Render, Children of Malin!

[Joltastik 506]

[!] Mysterious missives find themselves plastered unto the notice boards of the Realm, with most being found in the Northern region of Almaris. They seem to be written in an eerie and prophetic dialect, and are directed towards all live Descendants. One reads as follows:

 

Hear ye, denizens of this Perceivable Realm! The Horned Ram of GOD comes to slay the wicked titans! Kings and Bishops, Rexes and Shamans, Magisters and Druids alike will cower in fear as their efforts to materialize the Word of GOD fall prey to Avarice!

Tell me, Children of Malin! You dutifully tend to the ground of this Perceivable Realm, and the loyal Aspects that embody that which Word alone cannot… Yet in all of your conquests as ever-living gardeners of this World, have you ever stopped and thought to look at the Sky?! Will your life not reach an end, in spite of its longitude? Verily, I say to you, that I’ve seen beyond the Veil-- and there are no sanctuaries for the Souls of gardeners, as your faith promises! It is merely a lie imposed unto you by your betters so that they may go on and indulge in depravity! Forsake your blind love for the Material Realm which GOD blessed you to wander most, and see it for what it is! Broken and spoiled! Encroached by the black, glazed tentacles of Entropy! Forsake it, and our Lord Father above shall save you!

 

Signed,

A Concerned Citizen.

[King_Kunuk 888]

A high elf scoffs at this ignorant human propaganda while looking over the pasteboard in Karinah'siol, the great capital of Haelun'or. "Who does this this short lived whelp think they are? Knowing about the lives and ways of all elves. It is quite well known that the greatest race upon Almaris for our unmatched purity in all things, the High Elves, do not prescribe to this silly ideal of needing a god to justify the ways of life. Let the Valah hunt down the filthy druii and the rest of their prescribed ilk as we rest in our city of Silver, founded on the great ideals of logic, reason, and wisdom"

 

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((Love the post))

 

[TheCapybara 1803]

 

"Who asked? This dude is crazy. For sure." The 'aheral, Alyssa, commented with an annoyed and bitter tone while sipping her mourning wine on her crimson colored couch where she sat next to her Karin inside of the safety of her home within the marble city, Ando Alur.