RyuTheCoolest 176 Share Posted June 14, 2022 (edited) "My... So often do the ill-wishes of the 'ata drift past my ears after reading these messages of unity and action for our state... Oh how much winging. So much jealousy from those mali'ata, knowing that they could never be pure, it pours off them, that tarnish, that they see not how it clots their very pores..." Lonesome is the youthful poet. For his Aulos lay unplayed and now his it is his blade that does the singing... "The tarnished, though tossed from our home, as kinslayers they were quite successful in despoiling themselves further... But even still they grasp at small straws seeking to find one that would besmearch high Haelun'or. Instead, failing to levy heavy points against us, the blessed pure isolationists. In their absence they have taken all the Azdrazi and spooks from the land" The youth sighs... Placing upon his face a bronze mask, donning his silver armor. "Though unsuccessful in their goals, that cursed Sorority turned Valwynn, before even that name was so besmerched so thoroughly to warrant yet another change..." That masked youth looks to a locket containing the engraved image of A'eollaja... His thumb run over the golden inlays which made her form "What had they truly accomplished besides the stifling of true progress? Besides the tarnishing of my Maliyu... Like they had so tainted many others, the lesser impures of that movement had managed to do one thing. WInd up foiled by a few lads in togas who are yet, purer than even their 'Most High'" Edited June 14, 2022 by RyuTheCoolest 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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