MRCHENN 3663 Share Posted December 28, 2021 Spoiler [!] The following would be placed across poster boards, and missives of Almaris. HORVUTAH DO FAAL KUN 14 AMBER COLD Y56 SA KREH US MU UV OFAN AHST HIN SOS The peace between the dragonkin and druii has expired. It is only appropriate now, that Ruin - Evolution faces you today. I Our kind are not known to be a virtuous people, nor are we a people to be tempered with. Reason has come to pass, and so have our filiatory attempts at resolution. We have offered negotiation, and you have cast it aside as chattel. We have offered you peace, and you have misgiven it for opportunism. We warned you that three is a sacred number - three offers of peace, of which you have ignored. Today, ignorance will be your downfall. We have liberated your own people, as they have flocked to our cause. Will you not realize? They have sought enlightenment, they have sought the infinite truth of Asioth that binds this mortal plane. The path of ASIOTH is abstract, it is everything but nothing. For reasons unknown, we have been given a sacred tact to impart it to you, and you will realize it, for worse or none. It is an ancestral endeavor we engage in, do you see it? We seek to reclaim those generational lands of His that have been unrightfully taken from us. Is this not justice? In seeking the peace we offer and the recourse we give, you have flocked to the intrepid children of the False-Gods, but to what avail? They stand to a still in our presence, and wither in sorrowful mercy at our army. You may hide behind them, and your walls. The druid Dragaar you venerate and the Aspectists which you worship will not save you from justice. II As I write this letter, we stand once more within the tavern within your grove, as three of your dedicants kneel before us. There will be no exploit that will save you, nor will there be a defense that will keep you safe. These three have realized their Asioth in passing, and we have left one to bear witness of our message. These lands are ours, and your trees burn in passing. In defense, you have flocked to your Xannic overlords, praying that their supposed Order will save you from machination. But it has had no avail. Their Order is not virtuous, instead they fight to fashion themselves with the fake apparition of glory as a means for selfish praise. They hunt us not for order nor virtue, but the greed of our brothers. They seek to lay atop thrones and embellish in the prizes of Man, while claiming to protect it. They are no different than the accusations they volley against us. In recognition of the failure of the Children of Xan, we have come into capture of their prized hunters -- the so-called elf known as TARATHIEL OF THE SEEKERS. Know this: you have no place amongst our kind, nor will you find success in intercession. When the sun falls, we will impart to them the justice of the heart of fires. Just as we have to this seeker of Light, we will expel their sympathizers threefold, with an army that shrouds the Sun you cower under. If you seek their livelihood, you will return to us Alicjo of the Seekers, tied and bounded in her stead with a relic of your False-God. As your kin has famously published in the past, we usher to you now the Fall of the Children of Light. Yield. Answer our demands. Meet with the King of Dragons and hear His voice. Lay waste to your shrines, evict the ship docked by the Xannic seekers, and renounce the aid of Light you have persevered. We lie in wait - remain to your accord and embellish in the voice of the Firstborn. We kneel in a world of fire, as we burn together. To those that seek mercy, we invite you to come forth unto Nahldroth to commune with us and receive the sacrament of Aaz - the blessing of aspiration. Now comes Asioth of One word, eyes like crystals. You have been seen and can no longer hide. So long you abide my decree, you need not fear retribution. - Keledan, The Immortal Agent. For the preservation of dignity, Qahnaarin, Inquisitor of the Chosen of Azdromoth Spoiler Shoutout to Valannor, Readacti, DrunkenSnuggles, Kitsunokage66, and TheIdleNoth for some very based RP! 18 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
King_Kunuk 888 Share Posted December 28, 2021 The Magnus of the dragonkin solemly sits within his sanctuary- his arcane place of meditation. He finds solem regret in the actions that are being taken. But three warnings, three chances, three offers... all ignored. The time has come for now the ultimate act of force so it seemed, thought The Magnus 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qizu 4036 Share Posted December 28, 2021 "Alas my heralds had caught the wretched cow of a paladin." grumbled an old man. His words would only a reflection of the anger that has been building up within the man as of late. After such a long walk through the Southern Desert's he would finally collapse against the stone wall behind him, letting out a breathe of air filled with smoke and ash. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ryloth 4312 Share Posted December 28, 2021 Haskir sits in his bedrock cage, incapable of knowing or involving himself in this madness. He rolls over on the stone floor, peering through the bars to a bald man screaming through the prison's only window: "OHHH-OHH, I WON'T LET YOU GOO-OO!" Spoiler 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
rukio 8909 Share Posted December 28, 2021 Eyes of tarnished silver glow with simplistic wroth. "Haelun." Aobh said simply at the sight of the missive, knuckles white from how tightly she held the piece of paper, arms shaking, breathing shaky as her thoughts ran wild. Briefly, her veins shimmered with that same hue, particles of Xannic mist weaving along her fingertips before an exhale dispersed it all. "What were you doing alone..." And so she began what small preparation she could for the journey. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
AfroJoeTheOlogBro 1093 Share Posted December 28, 2021 A loyal lion read the missive over, ever still features a passive calm as shimmering aurum eyes scanned over the words. The lion merely hummed, before tucking the piece of writing away. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Melpomenne 1552 Share Posted December 28, 2021 "D'ey call fer him. ." Mayilun Dering whispers with a tug to her lips as foreign voices and angered cries shifted around the keep. "We must prepare." 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Valannor 6344 Share Posted December 28, 2021 And so Tarathiel fell, bound in chain and fire beneath the heel of the Nephilim. A mistake of the Wyrmstalker turned what would have been a challenging bout into a last stand against an army - and from thereon, seldom chance at salvation was had. she lingered, straying between the waking world and the cold abyss of the unconscious mind... What awaited her thenceforth? 13 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
twinwolf1 192 Share Posted December 28, 2021 (edited) A dwarf was already begining to plan a rescue Edited December 28, 2021 by twinwolf1 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
StrongBear 1179 Share Posted December 28, 2021 (edited) Spoiler Amidst a conversation being held within a private study somewhere deep within the Orenian Empire, an Asul'onn, curls his digits around the missive, awaiting for the opposite party to take their leave before scanning over the crumpled paper once more, his gaze growing cold, "Vell, vell, vell" He groused, looking towards his armor, brows furrowing, "It ist time; time for t'e so called followers 'f a false GOD t' fall..." Edited December 28, 2021 by StrongBear 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Carson 933 Share Posted December 28, 2021 Meanwhile, Leihana laughed. She cared not what happened to the druii, though she held no love for the Dragonkin either. "Hope they leave some for me." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Malaise 1569 Share Posted December 28, 2021 A vast evil stirred in the blasted lands far to the east. Great earthen plates rumbled and shook as the earth trembled with anticipation. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
satinkira 5795 Share Posted December 28, 2021 Zach Calding vows to speak to Tobias again. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Goon 1434 Share Posted December 28, 2021 Spoiler "The Dragonkin cannot keep my name from their missives." A one-eyed Southeron grumbled, one of his marred hands scrapping through his grayed beard. "I do not even know to pronounce theirs." ALICJO OF URGUAN concluded, haphazardly tossing the missive to fall upon his lightly-cluttered desk once more. One of the man's thumbs pensively rubbed against each and every one of the digits conjoined by a palm- nostrils flaring periodically as his tongue jabbed against cheek. "So be it." He spoke aloud with finality, breaking that catatonic stupor as he sat himself up- stationary retrieved from within his desk. An irritated gathering of his inkwell, the man perhaps began to draft a missive of his own. Spoiler 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Papa Rock 387 Share Posted December 28, 2021 Ulfar squints his one eye, adjusting the distance of the letters from his face to get a clearer view, a warm smoking pipe rests between his lips. Unsure of why a band of randoms make aggressive moves against a vassal of Urguan, the dwarf shrugs his shoulders and moves on with his day. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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