A Squire's Lament

[MRCHENN 4741]

A SQUIRE’S LAMENT

 

[!] A series of letters would be dispatched towards the following individuals.

 

Spoiler

If you do not receive this letter in roleplay, you have no knowledge of it!

 

To Zahkriikyzer, @Milenkhov

 

My liege - my eternal master. As much as you attempt to do so, your pain is ever apparent. Something is amiss. I urge you not to misrepresent my qualms, but you are a shell of yourself. Hitherto, you stood upon our realm as if it was your own. And now, you seem almost afraid to utilize the gifts granted by our Father. Stalwart by your determination, by no means are you any lesser of a Dragon Knight, however, you seem reluctant - a trend I have observed in all of our Firstborn. Something has occurred: one that you see fit not to tell me.

 

In your shadows I operate, taking your creed as mine own. Forthright, I continue to walk upon my path of Asioth, to realize my cause! But, I stand here deterred. Lost. Without any of our Firstborn to guide me, what of my identity? It was you who instilled within me the cause of the Dragon Knight; you had promised me that our own two blades would suffice to protect our realm. And now you have left me alone, upon my own vices.

 

Your blood and sacrifice flows within my marks. Without you, I am nothing.

 

To Eluitholnear, @Werew0lf

 

I’ve no idea if this missive will ever reach the likes of you, nor do you know of my name. Despite my circumstances, I can only lament that I hadn’t seen the light sooner and joined you, the Inquisitor-Eternal, by your side. Zahkriikyzer has told me tales and stories of your chivalry and honor, revelling in your prowess. 

 

My liege has told me of the sword you hold, and the momentous gravity it entails. I await your return and the fulfillment of your prophecy. Perhaps, one day, I will be able to taste only a figment of the fortitude you hold. 

 

We await your return, our Inquisitor. As our Firstborn deal with their perils, your guidance must move us onwards.

 

To Haskir and Thalon, @Ryloth@_Sug

 

My Zeymah. Growing up, I had no one to call my brother. Aside from my father who left our residence for great lengths, I’d no one to call as my own brotherly kin. As we fought alongside those evils of the Scorched, you both filled that emptiness of mine. Although I have not found my cause, my path of Asioth, you both have put me on the track to do so.

 

Our Firstborn are suffering, yet for a reason I do not know. Naturally, a large responsibility has been placed upon us - to continue our worship of the Arch-Drakaar. As an Ordained, I’ve only a fickle amount of the experience you both hold. In these coming months, I will be relying on you upon my journey, my brothers.

 

Signed,

Your Faithful Squire

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[_Sug 2809]

"Worship and be rewarded Ye who find faith in fires which blaze and consume the soul."

[.] A depiction of a Knight of the Tir riding on his way to the foundations of a keep under construction on the Isle of Silver.

 

As letter was read and words pondered upon, did lone knight bring halt to stag on which he rode upon towards destination of some unknown elven fortress being fortified. The pause of his movements and those of his companion caused clanks to release into the wind as he looked upon such building before him. A raspy breath released from one Thalon Nullivari, of noble House Nullivari, Okarir'tir of Haelunor and Dragon Knight of Azdomoth, Ordained. "We come to find reliance in others in this turbulent time. We find necessity in those around us to continue such a mission eternal. For our worship and work towards the preservation of the Eternal Hoard may be hindered, yet never broken. Find not lapses in faith brother, find duty through trial. We will speak soon, for when we reunite once more it will be in jubilee and drink, for it has been long since our conglomerate has been together. Forge onwards Zeymah, 'Dreh ni lost hin yolos kos evenaar.'" Spoke forth the wretched voice of the Scorched Herald into the wind before penning his words into a response from atop mounted steed. Then, did iron-plated heels dig into hide as the pair moved forth towards their destination. 

Edited June 21, 2021 by _Sug

[Ryloth 4321]

13 minutes ago, MrChenn said:

To Haskir and Thalon, @Ryloth@_Sug

 

My Zeymah. Growing up, I had no one to call my brother. Aside from my father who left our residence for great lengths, I’d no one to call as my own brotherly kin. As we fought alongside those evils of the Scorched, you both filled that emptiness of mine. Although I have not found my cause, my path of Asioth, you both have put me on the track to do so.

 

Our Firstborn are suffering, yet for a reason I do not know. Naturally, as the Ordained, a large responsibility has been placed upon us - to continue our worship of our Father. As the Ordained, I’ve only a fickle amount of the experience you both hold. In these coming months, I will be relying on you, my brothers.

 

Signed,

Your Faithful Squire

 

Spoiler

 

 

 

 

Haskir mulled over the letter as it arrived. In a few moments he drafted a response, and after speaking the name of this faithful squire he sent it off in a miasma of strange magic that shot the paper into the sky on its lonesome.

 

MY FAITHFUL SQUIRE,

 

Lament our plight. Lament this suffering. For it is arduous, for it is long; but short still in the grand scheme. I believe just as many times before this is a test. A test of our honor, our value, our purpose and meaning -- the arduous journey so fickle and so cruel, yet so rewarding and so bitter-sweet in its ultimacy. In its conclusion mine Zeymah, in its end; a new beginning, a grand beginning, born anew like fire to the horizon upon a gentle blue sea.

 

Persevere and seek the future, faithful squire -- persevere and see what comes. I promise you no true end is in sight, and nigh-ever will any of my brethren be staunched in their personal pursuits of what is Asioth. 

 

Know who you are, know your purpose -- and all will be right in the world; for it is your world, my world, and our world.

 

FIND ME,

~ H