Goon 1434 Popular Post Share Posted August 26, 2021 [This missive is public knowledge and is meant to be accessible to all readers.] Spoiler TO THE FALL OF DRAGONKINA SUMMONS OF UNITY To the denizens of Almaris: In response to the Fall of Ando Alur, it is with immense vindication that this missive is penned; That the crusade against The False Lord Azdromoth and his willfully ignorant followers is a divinely righteous undertaking. The echous call of the tormented voidal creation stated just so; to make no mistake; that foolish descendants and those of Dragonkin have caused this ruination. Forget not that the tear beneath the Soaring City was only begun by practitioners of voidal manipulation, but it was ultimately deepened by corrupted servants of the malevolent dragon and their misguided meddling. To assume they had well-intentions would be unaligned to the land they have left scorned and scarred in their wake- typical of their kind. Since their otherworldly creation, the Azdrazi have continued to be the bane of all of our peoples. Their shared sympathies with the world-consuming Inferi and the destruction left behind from their carelessness in Ando Alur both act as testament to such a plaguing existence. Furthermore, it is with certainty that I assure you; they feel no remorse for what they have caused. If you’ve the displeasure of perusal through their own missive regarding the incident, you will see that they openly mock you. They dare for you to admonish them or question the validity of their misaction; in fallacious elitism. This missive is meant to call forth a uniting of all fronts; all fronts unaffiliated with the foul perversions of the afflicted dragonmen. All fronts to equal the same conclusion, and all fronts that seek the same victory; the complete alienation and eradication of the drake’s scourge. The Men and Women of the Canonist Church, The Qualasheen Followers of Allah,Worshippers of The Aspects and The Spirits, The Forgotten Templars of Malchediael, and to all other wrongfully-defined ‘Laymen’ of Descendants; Let us raise banners with a common enemy in sight. Allow this message to act as extension of the olive branch; to absolve all squabbles and differences of past between your people and These Champions of Xan- least until our shared draconic menace is spurned. Allow this message to act as proclamation; that the Crusade against Azdromoth’s Scourge is inevitable and imminent. No longer should the taint of Azdromoth feel at home within our realm. Cull your forces, and greet your neighbors in arms; and prepare for what is to come: The PURGE of Darkspawns and all their affiliations. Signed, The Grand Justiciar of the Brothers of Virtue Alicjo Verrana The Commander of the Order of the Golden Flower Aer’dir Mallos Wyrmstalker of the Lions of Lorraine Sister Shrike Adjudicator of the Covenant of The Sunlit Path Gaelûnduyn Ephoth 49 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sham404 464 Share Posted August 26, 2021 Edric wonders aloud to his sons around the fireplace, "Peculiar. It seems we 'pagan' people are not puposely invited to partake in this particular party to pacify the poor lizards. I expect this performance to pain me, done by those without even a pair of peanuts in their pants." 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
rukio 8910 Share Posted August 26, 2021 "Strange." Remarks Aobh with some neutral expression. Her off-white bandaged visage looks up from the chancery, to the ceiling. Who knew what the future would hold, after all? 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ronin_champloo 5951 Share Posted August 26, 2021 AMIDST a fiery wasteland of his own doing, did he grasp and wield a fractured and ruined banner of his kinsmen; the sigil of a Three-Headed Drake. It burnt fervently amidst the ash-covered winds, embers and cinders clinging onto its tarnished beauty. And there, did he await -- bidding his time in torture until his body would reform, until he would clash steel with Paladins, not Xannities who masqueraded as them; wielding his gifts, yet knowing not of the ruinous duty that they donned. Those who'd hide, bicker and pretend to walk the Sunlit path. Pretenders of Light, not Wardens of it. FLAMES would clash against light, and he'd be there to burn and wield the symbol of his people. 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Melpomenne 1553 Share Posted August 26, 2021 A wayward traveller sat in a tavern afar, hearing of the missive from the chatter bustling about the area. Without a moments notice, the woman prepared to make her way home. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
AfroJoeTheOlogBro 1093 Share Posted August 26, 2021 A worn shaman sits within his swamp, spitting upon the missive before crumbling it up. "Mi nub luv duh azdrazi eithuh, but lats kant go lyin in duh parcheemintz. Mi klomped inferi alongzyde azdrazi, dae even had uh big zkahim boom ball!" 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Werew0lf 12024 Share Posted August 26, 2021 The Inquisitor Eternal stared at the parchment that somehow landed into his very hands. Once again, he read the contents of the rally-call, lips curling into a gentle simper. “At least the effort was put in. Good attempt, tin-man.” Eluitholnear commented, awaiting for anyone to arrive. 11 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
gameingg 603 Share Posted August 26, 2021 (edited) "The slaves of the Aspects and of the Aengudaemonica, gathered into a horde to persecute a war against the righteous few who stand against their vile manipulations... The Azdrazi are allies of Descendants, the Deceiver's kind seeks to turn the inhabitants of the Material against one another. I stand with the sons of Azdromoth." The mage said, sharpening the blade that would soon taste the blood of Xannites and Aspectists alike. Edited August 26, 2021 by gameingg 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ryloth 4314 Share Posted August 26, 2021 A Kharajyr runs the flat of an ancient bronze sabre with a silken cloth, its stained and mottled metal dull against a candle light nearby. Still the tool stood, a remnant of a by-gone kingdom of yore, of Ioth'Vah. Taking up the weapon by its handle he peers over both sides of the blade. A bolt of tattered cloth wrapped the pommel, dangling its crimson banner in a dull sun and water stained hue of rustic aura. Fa'Rot Zin-Tamn was a beautiful weapon, but an old one. Settling it atop the tabletop at his side, he leans back in his seat. The smell of the explosion across the water where what used to be Ando Alur still hanged in the air. "Ignorant as ever." He murmured in remark towards the missive. He thought of what might have been if the voidal tear hadn't been closed, if it only grew larger, more unstable, before shaking his head in disappointment with the Descendants once again. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
StrongBear 1185 Share Posted August 26, 2021 A man who allowed himself to slip into a dangerous fit of rage, looks over the missive with a cautious gaze, "Hmm?" He pondered before making the long trek to his shrine to prepare and mend his broken armor. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
hotbox_monk 977 Share Posted August 26, 2021 A figure overlooks the wasteland that once was the Eastern Coast of Almaris. The massive crater from Ando Alur still smoldering with voidal energy. “What goes up. Must come down.” 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheCapybara 1803 Share Posted August 26, 2021 “Dang both sides suck. I bet ten mina this group is accidentally going to be the cause of murdering an innocent. Cause what am I to expect that a canonist might NOT attempt to attack a voidal mage? Or etcera. We cannot really group together unless it’s a world ending event. Mika.” The scholarly and snappy ‘aheral would comment to the leader of the Silver Lubba with a raspy and jesting tone. “And if I am wrong, I will give ten mina back.” She’d also add after her first comment, still with the same tone, a smug smirk on her face. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wand 932 Share Posted August 26, 2021 A regal Mali' scribes beneath an Elder Tree. The name Alicjo provokes a memory of Attenlund: a coterie of Xan-sworn taking up armaments against infernal Nachezer. The elven lord takes up his favored relic, the Arm of Aeriel. Remembering one fateful night in the Silver woodland, he marches on. "So turns the Wheel." 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TaytoTot 1168 Share Posted August 26, 2021 The ‘aheral looked over the missive, her eyes narrowing onto the contents. She’d then hand the paper to her husband. “Seems ‘tis the season for war. They claim our own llir to be enemies. Though, they took down that damned city. They did us a great act, I fear we can never repay.” She sighed, thinking back on all her azdrazi liiran. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Security_ 1075 Share Posted August 26, 2021 A young, raven haired youth prepares his ivory pike. “Perhaps it is time to tear down the lackluster hubris these serpents hold, before they bring down all of the land in name of their wyrm.” 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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