Blanchables 528 Share Posted September 10, 2019 A CALL FOR AID Issued and confirmed on the 7th of The Deep Cold, 1732 Pierce would pace within the confines of his palace, a frown firmly placed upon the corners of his visage before he’d slam his fist sideways into the wall next to him. He’d make his way to his room, beginning to draft a notice quickly for all to read. Fervently writing, he’d pen in the ink to parchment, letting out an exasperated sigh as he called the royal messenger, concluding the message as he set down his feathered quill. The messenger would go far and wide across Arcas, through the snowy fields of Fenn, the streets of Rubern, through the various capitals and cities of the Empire, across the lands far and wide to the groves of the Druids, to both High Elf and Wood Elf cities, to the bustling ports of Sutica, all for the sake of passing a message to any and all. If received, the letter would bare the following. To my fellow Descendants, peers of Arcas, and brothers and sisters in arms, A dark time has befallen my Kingdom, one of which has left my lands scarred with a blight that threatens not only the people of Curonia, but all of Arcas. My knowledge is limited, but my pride does not limit me to admit such, nor does it restrain me from calling for aid. The planned attack on Curon and its People has left worry and fear in the hearts of the Kingdom and its denizens, but it has not dismissed the hope for victory in our spirits. United we stand, our minds and bodies prepared to face defeat, but we will claw tooth and nail for victory. While I cannot ask or inspire the same loyalty or motivation to die for Curonia, I plead for any and all who have information or the ability to come and lend aid to do so. Thus, I am reaching out to all sources, and ask them to convene within my capital for a summit, as I seek council on the impending doom that threatens my people. I cannot ask you to give your lives for Curonia, but I implore you to lend your knowledge. If the Descendants are to fight this threat, we must do so here and now. What might start with Curon may end in the far reaches of Arcas, any nation might be next, susceptible to a killing blow that renders an entire people extinct. If we are to beat back these demons, now is the time to strike while the iron is hot. Our world is not the same as it once was, the balance is shifting and we must be prepared for it. Though you may not care for my people or me, eliminating the threat now, even at the cost of my own Kingdom, may save your own. In a Saint’s Day, I propose a summit of all who wish to plan against this voidal attack to convene within my halls to prepare, and that we may prove our strength to these bastard creatures, so that they will not threaten the might of the Descendants once more. Signed by,Pierce I Devereux ((OOC: The Summit will take place at 6PM EST Wednesday at the Curonian Palace The voidal event will take place at 6PM EST Thursday in Curon)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vermy 1484 Share Posted September 10, 2019 Sulraell smiled from ear to ear, a disturbing tone in his voice as he chuckled ”hah, perhaps w-we should l-let the v-void take Curon..” he’d pause, fiddling with his beaded bracelet ”As a-an experiment of c-course..” he added Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BonesOfTheEarth 2252 Share Posted September 10, 2019 Will edit in the ten minutes it takes me to get home Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
CanadianKiwiFlight 1901 Share Posted September 10, 2019 The lands below that of Curon continue to quiver. Citizens would be able to hear the screeching of moonspeech below ground grow large by that of the days as it draws closer to what can only assume to be a disasterous climax. A figured, cloaked in robes idly looks onto the lands of Curon from high in the skies, idly dangling roughly 150 feet in the air by a floating staff as he watches the happenings. His voice layered as he speaks to himself, “This is all apart of fate. No matter what happens, my ending is secured... However, what will your end be Prothania?” The being lets out a chuckle, growing a smile despite it lack of ability to feel. “I cannot wait to see. That being said, no matter what happens the Descendants will lose people whom they care about deeply, perhaps an eye opener to the inevitable? Oh well.” The figure then simply floats offwards, the staff he holds idly bringing him towards his spyre as he sits, and prepares for when it should happen. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Luciloo 2680 Share Posted September 10, 2019 When the messenger reaches the Talus Grove, it’s not just the warmer climate which welcomes them. Received by the Autumn Druid, she informs them that the Order are already prepared to assist Curon’s resistance against the Voidal threat, and will attend the summit. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThumperJack 927 Share Posted September 10, 2019 Miklaeil Arvellon, Annilir of Irrinor’s Forest Guard, receives the notice with a small frown. A messenger would be sent to Curon, assuring his attendance to the summit. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
1_Language_1 1671 Share Posted September 10, 2019 Matthias Rutledge is having a hard time finding aurum that isn't price-gouged like it was a war. He had no help from Mayor Odus as well when it came to the topic of holy water. ‘Ask the Pontiff’ was all he got, and then ‘Slayersteel’ was the other.. however, Matthias was not healthy enough to make a trek to Urguan. While he’s on break, he’ll throw a few baked potatoes over the quarantine wall and into the Voidal Geyser in the town square.. Only so that he could hear the hungry screeches and monches of the creatures below. 24 minutes ago, Tha_Mystery_Man said: -snip- Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnimeWolf0080 1509 Share Posted September 10, 2019 Ashley Cannell would read the letter, ready to fight for Curonia and the place she hopes to grow older in Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
helldiving 5793 Share Posted September 10, 2019 Prince Otto would raise Svjetlast high – gesturing for Isaac and his retinue to make haste towards Curonian land Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
IsaaKc 1240 Share Posted September 10, 2019 1 hour ago, Vermy said: Sulraell smiled from ear to ear, a disturbing tone in his voice as he chuckled ”hah, perhaps w-we should l-let the v-void take Curon..” he’d pause, fiddling with his beaded bracelet ”As a-an experiment of c-course..” he added “****, tha’s edgy.” Jude would say in regards to Sulraell. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ixli 1472 Share Posted September 10, 2019 Silir Uradir screeches as the messenger leaves a patch of dirt where he stood inside the portcullis of the High Elven capital, awaiting word from the Sohaer on what to do. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
doreebear 605 Share Posted September 10, 2019 Lady Margueritte smiled at Pierce letter knowing that he finally swallowed his pride to ask for assistance in this time of need. The woman looked upward, turning her head to the corner of her bedroom, there, stood a stand, that held armor, that been worn for sometime. “ well old friend... looks like you’re going to be good use to me one last time.” +1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skyrunner 257 Share Posted September 10, 2019 As the riders passed through Sutica, Dame Utaria Helenson-Anarion ran back home and armoured up. She ripped an old halberd from it’s hold on the wall, wobbling as it was not built for a dwed. “So that innocents may never know strife.” She whispered as finally she left a note on the bedside. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bisscy 64 Share Posted September 11, 2019 *Ser Roderick would take the letter from the messenger before sending him home and returns to the palace to search for King Andrik.* @Emenzi Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boknice275 1588 Share Posted September 11, 2019 *Madame Blande’s assistant bursts into her decorative tent brimming with excitement, seemingly alarmed by whatever he was holding. She took the paper and quickly read it. Her curious expression quickly shifted to one of grave concern. She stood in front of a lit purple candle and uttered a small prayer, and then equipped her traveler’s pouch, collected her deck of cards and immediately headed north to Curon.* “Whatever force infects Curon’s energy shall be purified by all that is divine and benevolent. I will make sure of it.” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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