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A Call To Arms
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The Silver's Introduction

My brethren around this new Continent, I invite you all to join in on the continuation of exploration of this island. The four corners have spoken, and a new Era of magic is to come at any moment; I swear on it. Death and War has been upon us due to the Mori, the Mori have died off but a new threat emerges from their ashes. Necromancers, Wretched Ones, Undead Spirits, and Evil Cabals near our homes and threaten the lives of your loved ones. Evil lurks among everyone, but this is no ordinary evil. This evil is a perpetrator, an intruder within a home, an infiltrator within rankings, a spy that watches every single step you take. The Silver offers you hope and freedom away from these wasteful and adherent dreams, we offer you breathing room away from drama and war to have a peaceful moment at last. 

The Silver is not whom you expect, we are no Cultists, no Adversaries, no Daemons among your people; We wish for one thing. Peace, a peace without worry and trouble, a future without momentary disruption of time or space. We wish for many things to happen, and we are aware the consequences of this missive but fear not; We are not upset about such.


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A Prayer to the Profit
"The Profit speaks eternal, the whole shine eternal.

No mortal, no sin, no body, no sin, no heart, no sin, but yet we alter.

Those who win among the evil, will not only falter but lose one or the other.

The Profit speaks true, the Profit offers live."

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A Warning to the People
The Depth has been threatening our lands for eternity.
The Profit despises those who use the power of magic for evil and for disruption, Voidal mages have been a sign of what happens when you please an ignorant child. The Void offers no reprimands to those who abuse the void for their own sanctity and gain, encouraging their behavior further. Deep within the lands of the Unholy, Necromancers and Voidal Mages combine their power to raise destruction upon they deem fit. They manipulate and grow their numbers to further
strengthen their masses. They have no good intentions.


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Explore and prosper, do not falter.
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May the Profit speak truth and prepare your life with peace and refuge.

 

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Best Regards to the People of Aevos.
Signed,

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The Silver's Hand and the Profit's Overseer

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Crowds gathered to noticeboards, gawking at the contents of the pinned parchment, exchanging hushed, frantic mutters. A keen eye found amongst them an unsightly man, whose eyes were glassy and dead, betraying dried lips tugged in an unnatural smile of decayed teeth; a wolf among the sheep.

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A woman with pointed teeth and talons like a demon's cackled, showing it to one of the mindless skeletons beside her as though it might be able to read it, too.

 

"They're spot on! Spot on! Yam almost worried they're spying on us."

 

"... Nie one vill listen, though. T'ey never do: who would when the Void and the Abyss offer so much? Everyone would take a hundred years of power over an eternity in heaven, even if it means an eternity in Ebrietaes instead. And so the Wheel continues rolling." 

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A Voidal mage tilts his head.

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An imp slowly reads it. Sounding out each word. “NUH UH NOT TRUE TRUE ME IS NOT EVIL ME IS SUPER EVIL!” The imp then ran off the missive to show it to his fellow no good doers and devious friends

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A one-eyed prince tugs at the missive, that lone eye scanning through it. A few short moments later it was cast aside, a chuckle leaving his maw.

 

"How... chivalrous."

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The occult craftsmen would gaze upon the letter, lips curling into a smile as his gloved digits gripped upon the parchment. After a moment of reading, the paper would soon find itself tossed into a nearby flame. The mans hands clasping together as he pondered upon the contents of the letter. 

 

"Not all of us combine our powers with the Void"

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A young elven woman reads the 'warning' written on parchment, tilting her head to the side in confusion. Trying understand the actual point that being pushed across.

"Do they wish to anger people and cause an even bigger divide? More hate that shows the bigger the chaos... they do understand this right?" She'd mumble to herself

The young woman then scratches the back of her head as she walks away just going along with her day, hoping this won't cause an untameable storm of chaos. 

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