Rise of a new Primarch

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

 

 

 

Qudlia Jusmia claims one of eight Primarch Positions. 

 

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Our Kin, since the dawn of time have fought and struggled to secure their place in this world. The last Primarch has moved on, where their was once a council of eight, rest none. Such, I, Qudlia Jusmia, claim the mantel of Dark Elven Primarch. Tied to the ways of old, to our recent past, to the spirits. Which offered salvation when none other would.  

 

To the Mali'ker across the land, you and I are very different. I honor ways older than your grandfather, you? I do not know any of you, nor do I care. I am Qudlia Jusmia. Of an old clan, from Magara'lin like many others. Regardless of what you believe Ker, as long as you try not to venture Onyx from its ancient path, you are welcome. I know not of your faith, intent, of your past. Though it is not my fate to gather Mali'ker either. 

I am not a leader of the Mali'ker, but a fragment of a long forgotten past. I invite other able Mali'ker. Undertake the trails of your ancestors, find those in Stargush, and seek approval. Find your own ancestors, if you lack faith in the spirits and cling to them. It is all you can do.

To those that follow the ways of old, I seek but one thing. The reformation of the Primarch Council, of Dark elves. A total of eight seats, seven empty rest in place. Our kin await such finding moments. I am devotee of the spirits, for-ever shall. I do not seek to garner my people to an area of land. To those faithful to the Spirits and most devotee of Maehr, I rest in waiting for you to find me. My lands are east of Krugmar, orange walls mark my halls. 

To the faithful,  I offer this. 


"Seven seats empty, to be filled by Ker' blood. 

Eight seats in total, yet seven remain empty. 

 

Venture to the ancient lands of Maehr, from doubts of Vira'ker and Renelia. 

 

To be 'Ker, does not mean bound in one spot. Beyond length, time, and space do Mali'ker bounds stretch. 

 

To your most ancient and wise, undertake the rite of becoming Primarch. Live as those before did, and emerge with new-found strength. 

 

Answer my call, to-be Primarchs. Forget not our past, but move forward into our future, Mali'ker."



~ Primarch Qudlia Jusmia. 

 

 

[Zhikarta 4064]

 

 

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The pale eyes of the blood of Velulaei carefully skimmed over the missive. He did not know what to make of it at first...was it ignorance, perhaps heresy in its purest form?

 

Within the halls of New Magara'lin is where he sat, paper and pen in hand. He wrote a response to the one calling herself Qudlia.

 

 

 

To  Qudlia Jusmia, 

 

It is not uncommong for our kin to cripple themselves before they find greatness, I've learned that much from my travels throughout Arcas. You claim yourself not to be a leader of the 'ker, yet you will gladly offer yourself false titles with no meaning. You will gladly drag our kin back to the heretic ways of the Orcish spirits, even when it has been proven that has not done our kin any good.

 

I can't help but wonder what the purpose of this proclamation is. Is this a power fantasy of yours? You have no following, no claims and clearly no knowledge of what our people truly need to push themselves forward. You are worshipping Orcish spirits because you lack any sort of dignity to come up with something that will make you look like a 'ker.

 

You do not seek to garner your people a piece of land, yet you will gladly invite them over to live on your own piece of land.

 

You have a moon addled brain at best, and are a hypocrite at worst. You have no place amongst the 'ker, so long as you keep worshipping the green-skinned filth of Krugmar like the lost sheep you are.

 

 

The letter did not appear to be signed, but was marked with a Lunar sigil at the bottom of it.

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

25 minutes ago, Luminaire said:

 

 

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The pale eyes of the blood of Velulaei carefully skimmed over the missive. He did not know what to make of it at first...was it ignorance, perhaps heresy in its purest form?

 

Within the halls of New Magara'lin is where he sat, paper and pen in hand. He wrote a response to the one calling herself Qudlia.

 

 

 

To  Qudlia Jusmia, 

 

It is not uncommong for our kin to cripple themselves before they find greatness, I've learned that much from my travels throughout Arcas. You claim yourself not to be a leader of the 'ker, yet you will gladly offer yourself false titles with no meaning. You will gladly drag our kin back to the heretic ways of the Orcish spirits, even when it has been proven that has not done our kin any good.

 

I can't help but wonder what the purpose of this proclamation is. Is this a power fantasy of yours? You have no following, no claims and clearly no knowledge of what our people truly need to push themselves forward. You are worshipping Orcish spirits because you lack any sort of dignity to come up with something that will make you look like a 'ker.

 

You do not seek to garner your people a piece of land, yet you will gladly invite them over to live on your own piece of land.

 

You have a moon addled brain at best, and are a hypocrite at worst. You have no place amongst the 'ker, so long as you keep worshipping the green-skinned filth of Krugmar like the lost sheep you are.

 

 

The letter did not appear to be signed, but was marked with a Lunar sigil at the bottom of it.

 

 

Qudlia, glances over the letter and blinks a few times. It seems the point went over this Kers head. She nails the note to her walls, a reminder to not let in such Ker. She gives an amused look. Saying nothing else and letting the paper speak for itself. If they thought calling her an Orc and spirit follower was insult, they had much to learn. "Perhaps they shall seek me in person. Clearly the ability to read is beyond them." She nods with her hands firmly on her waist. No response was given back in turn. The stars passed silently above, without a care of the mortal world. 

[growingivy 3382]

A small 'ker ragamuffin would look at the missive, confusion being the only thing seen on her face, besides the underlying fear or worry she constantly felt. She could only read but one word, Mali'ker, but knew that was what she had been looking for as she wandered the land. She took it with her, going on her way to have someone read the rest to her.

[Wyrvun 1808]

"Well **** I'm missing out." A certain Kha in Stargush'Stroh would say.

[Viggen92 326]

Goggoth read the missive using his functioning eye. He nodded a couple times to himself, humming. "'Em Orcish spirits... Hmm" The 'Ker then went to pocket the missive in his jacket, letting out a sigh as he leaned onto his homemade cane. He shut his eyes as he tried to process the text but quickly gave up due to the fact that he was getting hungry. "Time for a sandwich!" He called out into the morning air, though suddenly he frowned "Where did they go..? Could've sworn they were here..." Another sigh left the 'Ker as he noticed the satchel that rested on a rock on the other side of a brook. Goggoth clenched his fists and prepared to overcome this obstacle in order to reach the precious food. As he took his first step into the cold water he slipped on some loose dirt and fell onto his stomach in the water. Drenched he slowly stood up and found himself on the opposite bank. He opened the satchel and found it empty. The one-eyed 'Ker let out a sound that reminded of a war cry and darted into the woods with the empty satchel in hand. After a while he stumbled upon a branch and the missive that he had in his pocket fell out and looked like a soggy mess. Goggoth eyed the small pile of soaked paper for a quick moment before he shrugged and kept running, leaving it on the ground.