--== A NEW FLAME BURNS BRIGHT ==--

[Dymase 231]

 

Spoiler

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Figures donning black hooded robes and steel masks lurk throughout the cities of Aevos, nailing missives to every notice board in every city, town, and settlement.

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To you, whose Flame now dwindles, dormant,

Heralding little more than shadows of a dying light,
A new spark flickers, burning to a blinding torrent.
You have forsaken your place by letting your Embers die.

I take your title. 

Come and take it back.

- Lord of the Xi'tharii

 

@The King Of The Moon



 

[Valannor 6345]

[!] Unto the 'Lord of the Xi'tharii' would a spectral Albatross fly - and to them, it delivered tidings from beyond.

 

"We stand in defense of the Fourth's title - He who earned it rightly, and not an usurper who cowered until He slumbered to carry out the Promethean sin. 

 

Stand and fight if you dare, False Lord. This sacrilege shall not be tolerated. The Will of The Four shall be maintained."

@Dymase

[AfroJoeTheOlogBro 1093]

Alabaster stone slept, as the seemings of the moon whirled within the dual heads of one once mighty, now rested in new lands, upon new mountain tops...but the noise of the world grew, and a visitor came to rouse him...and so the Emperor woke, sights set upon all...

[Skelepathic 51]

The Cultist held this missive in his hands as his loyal servants brought it to him, Damien grabbing it and looking at it as he sat reading from his Bibliotheca before setting down the book to get up and pin it to his missive wall.

"Is it to your liking, Sire?" One of the other cultist's there said, quite timidly

The Profit turned to the other cultist before nodding; "I wish to get into contact with these fellow holders of knowledge. . Burning the stake of unholy and bringing  a new light to the Profit will benefit us greatly." The Profit said before giving off a grimly cough which the other Cultist felt worried, "Do not yield, brother. . Bring me some medication from the Apothecary. ." And with that, the Cultist sat back down and continued reading their books.