Werew0lf 12216 Popular Post Share Posted August 2, 2023 CALL TO SINNERS Penance To the sinners, Once again, I write to the nations of the Church of Canon. The corruption of Iblees, a fall from grace, blotches the radiance of Man with evil. It is an impiety that falls to those who stray far away from the Holy Light, and find themselves sitting in the void. You, who no longer wallow in the virtue of GOD, I ask to step forward. There is a specific group, known as the ‘Watchers’, who have begun to appear. Touched by the avaricious sins that bear contract to Iblees, their eyes blotted and purple, and they pain - a weird fetish of self-harm. As a shepherd of GOD, I have begun research in hopes of helping these sinners in straying from their path, irredeemable in the Holy Light, and to save their souls from damnation. There is no debate to be had - for shall your soul be condemned, ‘Watchers’, the only place to debate will be when your spirit lays in torment in the void, to argue with Iblees. Come forth, you sinners. Speak to me your corruption, so that I may aid you in penance. To rid you of your vile sin. A few have already approached, and are now on a path to find redemption. An investigation is still pending in regards to the cow-infestation that desecrated the Basilica, and we have found leads regarding who the perpetrator is. Soon, you shall meet the wrath of GOD. Kind regards, Father Stanislaw. [!] At the bottom of the missive, it seems that there is a translation in 'Braille', as Stanislaw assumes veil-watchers are blind. 36 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Laeonathan 4081 Share Posted August 2, 2023 A fennic Veilwatcher took up the missive and guffawed, "Humans and their ideas. How hilarious. Let's hope they'll leave poor Haus alone." He remembered then. Raziel then shook his head once more, "The fool realizes that we watch the Veil and not the Void, the border that protects us from the Void consuming our plane? Oh who am I even arguing with... humans are going to believe whatever a clergyman babbles." Thus he waves off and throws the missive into the channel. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cheese 2374 Share Posted August 2, 2023 Upon recieving a copy of the missive, Juniper frowned. She worried for her dear student and friend, Haus... "If they lay a finger on his head, I'll gut them all.." She muttered to herself, quickly discarding the paper into the canals of Lurin. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheBigBubbles 712 Share Posted August 2, 2023 Alf Vuiller smiles at the sight of the missive, "Good... Watching the horrors of that plane are enough to drive any man mad" the man pulled himself off of his bed with his gnarled sorcerer's staff, "I just hope they don't start harassing the poor 'sinners'" 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TeawithFrisket 2673 Share Posted August 2, 2023 “BWAHAHAHHAHA….. Valah…. I hope Haus is ok… or Mr.ashwood as if that fact.” Ember claimed as she knew other purple eyed mage ”then again what sin have they committed again? It seems like this Stanislaw father just wants to eliminate mages…” 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
GammaRose 138 Share Posted August 2, 2023 (edited) The Storyteller's eyes narrow at the missive like a pair of sharpened daggers; inquiry and intrigue enlightened what dim life had faded betwixt their starry gaze. As the elf turned to glance at the decrepit figure of their kin who lay nearly lifeless in bed, a thought remained persistent in their weary head. She'd wonder to herself, despite everything else that had occurred, what was their relationship with the Blonde Mage; how deep were the pools of tribune and false face? The duality of Izanami couldn't help but chuckle at this perplexity, laughter devoid of all things joyous and honest, the feigned prophecy of lost integrity. And yet what was authentic and genuine was worry that the woman denied, a concern for the man that was all too similar to the path of A Young Girl long ago. 'How strange,' The Lady thought. Spindly digits procuring a letter and quill addressed itself to the supposed Youth, feigning the intent of a weary menace to disguise a deep concern. Edited August 2, 2023 by GammaRose 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
PrimnyaQuorum 1051 Share Posted August 3, 2023 A Watcher scans over the missive tiredly in the dimly lit recesses of his office - struggling to read through the publication past the turbulent thoughts that swarm his mind and the spots that dance over his vision. Lies. he believes. Utter nonsense written by someone pretending to serve GOD, the penned ramblings of someone who has gone unheard, and nothing more - until that cosmic gaze scans the author's signature. Blue-tinged mist weave around that highlander, and in a few heartbeats the parchment is nothing but ash, resting atop a now-scorched desk. As that man sets off, his thoughts clear for but a moment, and his recollection wanders to words spoken by a Bard, and by a Storyteller. He wonders how much more he will take - that they had both been correct and he had been a fool to hope otherwise. Then that chaotic symphony of turbulent thoughts washes over him, and he finds himself in isolation, once more. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MakeshiftFoxxo 182 Share Posted August 3, 2023 Euleriphis Roui's gaze would read over the missive, his curiosity piqued on how such a mindset could be behind these words. He pondered, truly amazed at the situation. The call to the 'sinners,' when one knows exactly what Canonism would do to one. He pondered, who would answer the call? Having lived with the valah for over a century, and seen their ways and methodologies, he knew that he wouldn't. He would gaze at the missive, his gaze turning a rustic hue of glowing copper as the paper would then light into flames in his hand. Having ferrum arms, the elf would only brush the ashes and embers from his hand. His mind made up, he would begin to walk down the path; however, he had forgotten one thing. He closed his eyes, sighing. "...Haus."And it was with that, he would turn himself around, and continue down the path towards the vallah nations. He felt disconnected from them, despite living and operating within them for longer then most valah's life expectancy. The few that he had garnered a care for had died, and the few living weren't as close as they had been. But he still cared about them, and he knew that it was about time to pay a visit once more. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Faelion Arather 82 Share Posted August 3, 2023 As Faelion finished reading the missive, he delicately stashed it away in a hidden drawer, his brows furrowing with concern. With a heavy sigh, he sank into his well-worn chair, his mind immersed in deep thought, and whispered to himself, "May Lurin be ever serene amidst these troubling times." Just then, a gentle breeze rustled the parchments on the desk, as if nature itself was echoing Faelion's wish for tranquility. Feeling restless, Faelion wandered to the window and gazed at the sky, where the sunset painted the horizon with hues of gold and pink. The sight was breathtaking, serving as a poignant reminder that beauty and serenity still existed in the world despite the chaos that enveloped it. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord_of_losers 1009 Share Posted August 3, 2023 Sarah Artenin, Very Real Super Grandmaster Wizard of all Wizards, looks at the writings after having snatched it from a board, or something. "Why can't I read this?" She squints at the letters... "Oh." The realisation comes to them and a candle briefly appears over their head, inspiring her to flip the letter/missive/writing/poster the right-side-up, as opposed to its unreadable position of upside-down. "That's much better." And so, they actually go through with reading the text... "Gee golly gosh... I always knew there was something funky with the eye-people." The Very Real Super Grandmaster Wizard of all Wizards, Sarah Artenin, then takes the paper and origami's it into a small paper boat, which she lets sail down a river as she waves goodbye, "Fair winds and following seas." 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
CyyanTea 354 Share Posted August 3, 2023 Small hands grasped the missive, tracing the letters etched into the paper time and time again - as their owner, little Rosalind, sought to decipher the words written by her kin. Whilst she hadn't the wisdom to grasp the weight of the missive, and dared not to ask due to fear of the answer, she most certainly perceived the atmosphere that such words aspired to fabricate. In a brief fit of despair she tore the letter into illegible piece and discarded them upon the floor... 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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