer

[_Sug 2809]

"We fear the Old Dark." An elderly lord would rasp as he soared over the tarnished realm of Axios on his spectral drake.

[Suxals 529]

The former Golden Sage would be fishing on his boat at the Cluod Temple as the notice reaches his ears "Disappointing" He would say as he shakes his head and continues fishing with his old rod.

[herculean_wud 3662]

32 minutes ago, Arygon said:

A certain someone would perform the Roman salute.

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Rex Leydluk wonders why a human was performing a clearly ORKISH GESTURE, "Glob'n pink skahs."

[HortonHeardAWho 243]

If Zrarly ever caught word of the fight he would start doing a hot-diggidy dance, thinking about how a bunch of 'zkrubz' got killed. He'd also later break a bottle over Orsul's head.

[Old-Rattlesnake 1534]

“All dead, Lord Sage.” The messenger spoke with a troubled demeanor, “We have assembled a report of what we think transpired, and it seems an Ascended fired upon the Undead during a ceasefire.”

 

The Master Sage looked over the parchment he was handed, nodding several times before sorting it away, “If these creatures of the dark think us foolish enough to willingly go along with them then we have little to fear from their stratagems it seems. The Acolyte made the right decision. Had he not fired upon the maggot-riddled ilk one of our own would be held captive and bled to death for their loathsome draughts of incite.” Without missing a beat, he waves a hand, “You are dismissed. And a word of advice for you, something I have picked up from years of service; the Dark does not operate with conscience nor compassion. We do not negotiate with the damned.”

[Farryn 860]

From a boat, Elvira watches the temple with her Ker'wolf stood loyally by her side. She had heard what happened and sighed deeply, knowing things could have been avoided. If only she knew what was to happen, she could have ensured no Ascended had fired and that both sides parted away peacefully. Yet alas it did not and she knew what was to come.

 

"To condemn all to death for the action of one, even when I likely knew of the crossfire..." she shakes her head. "A lesson can be learnt from both sides - rashness and panic will only cause more trouble than good, and not all are to be blamed for harm. The Ascended in question did react badly in the situation, yet to see a comrade being held up by a lich while bearing a bolt in her jaw, his heart was set on saving me yet did not consider the cost of his actions."

 

She opened her eye, a teal glow flaring up as strange lines formed over her very form. The air around her warming up as a divine presence emitted from her.  The pearlescent embers rose over her hand and she watched them intently as they rose into the night sky.

"They seek to make us cry and make us feel pain... therefore, let them come forth and hear the cry they so desired and long for, but they will soon know it will not be of misery and grief. They will be met with the cry for battle and determination."

 

She closed her hand and the embers vanished, as would the soul lines. She turned towards the room her family were sleeping within for the journey and made her way towards the door.

 

"I will protect my family, with the flames I bear, with now the new art I have created and attempted to master. They will soon face my reckoning for breaking their oaths once my flames have now weaved forth to strike down their forms. The Soul Weaver comes..."

[Clayphish 149]

"Isn't it possible that there's more to this story not being told? Orsul could've done many a thing himself before being attacked, like trying to drag off a fallen Ascended who still lived in order to milk them for blood for draughts. I know he's begged me several times for blood and I've always said no." Opal contemplates.

[Zacho 2177]

Dael waves from his safe position atop his ride

Gul wants to kill anyone essentially, so he grunts

[TeaLulu 1783]

"Ascended don't have the emotional capacity required to cry. They're more constructs than men, now." Stated a survivor of 2-11 to Bastien the golem.

 

Bastien replied.

 

"WEL-COME TO THE LIB-RAR-Y."

 

[Archbishop 1784]

2 hours ago, The Combatant said:

as Orsul using his dark magics obliterated the man in the blink of an eye.

"What?" says a confused Felix.

[Ixli 1472]

Varen’thal Len’irrin snickers upon hearing of the event that transpired. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed it to those looking to him with anticipation.

 

“It is clear, now, that the ascended are not to be trusted. Although they faced enemies unknown to many of you, even these scourged beings knew when they shouldn’t fight. The Ascended are anxious and live to create madness, disguised by preaching of the light. I implore; do not trust the twisted beings.”

 

Varen’thal smiles after turning away, knowing that this wasn’t likely the full story. Under his breath, the ambassador utters with a hidden fealty,

 

”We Fear the Old Dark.”

[Abyssus 487]

Gravelord Yldrathir slumped back in it's throne within the depths, the tendrils stretched forth from it's form as they wrapped around a deathly dark dimly glowing gem, the being letting out a soft laugh as it'd murmur 

 

"This'll be interesting."