A Lion's Roar

[Valannor 6349]

 

[!] A missive would find itself nailed to the signposts around the Atoll Grove, and its surrounding territories - wrought of crispest parchment, and scribed in silvered inks. 

 

 

 

In many an age has it been that the servants of Order have risen to the occasion, even in twilit periods wherein we dangled upon the precipice of collapse. Though the Ascended of yore and Clerical institutions of antiquity have fallen to the wayside, the chosen of the Lion have remained stalwart in our duty, marching e’ermore until our last breath would be taken from us. And so comes the time upon this continent once again that we turn our gaze to the forsaken serpents of ages past, as we had with the Night Terror upon the venture to Athera, and as we had with the Arch-Drakaar and its forces upon the twilight of Amaethea. 

 

The Druii of the Grove call for aid, and the Lion’s Pride shall answer. Hear us, Children of the Titan, you who would slaughter countless innocents for the crimes of but one individual; the banner of Order has been planted within the grounds of that which you would raze to the ground. You may hide within your holes, seducing the children of Horen with promises of power and glory alike, but even you fear the Virtue, for as the wings of your Titan shroud you, so too do the wings of our god carry us through adversity. You speak of divine privilege? Then let it be known; this is ours. Your sin shall be your perdition, and for every one of us that falls, two more shall take their place. One warning shall be offered, freely given, as you claim casus belli - a cause for war. And even between eternal foes, the rules of war shall be honored. Should the boots of the Draconic Host touch Druidic soil in three years time, so too shall ours, and you shall hear the crack of thunder as blessed lightning rends your scales asunder. You once knew well to fear the Light; We shall remind you once more, as your soldiers were reminded when we descended the Citadel of the Elvenesse, and laid waste to the entirety of your armies. 

 

[!] A depiction of Azdromoth’s near death to Xan’s lance of lightning at the battle for Amaethea is provided.

 

 

Salvation is our Liturgy.

 

 

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Art by Manuel Castanon

 

We've been tagged in dragon homeboys, we were bribed with promises of Sunny D and crayons to eat. Love y'all, let's all have some fun fighting over trees! 

 

 

[Readicti 902]

The Druidess takes one of the missives posted around the Atoll Grove, a small smile pulling at her lips. "With the support of new allies the innocent may possibly stay safe." She'd comment, taking the parchment into the grove. "Our work isn't over." The parchment is posted upon the Grove's bulletin board for all residents to see. Now her next task, to find the Sunny D and crayons.

[NLThomas 1066]

4 hours ago, Valannor said:

Your sin shall be your perdition, and for every one of us that falls, two more shall take their place.

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Hail Hydra.

 

[Ryloth 4316]

Haskir can't believe his eyes. Paladins, helping Druids, who also live beneath a dragon, yet one so mindless that she may as well too be corrupted.

 

"How long until the Druii realize these paladins will kill their Dragaar?" He muses.

[Evonpire 1849]

"Salvation is our Liturgy" Comments a Paladin, reading the declaration from Sunbreak. "Ordo Vult" 

[Valannor 6349]

10 hours ago, Ryloth said:

Haskir can't believe his eyes. Paladins, helping Druids, who also live beneath a dragon, yet one so mindless that she may as well too be corrupted.

 

"How long until the Druii realize these paladins will kill their Dragaar?" He muses.

 

Elsewhere, a Wyrmstalker prepares to try and turn said Dragaar into a steak.