The Burning of our Totems

[Ryloth 4316]

[!] A missive finds itself tacked upon the signposts of Providence, hastily-written in a moment of glee after the burnings in the Orenian capital.

 

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THE BURNING OF OUR TOTEMS

 

 

“From stone to scale, my wings are torn,

A song of death do I sing.

A curse to fear, a rite to mourn,

Love not the pain I bring.

Splendor to dust, my soul forlorn,

We are your fallen Kings.

But now we die, to be reborn,

When Aenguls clip our wings.”

 

HARK, DENIZENS OF PROVIDENCE: You are BLESSED by the fires of ASIOTH! Bathe in the light of DEATH and REBIRTH, for this is LIFE! All are consumed by the flame, if not the dirt beneath your feet -- for our earthly Lord shall bend the heavens to His will, and tear down the shackles of divinity forevermore. Heed not the devilry that is what you call DIVINE, for the most HOLY are they who walk our Auric Path, the road of wisdom and knowledge, strength and power; of ascension! Witness that which is the BIRTH OF DRAGONS, the fires that reap that effigy of Our Lord.

 

The Arch-Drakaar bears witness the sight of ye Pagan wigs, like the Fatherists of Norland afar, worshipping the great Ashwood trees burning with their mundane flame -- but He is LOVING, and so KNEEL before His might; bear witness His power! Afore your Cathedral lay the great totem of our Titan, one which burned the fires of DEATH to meet the hands of REBIRTH. Witness your Cathedral, an improvement of the last -- for this is LIFE!

 

Pray upon the great totem, and seek the path of enlightenment; 'else ye wig be burned!

 

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Art: Tom Young

[hotbox_monk 1023]

A lone figure revels.

[BDanecker 858]

"Et's almost as ef, perhaps, t'a fire-centric dragonkin birthed o' burning heat loike for their shrines to burn. Who would've thought... Could 'ave covered et en ice, er jest shoite, or somethin'..." Says a greedy dwarf in his tavern while hearing his patrons speak of the ignorance of Providence.