Werew0lf 12005 Popular Post Share Posted August 24, 2021 FALL OF ANDO ALUR A depiction of the falling of Ando Alur On the 10th of the Deep Cold, the fellow denizens of Ando Alur were aghast to find a patrol of dragonkin and servants of the Spirit meandering their very streets. Machinations of the void scouted ahead of their turbulent city, floating in the skies where it does not belong. As the world turned adrift to the horrors and dark servants of the void, proud and unswerving servants of GOD and pertainers of Asioth began their conquest to stop the land on clouds -- only the existence of the Seven Skies may stand before the glory of His wrath. The group of beatified lords and knights prepared themselves before the voidal tear, coming across some fallacious king and his gigantic, sinful men clad in plates of lustrous gold. From the beginning to the end, they fought valiantly in hopes to stop the oppression of the void; a few moments later, the servant of GOD, voice of the world strode forth and brought ruin to the tear through self sacrifice; a staunch and blessed follower of the almighty. A culmination of voidal energies spiraled into the room, vaporizing all sacred followers and immortal dragonkin in an instant, gazed by the eyes of the Archdrakaar. [The above is a depiction of the roleplay and should not be metagamed as everyone in the room died, hence could not be documented]. FALL OF ANDO ALUR A message from the Inquisitor Eternal To mortalkind and their unsifted naivety, we bear news of greatness. A rally of our brethren, wreathed by flames, drew chaos to the amalgamation of the void -- a breach in the world that was unneeded. Through the holy sacraments of our great comrade, Saevel IV who presented to us a gift of eternal being (through his own servant), we brought down the putrid and evil stain of Ando Alur once and for all. If you see this as a crime against GOD, I dare you speak before us. If you saw this as a crime against morality, I dare you speak before us. You are foolish, the thickness in your skin and head lets you not comprehend the dullness of your inanity. We have saved the world from an abyss of voidal horrors looking to breach the fabrics of our natural domain. I have no time to play nice anymore, as threats roll in from the scourge of church, pretending to be staunch beholders of His very eyes. I have no patience for those who seek to harm my kin. This is war upon war, and death upon death. An inquisition will be rallied if you respond in full. Take this kindness in the form of the fall, enjoying the ruckus of your voidal destruction. Be at peace with the world. Once again, we thank the Spirit and vibrancy of Saevel VI. Eluitholnear, the Inquisitor Eternal. [The following letter above is public to anyone who wishes to believe it.] 79 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bhased 3587 Share Posted August 24, 2021 (edited) High Prince Evar'tir Oranor observes the distant catastrophic events on the Eastern seaboard from his balcony in Amaethea. The 'ker swirls liquor in his glass, leaning back in his seat. "Crazy bastard actually did it. The loon." He uttered, recalling his final conversation with the man, just hours prior. Spoiler Edited August 25, 2021 by Bhased 17 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ronin_champloo 5951 Share Posted August 24, 2021 MARCHOSIAS writhed and frothed upon the floor, the last fragments of his mind deteriorating and breaking as the Voidal Creature skewered and battered him -- breaking his body onto oblivion. With a weak snarl, wisps of smoke trailing from his shattered maw, he thought of one last fleeting emotion as his body began to dissipate and burn away onto ash; that of a free world, unshackled by the ruinous ambitions of the dreaded void. The flickering mind soon dispersed and burnt away, remnants of ash and cinder drifting where once was a man. And the sigil that was burnt onto his mind was an everlasting mark that he'd come to cling onto -- that of a Three-Headed Drake. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Norgeth 1111 Share Posted August 24, 2021 Azdor Morulson cries upon the death of his father in the distant land, for he is truly gone, never to be seen again... 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jentos 6814 Share Posted August 24, 2021 The fire of ambition burned brightly in the eyes of GAMLING ; child of Azdromoth. Victory had been wrestled against Void by those of Creation, and the nephillim rejoiced, as insignificant as that victory was. 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lhindir_ 3436 Share Posted August 24, 2021 ((Nozcon got a little wild)) 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheTri 378 Share Posted August 24, 2021 (edited) Dael'droch watched from a safe distance as the sun arose in the midst of a dark, moonlit night-- Quite an uncharacteristic occurrence, and he had known immediately what transpired as his teal gaze lingered upon the monumental explosion. Then, as he stood unwavering at the peak of the particularly warm mountain, furious arcs of wind streaked through his cascading silken locks, closely following the destruction of Alluria. His expression was one which was - at first - completely neutral in nature. His gaze remained dutiful as he stared upon the abhorrent fortress whilst it plummeted to the floor, and he spoke with unadulterated monotony, "Wrath is trait which bears no rightful place within any elf. I have purged myself of this characteristic: for it is one exclusively humane in nature." Behind his thin spectacles, his eyelids quivered ever slow slightly. His visage remained glazed numbly over the mortifying scene, one of utter destruction, and his single arm drew upward to clasp at his heart. It was at this point that his stoic, paled countenance faltered, and his jaw came to a clench, "It is a trait which I once thought myself to be devoid of. . ." Spake he as his lips began to tremble. "And yet," He continued these utterings-- utterings which no ears but his own observed. He dropped to his knees, and tears welled up within the man's eyes, "I am irked by the thought that allowing this to occur, and facilitating the process, is a display of Wrath unlike any other. It is so potent, that it can be mistaken for malice." It was at this point that his typical apathetic facade shattered entirely. He doubled over, writhing upon the hardened terrain of the mountain top, and crying desperately out for help, and yet it was upon naught but the indifferent ears of nature-- Upon the all powerful Material which he had come to rely upon so heavily. The man wailed and wept for some time following this-- Even though the plan had been meticulously thought out, he could not shake the intrusive thought that he had lost more loved one's than he could count upon two hands. And yet, he had known all along that this would be the result. He stood silently by and allowed such a wretched plan to take action, and actually assisted in the execution of such. Could he truly call those that died his loved ones, bearing this in mind? "What is wrong with me?! How am I so far gone? At what point did I lose myself?!" His sporadic thrashing upon the ground slowly ceased after several minutes - even if they felt like hours - and he laid still, with tears pouring uncontested down his face. Challenging the likes of God is but one of the descendants' greatest sins-- And it is one with a toll nothing short of immeasurable. And despite the evidence being the destruction before his very eyes, the ignorant Droch could not come to accept it. He eventually came to reason that this pursuit was one borne of ambition-- And ambition is a selfish man's drug. Edited August 25, 2021 by TheTri 11 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nozgoth 2897 Share Posted August 24, 2021 (edited) And so it had to be. Some crazed follower of GOD, thrice-risen, filled with delirium and ire in his heart knew only what it was he had to do. "Ando Alur, opulent, shining with brilliance is nothing but a festering abyss. And it has been purged, purified by rite of GOD!" These were the words of Saevel IV, and in turn, his supposed GOD; a war forever ignited against The World and all its subjects. "The snake slays himself and brings himself to life." Spoiler Edited August 25, 2021 by Nozoa 15 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Archangelic 212 Share Posted August 24, 2021 Amalya Amador grinned to herself, cheeks reddened from intoxication. She truly didn't have friends and spent her eve getting drunk from spiced wine within the kitchen of her tower. Twirling her glass in hand she let the brew spill to the flooring, her laugh echoing through the tower as she called to no one in particular."My husband organizes terrorist attacks, DEMOLISHES floating cities... what does YOURS do!?" 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
NotAPan 459 Share Posted August 24, 2021 "Calamity." the blind 'ker uttered under his breath as he heard of the news, continuing on his travel to elsewhere- far from the East. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wyrvun 1262 Share Posted August 24, 2021 "Maybe these fuckers ain't so bad. I mean I cans appreciate that. New favorite group'a turs." 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Johann 1399 Share Posted August 25, 2021 An iron-clad magus fell to his knees 'afore the unravelling rift. A fleeting smile passed his visage before his own decimation. "Glorious Purpose." His plan had come to fruition, the deed done. What goes up must come down, and what is started must be finished, the Sword of Damocles fallen. 13 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjikhei 696 Share Posted August 25, 2021 In the distance, a Carrington frowns expectantly, waiting for some other news to arrive on the subject so he might add it to his documentation of events in the world of a mystical nature. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reckless Banzai Screamer 11530 Share Posted August 25, 2021 Caliban Ithelanen is sent to the voidal oblivion as he's vaporized, the proud Gladewynn soldier who had slayed trade princesses and sohaers had his last fight. An alchemist with butt worms convulses and ree's as magic pulses through Almaris, moonspeak piercing his ears until inevitably he passes out in a dark cave network underground. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
yandeer 731 Share Posted August 25, 2021 An aged warrior cackled with infernal delight as her form caught flame- the room burning around her under the lick of her divine spark. In those final moments, there was no true thought, only glimpses of that which had once been sane, yet every movement was calculated, methodical, structured to buy a second more. As the frame collapsed, and her companions were obliterated entirely the only thing that Midnetora could think was perhaps this was a splinter of Asioth. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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