TO AZDRAZI -- THE FIRST INCURSION

[Violino 653]

Rowan Laraethryn's lips curl into a venomous sneer. The Herald's oceanic orbs overcast unto Elathion Dagre'sae. "Shall we?" she vaguely queries. With the Dagre'sae's retort, he understood. "Say less, Azdromoth." The little dragon Laraethryn outstretches her pale palm. Distortions of heat briefly play about as Rowan appears to summon a draan-bound ebon blade from ash. 

 

Reference of the weapon: https://prnt.sc/10oicw8

[Jentos 6809]

A helmed figure, dressed like some raevir warrior of old nodded it's head at the missive. Gargantuan and heavy breathing, it marched off at once. 

[ronin_champloo 5951]

There, a gargantuan man - wrought of unbroken freedom - soon stood from the dimly-lit confines that held him. Tormented yet unfaltering, his brazen gaze peered upwards to the vestigial remains of what he once was. Fury and content in such; he sent off, casting a knowing look onto his other. And so, he spoke in a guttural sneer;

 

"All those who rally before the banner of the Wingless Lion are all but challenges for those of the Great Titan."

[HurferDurfer1 2580]

If there was one thing Mr Rat hated most it was evil dragon cultist  and evil dragons in general. "Here's to hoping both sides wipe eachother out, paladins and dragon cultists alike!" 

[Valaryon 513]

Agkulaan huffed as he read the missive, wafts of smoke leaving the maw of his helm. The missive burned in his hands and he began to discard it. As its page turned to ash, the ancient Dragon-Knight looked up to the Fortress and prepared to convene with his long lost kin.

[justDEWit 133]

An unknowing Herald traversed the lands in ignorant bliss.

[yandeer 731]

Upon a certain rooftop garden, a twice-born woman of draconic origin would narrow her eyes as she read carefully over the missive. From her came a short intake of air, mildly surprised gasp as she saw first the face of the accused woman 'Ezyl', then exhausted groan as she saw the call for the kha to present himself for questioning. There was quiet there for a moment, the dragonkin raising her glass of whiskey to take a fat sip, before she grunted as she rose to her feet, going to fetch sword and shield. 

 

It seemed that two former friends had some explaining to do.

[squakhawk 7298]

Sand read the missive, the herald withdrawing a slow breath as he nodded- folding the paper neatly and setting it aside in his bag. As he strode through the beaten path in the woods of Camlannen, the dark of night only lit by wandering fireflies and moonlight, he considered further his future. The hammer slung over his shoulder was still, rested gently against the shifting and clanking platemail. He was fearless, or stupid, wandering the contested forest at night unaccompanied- inspired by the Archdrakaar, it was surely the prior.

[Honourary 639]

Vithfrinaak, one of the Great Titan's many steadfast scions, began preparations to set out in search of the Inquisitor Eternal!

[Xx_BloodStalk_xX 2120]

A hand soon drifted across a nondescript table in some nondescript tower, pale digits sliding over a thin piece of parchment before soon picking up a mundane quill. There, the tip of such was brought into a pot of ink and sent astray - a missive soon being formed. Whether or not this dark lord intended on actually sending it.. was still up to events to come.

[JEEGK 1253]

Alwyn la Croix read the missive, a small smile forming on his face. He rolls it up and places it in his back pocket, heading off in a search, determined.