Wand 932 Popular Post Share Posted October 21, 2021 Prelude. Spoiler The Elven lord came upon the tower at last, ascending its char-black steps. Upon his steel had gathered the scent of brimstone, and the sulfuric film of that volcanic ruin cloaked the red upon his shoulders. Once this place may have been made his grave. Now, willingly, did he walk into it, to glean the answer he sought. Upon his belt was the sword of inheritance, a mirror of Dagnir coiled with Voidal Fire. For a time, he was alone, greeted only by a burning, smoldering horizon, which seemed to cast a hateful glaze of red upon Almaris beyond. From here there was no life to be seen, no movement save the churning of the earth below and the smoke beyond this blackened tower. Silence then enraptured the lands, cloaking the rumbling of the earth and all ambient flame and vapors. Formless masses of shadow and smoke loomed high above, as dull flashes of crimson light flickered beneath the clouds. As the skin above lowered, so were revealed great peaks of the earth, claw-like as they sought to grasp the sky. Within that tower room, a formless thing took shape from the crimson and ebon mural fixed into the ruined wall. As the elf lord turned to face it, the shadows took shape. Before him stood the Titan in his chosen form - cruel yet fair, whose brow was ensorcelled with a circle of lightning, and whose eyes were alight with incandescent hatred. “Well - here you are again, elf lord.” “Here I am.” The Elf and the Arch-Drakaar spoke of names and and accolades, yet together in this stilled moment, there was only one thing to be said. “-My message was perceived - received, so it seems.” “Yes. And I have your answer.” Forward did the Elf step, towards doom, towards this Arch-Drakaar, and yet the Sylvaeri’s peaceable nature did not rebel, for this was an answer he had been waiting for, ever since the Azdrazi sought to drag him to this very place. No armor, no weapon would matter here. The Elf presented himself. “-And so here I am.” “You are a resilient and proud creature - strong. That is why you will relay this message to the world.” The message had been spoken, and so all the world’s weight had been put upon the Elven Lord’s. There in that gloom was he given a name, and of the Elf, Azdromoth then said, “I do not know for what you have come, elf lord. But this doom I give to you and you alone, wheel-turner.” Many still were the questions in the Elf’s heart, and of one, the Arch-Drakaar spoke. “But these are things of which I can only speak half-truths. And if all that is said by dragons is deceitful, then I am but a king of liars. So to you elf lord, I say this. Go now and share my message. Let it be as true as all that [he] has told you. When all the world’s forests weep at the wounding of the Idol’s Garden, then you will have your answer.” Gone was Azdromoth, a shadow into the sky above. [!] Far and across every realm - to all Descendant kind, the following message would be delivered. To some, it will be stamped with a self-devouring serpent. To others, a single, baleful eye wreathed with flame. To some still, an assembly of seven stars above an Elven crown. The meaning, regardless is the same. I have walked into the den of the Titan, expecting death, and instead am given this charge. This warning I extend to Almaris and all its peoples. “Mark this hour’s passing. Amathea’s doom is certain. I will come upon it as a great and terrible malice of the like that this world has only just forgotten. It will begin at the city’s heart, which will blacken and burn. A poison will flow through the woodland realm’s veins, and when it has been made grey, I will reap all that I have sown and feast upon its lifeforce. Black metal will fall from the sky and mar every monument to elvenkind, every altar to your gods, and every grove in which you celebrate life. I will do this without pause. And when I have finished my work I will look to the East.” For Azdromoth is his name Calamity, his domainAmaethea is next.@Bhased @Panashea @Iverach @_pr0fit @Xarkly @Terry @OhDeerLord@Lionbileti @BenevolentManacles @WestCarolina @Formenost @Malaise @Valannor @Abeam @Monkee@Bethinwonderland @Suicidium 37 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Media Wizard 2954 Share Posted October 21, 2021 The elven prince growled as the words reached his ears. Without hesitation, he sent forward a swarm of black birds to the Wardens, Druids, Templars and Rangers of the realm. "Let us test whether we deserve these trees and stones. War comes; to war we go." 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DragonofTaters 477 Share Posted October 21, 2021 "I used to think dragons were cool." A one legged 'Fenn muttered grimly, grabbing a sword that leaned against the wall. "I guess we will have to bring the ice and death of the North Winds to this one. Damnit, now I have to go talk to my cousin..." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MRCHENN 3663 Share Posted October 21, 2021 "Good thing it doesn't mention the South!" Augustus wipes a bead of sweat, remarking to the Prince of Savoy. @Lionbileti 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TreeSmoothie 4903 Share Posted October 21, 2021 "Asioth's children are truly among the most durable. Not even the largest nations actively head-hunting them can keep 'em down," a husked figure spoke, turning to face their old friend with a toothy grin. "Not that Druids or Paladins give much of a fight, though!" @Qizu 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TwistedFries 426 Share Posted October 21, 2021 “I just can’t keep up with the world news this elven day, my Aspects.” The man sighed out of frustration as he sifted through the pile of papers he somehow receives frequently. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Valannor 6345 Share Posted October 21, 2021 A Lady in Silver, knowing these tidings, marched off to meet an old friend... 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Evonpire 1834 Share Posted October 21, 2021 Meanwhile, An idle Paladin read through the missive, such grim tidings is it not? But, at least he would have his hands full once more. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
AfroJoeTheOlogBro 1093 Share Posted October 21, 2021 The Watcher of the World opened his withered eyes, grasping the missive that had somehow made it's way to his domain. The omen he had waited for, the danger to the World he Watched, finally presenting itself. And thus, his ragged body rose, and he made to move 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shmeepicus 3942 Share Posted October 21, 2021 Ivan Viktor Ruthern fiddles ignorantly with a gadget in the homestead of Kositz. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jentos 6884 Share Posted October 21, 2021 A troubled figure rolled back and forth on his bed of ash, trampled by nightmare. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mephiedantes 94 Share Posted October 21, 2021 An elf which bared the hood of the one who sent out the missive grasped it with anger as he rose his functional arm to the legions and associates behind him atop the hill they stood on "we halt our conquest. we must wait for him to return.." he said in a tone of anger not known to his associates. The elf looked up to the stars at broad daylight "The wheel turns." he said as he whistled for his dove. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Werew0lf 12024 Share Posted October 21, 2021 The statue of the Inquisitor Eternal cracked from the lips, its effigy slowly decaying in vexation; the monarch was unable to join his kindred in an eternal war against the most-hated of elven-kind. Sadly, he was but a lidless eye -- dead. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terry 1859 Share Posted October 22, 2021 Grand King Ulfric Frostbeard would read the missive as it was delivered to him, in his royal quarters. He'd give it a curious glance, before placing it at his side and departing his quarters, to the Council Chamber. There, he would withdraw his pipe, packing it as he had plenty of times before. Upon lighting it, he'd take a seat on the Obsidian Throne, now withdrawing the missive. It was here where he'd finally give it a full read. And then he'd read it again, and again. "Azdromoth..." He'd hiss to himself, the word stinging his mind as his thoughts raced back to the election, "Draakopf." He'd stand, crumpling the missive. He'd walk forward and place his hands on the podium. "And when I have finished my work I will look to the East,” he'd repeat to himself, before looking to the vast expanse of the Council floor. "I pray teh the Brathmordakin t'at yeh look teh the East and yeh look well, Archdrakaar. The khazadmar are not simply ah race ov which will beh bullied an' tormented bah teh loikes ov yeh. Weh 'ave faced t'at ov which questioned teh vereh existence ov our folk, an' 'ave survived by teh skin ov our backs an' blood ov our peoples. Yeh may 'ave whispehed 'oneyed words an' sweet nothin's teh Draakopf an' attempted teh turn Urguan t'rough 'im, but o'I stand 'ere now as proof t'at weh are nae upended easileh." He'd hiss, banging the podium with a burly fist. He'd then turn, moving to sit back atop the Obsidian Throne. "Teh Gran' Kingdom will beh readeh. o'I will beh readeh, an' may Dungrimm bless teh Khazadmar an' et's peoples when yeh arroive." Spoiler 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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