azdrazi Capture of a Dedicant

[Ryloth 4312]

 [!] A blazing-hot letter scripted in Dratho Nar finds its way to the gate of the Druidic Order.

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HORVUTAH DO AAN KIIR

 

HIN REYTH BOLOG DO HI

RUL    FEN     DAAR    LAAT

 

Woe is it, you dogs cower so. So much so that you beg the Aengulic to protect your mud-holes and hovels of stick and stone. You banished them from your lands, but beg them to return; and how dare they do. How long before these Paladins slaughter your Dragaar, Taynei'hiylu? After all, it is their duty -- their divine right as they so-say. Pitiful the irony, even more the insolence. You rely on enemies to defeat your enemies, but it matters not, for nothing will save you save for mercy of our own. You are weak, hopeless, helpless. 

 

Today we capture the dedicant known as "Lai", a ginger-haired half-'ame half-'aheral, and have taken her to the sundered lands. Interrogated and questioned, we have what we want, and as one of our final acts of mercy, they have been released from our custody and back to yours. Scribed with the Eye of Azdromoth upon their forehead, let us hope you remember this display, for otherwise she would die to never know the song of nature in your grove. Perhaps though its pain, as it withers into nothing beneath our baleful flame.

 

Witness us, people of the trees, and pay our bounty. Our patience grows ever-thinner. The next will not survive.

 

Deliver our demands to Nahldroth to end the madness.

~ Alemdrom sin Uzoth

CHOSEN OF AZDROMOTH

 

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thx to the player bein super cool about the capture rp

[King_Kunuk 888]

The sorceresses ally of the Dragonkin would gaze forth with a wood mask-shaped in the visage of the mighty beasts. His eyes set high towards the Great Elder Tree of the Grove. Vengeance was all he desired now, for those fallen scholars slaughtered like sheep at the hands of those foul bigots of knowledge. Vengeance for those lay low by their claims of peace.

[Keefy 2047]

"Dedicants have no rights. Rest in peace...or probably fire honestly" Mutters a Grey Man somewhere

[Supah 333]

A mud elf druid sits down in his garden with a cup of coffee and a copy of the Daily Druid Digest, flicking through the pages and yawning. "This early in the day?" He hums curiously, sighing.

"I need a vacation."

[Mamimiux 174]

 

 

[Disklexia 183]

The elf would stumble upon the letter on his travels, He would slowly pick it up out of utter curiosity as he opens it. His black ferrum gauntlet would brush against the letter as he reads it.  His stormy green optics would widened  as the description of the dedicant was of his old friend. He would have a worry expression upon reading the letter. His expression would go from worried  to an expression of Vex. The elf said under his breath.

"Final acts of mercy...? Where was that mercy seven elven weeks ago in that battle? Women became widows and children became orphans. The Elven race mourned that day, Seems like they are not aware of their own actions... Their kin's pride is their flaw."

The elf would sigh as he then left the letter to it's place. He would continue his travels as he would head over to check on his friend.

[Mamimiux 174]