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[Archived]An Open Letter to Heial Vientos


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The streets begin to bustle with noise. The sound of paper flapping about and excited voices discussing rapidly fills the air. Unaware bystanders would suddenly be bombarded by excited men and women (mostly elves) shoving ornate, leather-bound booklets into their faces. The seal of the Lord Treasurer of the Dominion of Malin would be pressed neatly into the cover. Upon opening it, it would read:

 

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An open letter to Heial Vientos.

 

Arrogance is something I would pin to you and your posse who consort to their master like a b**** in heat. Irrationality is your code which fuels your distasteful and irreverent disposition to the common man. You all choose to lie in the bushes like the snakes you are and only ever desire to ruin the lives of those whom you pretend to serve.

 

Heial Vientos. The horrid, arrogant champion of chaos who is the embarrassment for the entire Order and its kin. He’s the most irrational and claims that he’s in the right when he himself knows the true intent of his actions and what consequences he spells for his ‘family’: leading them to their imminent deaths for nothing more than his ego and his pride. We all watch in suspense as if we expect him to make a good decision for once in his life. But no! Oh, no. We sit and watch for nothing as he flaps about helplessly like the deranged madman he is at heart.

 

There is a Daemon within you, Master Vientos. Iblees himself has conscripted you under a false guise; that is the only way any of this can be explained rationally. Perhaps you need a stepping stool or a ladder present because the signs that you should step down are not apparent enough. You have failed your family so often that they talk about you like a dog who p***** on the carpet! For once, oh Master Sage, I beg of you to realize what you’re doing and how often you make the lives of those around you a living nightmare. They’re too daft and content with their rose-tinted glasses affixed to their faces to realize that the only disappointing thing about the Descendants is that Aeriel chose you from all of them.

 

Respect, Master Vientos. You’ve earned none and should receive less if the boundaries of sense are so foreign to you. You are irrelevant and generally disgusting to the sight. If you truly care for peace - for the lives of those you love - then you will stop acting like a child fresh of the mother's breast and do something I know must be hard for you:

 

Grow up.

 

Signed

A. Hawksong

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"Says the man who fucked an Izkuthii and pretended to have cancer for sympathy." Says the Sage as he tosses the crumpled notice in the fireplace.

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"Why not just send a normal letter? Honestly, all of these people are damned idiots." commented a druid, crumpling up the letter and tossing it to the side. "I'm going to have to talk to the Archdruids about Azoth being a Dedicant, if he's getting involved in **** like this."

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Angelo would get a new letter, once he tought that the drama was over there was more of it."Azoth.. Azoth... Azoth... i am wondering how much time you have had this letter in within a coffin already writen and ready to be sent whenever it was needed... regarding it's content i guess that you either die like a hero or live enough to become the villain... oh wait that also applies to yourself, my bad. He would chuckle, throwing this letter to the fire of his forge as well. "Now being serious, i do not trust any member to hold the charge without burning out within seconds, and i am not willing to even take it, so what do you suggest? Duren for Master Sage?

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"I'd rather have Toren than Azoth in all honesty, no offense to Toren."

Another druid tosses a thumbs-up before walking off and debating on seeing if he can get a herblore lesson.

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"The soap box is so tired and old now that it's making ME look younger by the minute."

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7 minutes ago, Master Sage Delaselva said:

"Says the man who fucked an Izkuthii and pretended to have cancer for sympathy." Says the Sage as he tosses the crumpled notice in the fireplace.

 

Elsewhere in the world Cheza rests on some soft grass, watching the clouds float by before turning to a friend and murmuring "Ya know I really liked Azoth at first and he told me he liked me back... Well until Heial apparently forbid it or something, I can't remember exactly what it was Azoth told me... I just remember that all the pain afterwards apparently stemmed from some conversation the two had. It hurt so badly to hear that... I had only wanted to be their ally and they not only drew weapons on me but made sure that someone no longer cared about me."

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"I don't even have a horse in this race but all this guy's angry letters are makin' me kind of doubt his stance and root for the other guys." Gwion says to whoever may be nearby as he reads off the most recent of many letters and publications.

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34 minutes ago, Zindran said:

"I'd rather have Toren than Azoth in all honesty, no offense to Toren."

Another druid tosses a thumbs-up before walking off and debating on seeing if he can get a herblore lesson.

 

A stuck dog stares at Anthron with a gaze which seems to say 'the ****'.

 

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"Damn." says an aged Donovan Ruric of the Krag "And I thought I was cross with him."

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"Drama, and that is all... There is no substance to any of this." Nazorean read from the bowels of a shaman shrine, groaning as he skimmed over it again. "Azoth's always been a man of drama, but usually it has some weight... Now it just seems he wishes to scorn the name of his old co-workers for the favor of his prince and nation... Quite sad, Heial is a good man, even if the Ascended do not enjoy my presence, I have the sense to know they do have good men and women in their ranks." He scribbled his notes, posting them near where the letters were, almost as a notice.

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Guyden has a brood of silverfish devour the paper residing in one such leather bound casing to reuse it for better purposes.

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Magnus would get the new letter, as he reads it he would sigh "Azoth why must you write with such blind sight..." He says puting down the letter and walk away.

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