SteppeNomad 1624 Share Posted June 2, 2022 MAGOCRACY DECLARED A Perpetual State of Ascent, The Inevitable Truth Revealed ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ RISE GREAT DU-LOC, RISE. OUR BELOVED LORD, MY GREATEST FRIEND HAS PERISHED I MOURN WHAT WAS WHAT IT WAS GOING TO BE AND WHAT IT SHOULD BE BUT NOW WE RISE. FOR ONLY ASCENT CAN YET SAVE HER GREATEST DREAM All things pass from this world, only those with the will to take what is ephemeral and make with it the world can exist eternally even through True Death. This is the truth that Eternal Brae had recognized, and in the lordship's passing, it has fallen to me, Abraham The Blue, Court Wizard of Du-Loc, to take High-Seat atop The great Spires of The Loc. In this time, I challenge all the greatest Wizards of the world, I do not mind your practice, whatever it be you hold in your grimoires is of your concern. If you do not violate the STANDING LAWS OF THE GREAT LORDSHIP OF DU-LOC then you may compete to face me, through ancient rite, for the title I take now. Wizard King of Du-Loc This ancient Rite, Partaken by Wizards, allows the Usurper to take such title as he needs. As long as he is a wizard... Dear reader, know those Wizards who instead JOIN me in the stewardship of Du-Loc, shall be privy to the deepest of arcanas, Aid me in erecting The Gravel Pyramid to honor our Lord Brae so GREAT DU-LOC may return soon to its Lordship's Line of descent, and her Greatest lord's final wishes granted, may this title be dissolved returned to Court Wizard!.... Dearest LOYAL HIGH-CASTE DU-LOCCERS! Those who had remained during the Times of Ill-Will, when all the omens above our fair lordship, from the bustling inner-city, to the golden heartlands of Wheatfield and the beautiful hills of Ferremore, know me well. Because I like you had existed here since before even her golden age. That age of High-Adventure, yet blossomed. Bands of rugged adventurers once again roamed the land as in the age of Heroes of the past. Great Du-Loc, long-withstanding braved the tides of everything. Now once more we may brave that proverbial 'frontier' of High-Adventure. For soon, it will return... OH will it return... Come now everyone, Preordained Unending Freedom, provided you follow the simple laws... NO WIGS, NO SPOOKS, NO TAXES The Truth Will Be Revealed -Signed Abraham The Blue, Wizard King of Du-Loc, Wizard King of Ferremore, Magician of The Realm ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ **P.S!!! Du-Loc is in danger! Please come and hang out and vibe for the next couple days!!! I will stand there, Valiantly Wizzing until the day she crumbles... But if that day never comes.... LONG LIVE DU-LOC!** Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
RandomRhunes 177 Share Posted June 2, 2022 [!] A crazed; seemingly drunk magi waves his shirt above his head whilst screaming from upon the rooftops of the city. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shorsand 2006 Share Posted June 2, 2022 Meanwhile, as the alleged Magocracy ascends... Something stirs in the depths of Du Loc. Something metal. Something fumbling in the dark for its humanity lost. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Slorbin 2932 Share Posted June 2, 2022 Aether mourns the loss of her teacher and dear friend. ...Brae? Not so much, ever since the taxes. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
wowj 9769 Share Posted June 2, 2022 The Underlord, and Fist of Du-Loc, the Lords-Protector ponders upon his throne of blackstone, chin resting upon his glowing runed fist, wrought of the same material as his throne, as a glowing ball of Mage-Light hovers about his head.. "Wur Lectur..?" The Olog murmured. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
colovian fur 8362 Share Posted June 2, 2022 11 minutes ago, Shorsand said: Meanwhile, as the alleged Magocracy ascends... Something stirs in the depths of Du Loc. Something metal. Something fumbling in the dark for its humanity lost. As the stirring tin can mulled within that darkness, So too did an old flame flicker to life below bits of gravel and bloodied soil. Something yearning. Something biding it’s time for an opportune moment. A hunter has to eat after all. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Harbinger 336 Share Posted June 3, 2022 "Fools... Tae delve intae sumthin' so deadleh too readily... Ter void es too riskeh." Glod would look about the destroyed remains of a broken city. Consumed by void. "Won't tha damn fools ever learn?" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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