KBR 1484 Popular Post Share Posted September 20, 2021 Spoiler In Flaming Revelry Journey They had lost their way, that was clear to Sir Octavian. Once such lands would’ve been littered with villages and barons eager to make their mark upon the world; now, only the occasional roadman was waiting to prey upon the half-famished farmers on their way to pay tax to the petty prince and his assembly of bureaucrats, too heavy to even make it beyond the walls of Providence. The Imperial State Army would not be here to save these men, for they were not an army but a guard force of noblemen sent there by their fathers in the name of political advancement. Reflection This was not the Empire that Sir Octavian remembered, nor the Empire that he had helped build. He frowned some then as he dismounted from his jet-black steed, plated boots clunking into the rough gravel roads of New-Esbec. He walked the streets, once full of hope and joy. Now, the town was abandoned abandoned for all but a few of the most heinous souls, set only for a parade of ghosts. The tavern's sign hung halfway off, creaking eerily in the wind. He entered, sat at the dust-covered bar, wrote a letter to a sister far away, and sent it off. Then, he waited. The Arrival - Days Later The air in New Esbec seemed abnormally warm that morning. Even for the summer, the mountain air normally seemed crisp and uncomfortably biting at the cold-blooded Dragonkin’s skin. Arthonath made his way to the gates then, a smile forming on his face as he saw the faces of his brothers and sisters climbing the mountain path before him. "Helinathe." he smiled toothily, greeting her with a brotherly hug, extending the same to Antonius then, before greeting the Heralds with a nod of his head. "Let this be a message then, to those within the Empire and those beyond, that our Father’s reach extends further than they might ever know." His sister responded, “Not only a message to the Empire, but a celebration for the arrival of Antonius who has come back to us, brother.” She clutched his arm then, determined perhaps that her newly-returned sibling not leave once more. Flames The Banner of Azdromoth was raised within New Esbec that afternoon. His worshipers made their way throughout the city, burning it to the ground, some in glee, others in solemn reluctance. Sir Octavian passed a torch onwards to the former architect of the city, "Finish now what you started." And with that, a final torch was thrown, setting the ever towering manor aflame. And thus, as the sun fell beyond the reaches of the mountains, the city stood out as a beacon for all within those accursed mountains to witness. Reverence And thus, even as the sun’s warm gaze fell beyond the reaches of the mountains, the flaming city stood out as a beacon, a flaming pillar of The Arch-Drakaar’s own image towering into the skies above for all to witness, a bonfire in celebration of sibling’s reunion made merrier by the herald’s pledge. 31 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ErikAzog 3313 Share Posted September 20, 2021 (edited) would read the news from the long abandoned Esbec, nodding, "Well this is the most that's happened over there in decades. I guess it would be easy to burn down a ghost town after it was abandoned by it's Proprietor." would state Philip Aurelian, the Duke of Adria to no one in particular. Edited September 20, 2021 by ErikAzog 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
JoanOfArc 4586 Share Posted September 20, 2021 Helinathe stood watching over the flames with her newly proclaimed herald. "Look into the flames," the Azdrazi remarked, "this is a bonfire for your birth, a bonfire for the Lord, a bonfire for my brother, and a bonfire for the Father. Never forget this sight, Sister." 13 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qizu 4038 Share Posted September 20, 2021 "How much more will the people of the Empire tolerate, it seems forever at this point." barked the elder Sarkozy as he saw the smoke rising from the horizon, nothing but a devious grin would be upon the man's face tonight. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BenevolentManacles 2232 Share Posted September 20, 2021 HIM consorts briefly with a wizard who determines the Esbecian fire to be caused by a knocked over lamp. Knocked over by a cow, in fact, whose starvation from lack of attentive care had driven it to madness, before it collapsed. How the lamp was lit after such long abandonment, the Emperor could not figure. 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Monomakhos 1837 Share Posted September 20, 2021 Rhys Briarwood threw his hands into the air as he finally made it home from his ten-years long milk run to Providence, only to find his brother's family estate burning down. "Well, shucks! All that hard work for nothing! If only the Imperial government actually cared for its far-flung subjects in the provinces, then maybe this wouldn't have happened... oh well, it could always be worse; I could've been born as Philip Aurelian, the clown of Adria!" Rambling into ventures hardly relevant to the fact that his home was burning down, he took a long, well-deserved sip of that milk. "Ah, refreshing." 13 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Valannor 6345 Share Posted September 20, 2021 Were tidings of such a thing to reach that Lady of Silver within her mountain halls, she would halt in place, pausing to read the document thence in triplicate, and then once more for good measure. She dared not spit out the mouthful of tea she had sipped from her cup - but alas, she leaned back in her chair as a crow of white squawked angrily in her ear. So she then asked of herself, and of the numerous funeral urns that surrounded her; "So the Wyrmlings of the Titan go out and burn an abandoned town to ashes and embers... for what reason, prithee? As far as I can see, it was a waste of good wood; waste not, want not, after all... What do you think, Amthalion darling?" She asked of the simplistic kiln 'pon her nightstand, as if it could answer her. "Ti, I suppose that's right- if it was abandoned, noone was hurt, and that's what matters- no, that doesn't mean we go scrounge up anything left, unlike you, I am not a career criminal!" 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BobBox 3211 Share Posted September 20, 2021 A stone being of titanic proportions remembered visiting the town once. He would not forget the scaled ones hand in burning it down next time he came upon them. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mirtok 2848 Share Posted September 20, 2021 Drasus made landfall at the base of the smoldering ghost town that was New Esbec. He remembered in his youth that a man named Iskander Basrid was entrusted with the prosperity of the region. To think what an abysmal failure he was in said venture. It was no wonder to him that he had turned tail and slunk off into obscurity, leaving the township of New Esbec in a worse position than when he had started. As he made his way through the town he observed the wanton destruction about him. The Archchancellor chuckled to himself as he saw the childish scribblings of some clearly mentally deficient idiots that read 'Azdromoth'. It seems they really wanted it known that the 'Arch-Drakarr' was the culprit, having repeated the graceless message on any surface they could find. Drasus remarked aloud . . ."The Arch-Worm strikes again." With a scowl, Drasus returned to his boat and made way for the Capital. 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjikhei 696 Share Posted September 20, 2021 And so it was that news of this tragedy reached the ears of an especially puzzled Carrington scion. He'd only last visited New Esbec recently during an investigation, on which the findings had been inconclusive, yet promising. How interesting it may be, for him to resume such a study. A new branch of information for his thesis altogether. Surely worth looking into, if anything. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hephaestus 1317 Share Posted September 20, 2021 "DUNAMIS! DUNAMIS IN ESBEC!" IN the throes of an unabated mania, one begrimed peasant cantered out the solace and bounds of his farmhand home: hands flailing and splaying to and fro. For, in reel and rout, the fires of fry and brimstone razed the town to its very toes. "DUNAMIS IN ESBEC, I TELL YOU!" 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ReveredOwl 5331 Share Posted September 20, 2021 "Are the imperials going to pretend this didn't happen too, in a bid to avoid actually for filling their duty as fidei defensor?" asked Basil Moroul. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sweet Nerevarine 133 Share Posted September 20, 2021 Otrok Qan caught the whiff of embers in the air. A moue formed upon his face, an expression of part pity, part disturbance. Border towns had always been but the beginning of terrible things to come, however desolate they may be. He had witnessed the happy days of past empires fleet away. He had seen the barbarity of Man's empires in their waning days. And with a rearing of his steed, he turned and rode south. He would not be around to see the horrors of their strife again. Soon, he thought, the wigs, pomp, and faux civility would be replaced. Gallows, superstition, and fearsome paranoia were to be the qualities of the new era; qualities which never boded well for the turkins... 'O Illah, protect them from the north, protect them from the south, from the east, and from the west; for surely no road shall be without war. Let them take refuge in your magnificence when there is nothing left. Ameen.' 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ronin_champloo 5951 Share Posted September 20, 2021 "It is in poor taste for a Dragon to prove his superiority by slaying and burning mortals. It is in poorer taste for one to proclaim it for all to hear, reveling all in long-winded boasts." The voice called out, tone crackling with the peal of thunder. He'd turn to his blade where a red eye resided, slit-like pupil burning with primal intelligence. Streams of smoke covered its sharp form, glistening with adamant luster as that intelligence soon became a mocking bemusement. It soon spoke out, deep and guttural, heavy and foreboding -- sounding of molten flames and stone, laden with vehemence; "THEY DID BOTH IN A SINGLE NIGHT." 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MikoMonster 1393 Share Posted September 20, 2021 An armor-clad woman rode northward through frozen wastelands as the frigid nighttime wind bit into her cheeks. She urged her steed faster, fatigue setting in as the scent of smoke wafted from her cloak. In the ashes that she left behind her, she denounced a portion of her blood, and filled its place with an undying loyalty to her siblings and her Father. Eleanore sighed deeply as she led her mount through the gates of her new family's keep. It had been a long and arduous evening. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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