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A FIRESHRINE MEETING

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[OOC] This letter is available only to Azdrazi and their respective heralds.

 

BROTHERS & SISTERS,

 

Aaz Hahdrim has been constructed. We call upon all those blood-bound and children of Eressioth to a summons of the fireshrine. The Inquisitor Eternal is soon to return, and before us lies a settlement of note beheld of the Titan's adoration. It is our duty to caretake this place. It is our duty to meet the asking of the Inquisitor Eternal. It is our duty to make ourselves known. We shall meet at the temple of Ei Oth'dra, beneath the black monument of the Arch-Drakaar outside Aaz Hahdrim when all have gathered.

 

WHAT WE REQUIRE:

 

  • Blacksmith
  • Priests
  • Inquisitors
  • Engineer
  • Keeper of Knowledge

 

THE COUNCIL OF EMBERS

 

[OOC] This letter is available only to Azdrazi and their respective heralds.

 

Spoiler

Meeting will be held Saturday, July 3rd at a time announced in our Discord.

 

Art Credits: Kings 18:37 Prophets of Baal & Lord of the Rings Trilogy

 

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A figure nods their head, leaving at once, a blessing of fire on their lips. 

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“It is time I need the call of my kindred once more.” The Keeper of Knowledge, Bride of Dragons, first of her name commented to herself as she neatly folded the missive and tucked it away, setting sail once more to the shores of Aaz Hahdrim. “There is much work to be done to restore the wayward onto the path of Asioth to collect and spread knowledge is a calling I cannot refuse…”

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"The time draws nigh my brothers. The winds carry forth heat from the firelands..." Croaked forth the Scorched Herald through flaming armor as he moved forth from a field of corpses spoiling the soil with crimson, onwards to meet in conglomeration with his brothers and sisters of the cinder. 

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A rather short and ashen figure would retrieve the letter from the postman.  Running a single letter-opener along the crease with ease.  As the envelope peeled open, the figure scanned it's contents and offered a few agreeable nods before departing.

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