A Warning Of Holy Winter

[_Leyd 676]

 

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Within every non-abandoned foothold of those vile tundras, rotted effigies adorned with crosses and twig alike line the outer walls, black fabrics string from frozen oaks which flayed corpses hang at nigh impossible heights. 

And in its wake, a horrid sight is beheld; a flock of darkly garbed women, given the company of towering plate-clad who lifted scepters burning with a smokeless flame.

With their very presence; the snow seemed to darken, abyssal in hue, like a mass of shadow that swept the north in the night, fleeing only when those burning ill omens had vanished from the sight of what few glanced upon them; leaving only a yellowed papyrus with a two-headed crow printed as insignia.

 

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On the notice boards of every northern city and littering their streets, the following is scribed in scarlet ink.

 

“Mercy- mercy, mercy, plea, son of man and malin, Flame and Godan- Know only a wretch may suffer, know only the relinquished shall be freed. Hear the crow caw from beneath the moon, the night is nearing, the dark prevails, a symptom of your sin, a blemish of your folly. 

 

Absolve thine selves, kneel until you rend flesh and vein against the earth, face Terra with cries of repentance, pray for absolution, or starve as the leper refusing his treatment.

 

You have long since propped yourselves within HER domain, long since mocked HER winter, flee; and never return; know that with your short lives, leads the warning for those to come, never again will you step within HER Empire, lest you befall a war unseen since Westerlands was swallowed in darkness.

 

Bleed the blood of beggars, or die the death of usurping tyrants; no man, no woman, no child, no elder is safe; for DOOM comes, and your chance to weep unto the Absent Father is soon to depart; leave HER lands, or face the atrocities of an unyielding curse, one to last even after the weak and the sinful have been made with earth and sea. The Mother watches, her crows stalk your every hall, she knows the faces you hold so dear, she knows your secrets you keep so near; depart from her EMPIRE, so that you may not suffer the harvest your blasphemy has sown.”

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The Crow insignia is depicted, and beneath, the missive continues.

“You have but a fleeting day, before we spread winter far more vicious than anything you’ve ever witnessed, before your crops are wilted and your cattle conjoin with the earth, pray, and only with the MERCY of GOD will you be spared this fate.”

[ThatFunkyBunch 2036]

A chitin bound form draws the long brown cloak further around its form. Tied to its strange feet are flat wooden platform shoes to disperse the snow. Keeping it's weight from sinking into the snowfall on the tundra ground. 

 

"I miss cabbage."

[Wizry 347]

Alfie forwarded the letter to Alysanne with a note attached,

"Probably connected? Might need to do a third expedition to that damned town.

- Alfie."
 

[X3N0 511]

From within the depths of some ruined fortress did a horned being read that warning, empyrean hues scanning over it with interest. Wordlessly was that missive put to the side as the creature began to write.

[Damnit_Delmar 1028]

A figure of cold plate and tattered blue cloth, would slowly stand upon the crest of those frozen peaks, a spear slowly rising. A banner slowly unfurling, revealing the image of those twin headed crows. "Blessed be we, who fight for the winter winds of the Empress. Vailor Morghulis!"

[Diogen 3058]

Naele smiled

[Nozgoth 2897]

"It's a terrible day for war." lamented something else - a lonesome being.