[Archived]A Letter to the Descendants

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

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[!] A series of sealed papers would be sent out to every leader of every race, and sent to every known hub of activity on Atlas.

 

To the Men and Women of Atlas,

 

My name is Victoria Vientos. I am apart of the Ascended, also known as the Order of the Mongoose. I understand that our kind are not-well liked by some of you, and valued by others. Our role in this world is simple: Humbly serve the mortal descendants and protect them on their life's journey from those of the Dark. That has been our mission since the beginning of time, no person mortal or immortal can state otherwise.

 

In these past two years, a storm has been brewing in our Order. One of our own, the adopted son of our own Master Sage and my older brother since I was seven years of age, abandoned the laws of our great lady and patron, the Archaengul Aeriel, to pursue a political career within the Dominion of Malin. He has thrown dirt into the face of our ancient Order and has besmirched the tenets by which we have lived for so long. He himself was once a great protector and support of our mutual father, and lived by the laws that have been laid down for us. He has since left all of that behind, as it was an inconvenience for his ambitions.

 

A letter was delivered to our Order, and to you, that detailed whom they believe to be 'snakes' within the Order proper. My name was included, as I expected.

 

When I was eighteen, and having spent a little over ten years with the Ascended as a student, I met Artyom Ruric whilst responding to a request for aid in Norland. He had been crippled, and holed up down in their ancient crypt beneath the city. His men had been fighting a slew of undead that had sprung up from deep within the halls of his ancestors, and several of our Ordermen came to offer our healing to them. I sat with Artyom for hours, even after my father had left, talking to him and learning of his experience. This was the first man I had spoken to, and connected with, in my life. I had been cooped up for the first half of my childhood previously, after my mother's killing, and then spent my time at Tal'Ardoth, absorbing what knowledge I could from my new father, Heial. I did not realize until later, after several more visits to Norland, that I had fallen in love with this man.

 

It is not beyond an Ascended to love a mortal. We were once mortal ourselves, and any who say that is false is either lying or heartless. I asked my father's permission to marry him, as I believed it was my only chance to feel true love before committing myself fully to the Ascended and their eternal duty. I knew the consequences, and the disconnection was quick. Having been only connected for three or four years, it was simple and painless. I did not lose my love for Aeriel, or my hopes to protect mortality, I myself swore I would return once my time in Norland was finished, no matter how old I might grow to be. A year after our marriage, my husband found that being King was too much of a burden to bear, always fearing about his family and his men. He abdicated willingly, not at any suggestion of my own, and I told him of my wish to go live with my father once more.

 

My father welcomed myself, my husband, and our newborn daughter Selina with open arms, and I spent two years as a simple wife. After that time, I came to my father and told him I was ready to forever commit and dedicate myself in  service of the descendants, and Aeriel. I had found what I had never had, loves of every possible kind, and I was finally content to be connected with no more hesitations or wants. I was reconnected, and  High Prince Belestram was one of the witnesses to this most ancient ceremony.

 

I did not want to be a Queen. I wanted to find something for myself that I feared I might never experience again. Love. I don’t desire any claim to any crown of Norland, as was suggested by one of Belestram’s minions. In fact, the claims of my own children were rescinded as I desired them to live normal lives in which they might make their own choices.

 

My accusers from the Dominion, who side with my brother, have likely been fed such vicious things about me from the mouths of others. They call me foul names and jest of me sleeping with the man I call my father, and yet they cannot look to their own leader and see the faults that are there, clearly to be seen and known by all.

 

I met Belestram Sylvaeri when I was eight, as I said, and he gifted me a finely-cut ruby during one of our first conversations. I still have this ruby to this day, as a gift from my childhood that I cherish. I had finally gained an older brother whom I could grow up alongside. I cannot say the same now. A year or so after my sister and I took refuge with the Order, Belestram became romantically involved with a Frost Witch, which threw our Order into chaos.  The Teutonic Order was threatening to besiege our keep, and my father was reluctant to really do anything against a man he called his own son. He was disconnected for the safety of the Ascended in Tal'Ardoth, and the Teutonic Order were satisfied. Belestram was reconnected not too long after. My father's love for him was too great to allow his son to not live without his flame, and so we were all happy to have him back despite the drama that had transpired.

 

After we moved into Kal'Omith, the city of the Dwarves, we experienced the other chaos that was the aengul Gazardiael and his respective fragments: Mesmodyne and Asmodyne. My brother was active in pursing a way to be rid of Asmodyne, the incarnation of the evil once held in Gazardiael, and was even one of the few to carry the golden staff in which Mesmodyne resided. It was at this time he met a servant of Tahariae, a woman named Eris Storne, and they quickly fell passionately in love with one another. A mortal, human woman.

 

During the conflict with Asmodyne, the wicked fragment came to my brother with a threat: He would kill his wife, or kill myself. My brother was made to choose. I have said, to this day, that I would have given my own soul over my own brother or father. I swear it upon everything I hold dear. And yet...my brother chose myself to die, alone and without notifying any other. I had been by myself in my apartment when the aengul fragment came for me, soul-ripping sword in hand. I was able to distract him in his mortal form long enough for the rest of the Order to relieve me, but not before Asmodyne admitted what my brother had done.

 

After this event, I spoke with my father, and told him what had happened. We assumed it had been a lie, and so had I until later that night whilst I was sitting in our Order's Library. Belestram approached me and spoke of how it wasn't true, and of how the choice he had made was obvious. I said that I would not speak to a man who had chosen me, his own sister and fellow Ascended, to die. I will never forget what he said to me, it chills me to this day upon reflection. My brother looked me in the eye, and told me that he wished Asmodyne had done his job, and killed me.

 

My brother will never admit to any of this, for his pride and position are of far more importance to him than his family. He cast us aside for a political career, a career that had led him straight to the throne of Dominion. He banished his own wife and child from the city, for titles and power. He now threatens his own father and sister with violence, to further himself and his ambitions. This man is not honest, he is not a paragon of virtue. He is the one you all must deal with: The snake in the grass.

 

The Ascended's image is varied in the eyes of the Descendants. I know some will not listen by even seeing our name on this paper. But listen to a woman, a fellow person living upon this continent with you, with feelings and children and friends. This man and his minions, whom he has brainwashed to suit his needs, is a threat to you all. His ambition knows no bounds, and it will not end. He is a promoter of violence, a adulterer, a hedonist, and a schemer. He is a danger to the descendants of Atlas, and I fear for those who do not heed my warning.

 

May GOD and the Archaengul watch over you all.

 

Signed,

Victoria Vientos

 

 

 

 

[Zindran 590]

An old kharajyr squints as he reads the letter while walking down a dirt path before stopping with a frown,((assume accent))

"Wait a minute. So you're telling me that this man cheated on his metz'al? Dishonorable!"

he said before crumpling up the long note, growling as he walked off.

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After the Kharajyr made his way off, a druid happened to get the long paper, raising a brow.

"I honestly sympathize with that woman, I know the feeling of being left for someone else. It's also saddening that Belestram would go down that path, but I've gotten tired of all the drama so they can have fun with that."

He shrugged afterwards, picking up a scythe before going back to the druidic farms for a harvest of wheat.

[Treshure 5817]

"His ambition knows end at the Princely Council's whim. You presume this elf a dictator; in reality, he is a restrained monarch with civil duty beyond the likes of which you could possibly comprehend.

To all who read this propaganda, know that they only try to spur you to violence and chaos in light of their own incompetence. The terms are simple. If you attempt to disconnect, restrain, or harm the High Prince, you are met with death. Otherwise, the Dominion cares not for the Ascended and their unending theatricals." says simple elf valkorion

[Tsuyose 3285]

"Your pitiful kin is rampant with vile transgressions. Heial is weak-willed and lacks a spine, the lot of you, ******* filth."

 

Scoffed Herun Athna, providing a brisk shake of his head as he'd receive a letter.

[Monkee 7369]

"A hypocritical letter from a vile 'order'," notes Aelthir, looking over his copy. "It is rare indeed when I find myself agreeing with the Dominion."

[Heero 4092]

 

"The Ascended are band of degenerates who lavish themselves in elaborate Elvish orgies and other forms of debauchery. They are a pitiful excuse for a peace-keeping force. In fact they have instigating countless affairs dating back as far his Imperial Majesty Godfrey's reign of humanity. For one to abandon their humanity for unyielding vitality and the facade of 'evoking the Arch-Aengul's will' is laughable. I'll sting up any €ocksucker Ascended from the tree and truly bring them closer to their rat Goddess." airs an volatile creature steel-clad from head to toe, ensconced in titanic armor and a dated regalia.

[Guest]

"No greater justice than burning an immortal ***** at the stake," comments King Kairn to High Prince Belestram with amusement.

[AGP 3169]

"Kindly **** off you condescending elitist prick. I'm an older immortal than all of you young blood, and I too enjoy talking down to the plebeians of this world, but you take it to an unreasonable level. No one likes you, go away," says Constantine.

[Heero 4092]

2 minutes ago, AGiantPie said:

"Kindly **** off you condescending elitist prick. I'm an older immortal than all of you young blood, and I too enjoy talking down to the plebeians of this world, but you take it to an unreasonable level. No one likes you, go away," says Constantine.

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"The Ascended brainlets deserve to be driven from the lands and returned to whatever foul corner of the world they originated from. We should gathering our arms and rally men under our banner, friend Constantine." he speaks to his equally bothersome tin-can compatriot. Observing the sagely crusader release plumes of steam from his helm. "Non nobis domine! Deus vult!"

[Vindicant 642]

"Buncha scum who ran off because they didn't get to be the protagonists. Let 'em burn, cause the Ascended aren't coming back to Sutica." remarks Karyssmov Faroe, tearing the notice from the board in the Federation.

[__WaterFox__ 636]

"I do not see why he cannot allow himself to be disconnected if he is not even going to follow his patron or her words. Otherwise he just seems like a man who does not know what he wants asides from avoiding consequences... Really these people who keep following an aengul then taking up political power might be worse than certain leaders with a proclivity for dark magic, atleast they did not cling to their power like a raccoon that cannot pull their hand from a trap. No...no, I really do not care to argue about the ascended themselves, you asked for my opinion on this prince and I gave you it. We can talk in a quieter area if you want to actually debate a broader topic" Zatanaes would calmly responded to whomever would ask while cleaning out a mug

[AGP 3169]

3 minutes ago, Heero said:

 

"The Ascended brainlets deserve to be driven from the lands and returned to whatever foul corner of the world they originated from. We should gathering our arms and rally men under our banner, friend Constantine." he speaks to his equally bothersome tin-can compatriot. Observing the sagely crusader release plumes of steam from his helm. "Non nobis domine! Deus vult!"

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"We have a banner?" asks Constantine. 

[Arhbi 181]

“This, this is exactly how low Heial and his slaves are willing to stoop. He and his band of rogue Ascended assume the seat of righteousness but know very well they are just as complicit in the conflict we are embroiled.

 

It is not the will of Aeriel for Belestram to face disconnection but is instead the jealousy that has overwhelmed the ‘master sage’ and his lackies.”

 

[L0rdLawyer 2272]

Hu-din stares blankly at the letter before speaking, "The Ascended can go **** themselves. I warned them that they were helping an evil being escape during Axios and they tried to kill me. I tried to stop them over and over, because the spirits cried about the wave of horror that was to come, yet they tried to murder me and my brothers in cold blood. **** the Ascended, Down with these pagan *****."

[_Elrith_ 4525]

A mana-eating man screeches at the top of his lungs as he catches word of more bickering between the Ascended, but he honestly can't tell what's worse; Ascended, or Dominionite Ascended. "Why not just disconnect everyone?!" The 'Aheral bellows, now running to Norland.