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TO THE FALL OF DRAGONKIN IV


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Elimar gets absolutely smashed at the rager in the Keep, asking the bards to play another certified Xan classic.

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Spook stocks after xan anthem drops 📉📉📉

 

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"He sneezed on the beat and the beat got sicker. ." Mumbled an ELFESS, bewildered by her uncle's hidden talent. 

 

A DAY OF MILD PANIC AND EXCITEMENT it was in the bright hamlet of VERITAS.

 

Compatriots, day-trippers, and globetrotters alike joined together , arm in arm, on their way towards the great VERITIAN KEEP. Bonded by creeds and morals unspoken of, they all worked together to strip the fortress down of its Krugmas decor. In return, the townsfolk of the beloved town went on with valor- they polished each dish, dusted each corner, and straightened each chair in anticipation.  

 

THEN THOSE SAME COMPATRIOTS, DAY-TRIPPERS, AND GLOBETROTTERS collected within the forts bailey, mentally preparing for what's to come!

 

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[!] Beneath Tor'Azdroth, a great sermon was delivered unto Tarathiel by the An-Gho. A test of chivalry. The test of ideology between Order and Evolution.

 

"We know the power of the soul, and in it, lies the weight of death. It is ambition, but ultimately it is fire. It is a revolution, it warps and changes. The death of stagnation. If you seek our Father and our brothers as a threat, then we are salvation. Those who will pass will not be in vain. Erresioth is worldly, the ambition of the Mountain. And yours? The jealous sun, who will never walk the Earth."

 

"We kneel together in a world burning of fire, Tarathiel. The dreamer has dreamt. The promise of Asioth - to take flight, to soar to liberty. The truth of our flesh is what he has envisioned for this World. This is what he has dreamt."

 

It was there, that the Inquisitor of the Chosen stood before Tarathiel, bestowing unto her the fate of her justice.

 

"We stand in the same plane, but are ever-so different. She has sinned. She has endowed herself as a knight of our Father's mortal enemy. But we are ones to know both Ruin, but also clemency. We stand against her, as polar opposites. But there is one that stands true, as would a beacon of light shares with a world of eternal flame. - Cause. Purpose. - We both are endowed to it."

 

 

 "We have come to love purpose, and have dreamt it. And so, she will live, and impart the fruits of our discussion to her kinsmen. The departure of this Tarathiel this recognition. In the end of time, one dream will come to fruition, and only one will remain to stand."

 

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"Every spook is my opp" best bar... might have to call up an old friend for this next track

 

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A certain elf sitting outside on a bench in the cold weather of the North next to his soon to be wife. Expression shifts from his layed back relaxed one to a more concerned. "Inviting dragon worshippers into your home lad? Ain't the best idea I must admit but... well you are wise. It will be alright." The elf with pale hair utters to himself and to a extend to the lady of the home. Folding the paper up with his metal plated hands and shoves it into a pocket of his armor. Being more then prepared to assist his friend if called upon.

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Tianrui Ren smiles at the fiery flows and virtuous strength of his old friend. Surely, the Dragonkin could spit no fire hotter than the Grand Justiciar.

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A weary Tarathiel would vibe to the beats - and begin scribing a small missive of her own to her kindred, based on the events of her capture. 

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In the Depths-among-Depths, beneath the House of Ash, the black, clawed digits of a Prince clasped the side of Tarathiel's face. 

Three eyes flickered like flaring stars of flames. 

There was a smile, warm, beautiful - like a father's. 

The immortal agent's mouth opened, like a furnace - a dread maw of fire and shadow, and from it slipped golden words; offering a retort.

 

"If this.

 

Is Virtue.

 

Then I am Virtue incarnate."

 

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respectfully, make more xanax tracks

 

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For anyone who requested for the Empress's presence that day, she refused all visitors and meetings for an important matter had arisen. That being, a new song had been released in Almaris and she was listening to the song being played (by a bard named You Tube) on repeat.

 

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dragon people got six toes no hoes

 

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"Xan is simply the man." Says a master Paladin, head bobbing to the beat as she smiths a new blade. She couldn't be certain, but she was nearly confident that the blade had turned out all the better for the track blasting in the background.

 

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I love this lmao

 

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Lucian Horen mulled over brooding thoughts of his bold compatriot whilst the bards continued to play back to back [Certified] Xan Classics.

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"A Xan Empire exclusive." A paladin mumbled, unable to escape the sick beat for the foreseeable future.

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