A Grim Message

[TheWyrdWolf 1532]

A Grim Message
‘Razaakharhala zu'Fenn’

 

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A discordant melody of many voices speaking together in disjointed unison would break the silence of that winter forest.

"Strong.."

"Proud.."

"Unified.."

"But most importantly of all.. Survivors.."
 

Tendrils of sickly cobalt mist snaked their way through the frozen undergrowth as the heavy snows fell quietly upon the landscape. Small fauna darted quickly away as that sense of overwhelming dread followed in the path of the mist wherever it went.. A presence of malicious intent and cunning. This cold night would have been just like any other in Fenn, had it not been for the commotion that currently took place at the gates of the City. 

"Yes.. those Judged worthy will serve the Black Sun well.. for the good of all Mortal Man.."
 

The flaming pyre that marked the remains of previous battles and the remnants of Fenn's previous enemies, crackled and burned amidst a growing gathering of concerned citizens, all of whom had their gazes set upon the Prince of Fenn who did his best to calm their nerves and answer their questions. They all stood before a grim message that had been carved unto the flagstones before them. 

In no uncertain terms it read "PREPARE TO BE JUDGED."
 

A Messenger had come for them, clad in infernal black armour and wreathed in a sickly miasma. It had delivered its message and the Prince of Fenn had responded with the sword.
 

In the shadows of a tree at the edge of the nearby forest did those misty tendrils reform, taking the shape of an amorphous humanoid figure clad in heavy robes that seemingly fluttered of their own accord in an ethereal wind. The creature was silent, merely content to watch on from the darkness as it studied the Prince and his people with those ice cold eyes that framed the centre of their otherwise featureless face.

The people of Fenn.. a curious lot that she had studied for some time now. She had walked their streets, eavesdropped on their conversations and she knew.. Deep within her twisted form she knew there was a chance to save them from the coming storm that was inevitably coming to Almaris.
 

The creature's gaze drifted past each of the faces present as she listened to their conversation and willing the many tormented souls within her own form to be silent so that she could fully appreciate what was being discussed. She had come to deliver a warning to them.. For soon the people of Fenn would be Judged, they were the first on her list and the most promising by far. And like everyone on this continent they would all be given a chance, to turn away from the light of the Aenguls and to the Vengeful Path. To Xion.
 

The road ahead was a difficult one that only the strong would be able to walk, she was about to judge the Descendants and those who came out of the trials of blood, darkness and fire alive.. They would find peace in Xion at the end when all the work was done.

Together they would defeat the Aenguls and put an end to the endless cycle of calamities that plagued Mortal Man and together they would rise from the ashes of that conflict to embrace a new world made in their image. Made in the image of Xion
 

 

Judgement had come to Fenn. And there would be a reckoning paid in Blood.
 

[AfroJoeTheOlogBro 1095]

A loyal servant sat amongst the snow, infernal cage of armor only serving to enhance the dreadful cold of the land around it. It sat, and watched, and waited......merely looking upon the city of the Fennic Remnants....it sat and thought, as sorrowful ponderintgs turned to gentle fire in it's form "Who is truly to be judged here, I wonder......who shall I bet set upon? For My Lady's bloody hatred to consume me once more.....is this a test for them, or the loyal? Opportunities abound, theres no time for idle patter." And thus the servant rose, Tyrant of Sorrow, Elucidator of Truths. It knew its work would be two fold, but all it could hear was fury, that aching fury that smothered the melancholy. It marched to the city, eager to fight, eager to test...

[Mescaffier 6197]

A figure stirs within the Barrows of Almaris' accursed Tomblands, awaiting their calling.

[EdenCringe 181]

Eyes shoot open from the darkest depths, awoken once more - finally, with a duty to fulfill. From the frozen tundra of Almaris, they will learn one's fury. A beast was set free from it's cage, and it was hungry.. for-

"Blood."

One shall see to that the will of Xion will be enforced, whether that be by words of witness.. or by violence.

"Radiant is the Black Sun, perhaps I'll pay Morael a visit.."

 

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Time to get spoopy.. @LilTee2000 :>

[christman 3529]

Some forlorn thing, clad in the inky shadow of the Tomblands began in preparation. The very nature of undeath clinging to her words, and body, as she mulled. 

 

"Radiant is the black sun," Mused she, gaze outset towards the Northlands. 

 

The time of reckoning was soon.

The will of Xion said it so.

[Holyland 3650]

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A northern Father of the arctic fjord raised a hand - striking the sjamanistik down upon the Sjammentromme - drums of ritual, drums of war. The sound reverberated out across the bitter landscape, awakening holy, eldritch entities, of the Creator. A call to the Blackened Sun, to the GOD. 

 

"A city of sin, disciplined, as any." 

[Carson 1165]

A dejected Mali waits for her calling, gripping a thanhium mace at the ready.

[Cally 1080]

The loyal mutt of yearning, festering loathe sat upon its jaden throne. It’s weary, skeletal sockets bobbed up with a twitch of scorn. It instinctively followed the rabid will of its Lady, the darkest few rumbled with..-

 

 

Anticipation. 
 

Hungry were the few whom flooded the Remnants of what once was a city among the skies; now sodden with malice and blood below. 
 

“Radiant is the black sun-..”

 

The awakened flame of torture flumes within the light of such oxymoronic stars. Chuckles and chortles of promise crawled up the walls of the geist’s sticky, and humid cage. 
 

It gnawed at the bars, breaking free. The feral beast of dribbling darkness split its face into a grin; which spread like a ravine across a sunlit battleground of flayed bodies. 
 

The battle cry of hounding barks and howls radiated from the Far East as the servant bound for the winter land blight. 

[Monkee 7369]

The steel-clad grip of the Vigilant of Hope tightened around his thanhic-steel spear. To challenge the Aengul Wyrvun's rule was sacrilege. It would be met with biting cold.

[glassofninjas 63]

Zalerya Atmorice sighed, uttering swears as she began to draw her longsword from its sheathe on her back. Gripping the sword tightly, a harsh scowl began to cross her face as she began to realise the conflict that was to loom over Fenn.

[Callum 1009]

Varan Atmorice the Archvigilant of War would drag his gaze away from his dark orb, the vision of the event being very clear to him. "Again?" he questioned, letting out a huff as he drags himself to his feet - Pulling the cloth over the orb before picking up his Thanhic Glaive and pacing towards the Throne Room