squakhawk 7945 Popular Post Share Posted February 16 In times of strife, we fight. In times of peace, we fight. In the midst of the apocalypse, we fight. To bring an apocalypse, we fight. Children and spawn of my own, my hand is revealed. Above the flames of Tor'Praeth we meet. Spoiler -3089, 264, -1932 Sunday 2/18 at 5 EST A dream only seen by Azdrazi and Heralds. 37 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
wowj 2832 Share Posted February 16 "Lector?" Queried ORDAINED HERALD OF AZDROMOTH Patrick Brae's ghost 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pallodium 465 Share Posted February 16 A nephilim gazed to the ashen skies in silence. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qizu 4038 Share Posted February 16 As the creature conversed within the bustling market his eyes flickered hues of yellow fire. His expression changed to a smile as he looked towards his brother and student. "We will have a journey to make soon. Father calls" stated Ut'torvioth as he interrupted their conversation. @wooz @Safryie 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harald 2490 Share Posted February 16 A grin would form upon the visage of a nephilim, his scaled hands moving to grip the eye of Ezren of Tuvia looking over it within his grasp as he went to stand "May father enjoy both this offering as well as the Crown of their Queen" 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Greehn 1851 Share Posted February 17 "Finally, he is back. With milk too, it seems." A young Azdrazi, Vahlok, commented on the matter. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
wooz 345 Share Posted February 17 1 hour ago, Qizu said: As the creature conversed within the bustling market his eyes flickered hues of yellow fire. His expression changed to a smile as he looked towards his brother and student. "We will have a journey to make soon. Father calls" stated Ut'torvioth as he interrupted their conversation. @wooz @Safryie "Father." The young Nephilim's voice hissed out from his polymorph. Smile plastered upon his face. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jentos 6884 Share Posted February 17 The An-Gho kneeled before the shrine of his Father. "Lord of Fire and Shadow. King of Dragons. Heed these words; That upon the end of days your Children shall war. That until all is ash and done, our movements, shall be your movements." 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Werew0lf 12024 Share Posted February 17 Be it the farthest of realms, or the emptiest of conquered worlds, all knew. In the highest peaks of heaven, his mind was claimed with one premonition. The madness, and reckoning to follow. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
_Sug 2556 Share Posted February 17 [!] The sounds of plate boots slamming the stone floor as they moved a hulking figure forwardly, would be heard in some forgotten hallway. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
kindEmperor 1024 Share Posted February 17 A familiar son of the Arch-Drakaar slumbered in the mists of its fiery shrine, the flames of uncertainty beckoning fourth its calling- as they so yearned to fetch at the warmth of the father's flame. The child, alone, amidst madness, desired the breadth of the Titans wingspan to envelope its body; with it its sacred purpose destined. The arrival of the Titan is predetermined by the nature of his own powerful will. ALL HAIL. THE MERCIFUL KING OF KINGS; OUR JUST LORD. O' FIRST-BORN 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Balthasar 2093 Share Posted February 17 A Herald of Raev origins awoke. Darting upright, as beads of sweat rolled from his forehead. He was disorentied, was it this dream. No... it wasn't a dream; he was there, he saw the Titan, He spoke to him. It was sublime and terrifying - This was the second time he had been visited like this in his sleep. The first time it had changed his life, how would his life change now, he wondered. Whatever was to come, the Herald would be there. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rigorous 1548 Share Posted February 18 The waylaid Azdrazi Alistair recalled a distant memory from three or four centuries before. The smirking figure of his father clad in all black beneath a molten crown, simmering orange pearl-shaped eyes radiating the malice of colliding stars. "And so you are returned to me Alistair. Now spread our blood, begin the Order of Nephilim anew." Alistair had committed himself to that task. He went to the city of Johannesburg and laid the Keeper of Guardianship low, and battered her pupils as well. He created the first Azdrazi from humans who joined his cause and then also turned three Paladins to the cause of Azdromoth afterward, whether they had agreed to it or not. He had sired many Azdrazi from his blood, and they went on to sire more Azdrazi of their own. Now, his people were no longer extinct - they were a monomyth - a bulwark against Iblees, or so he thought. Heroes of Old wrought from flesh anew; the legacy of Dragur, the forbidden species grafted to the Tree of Life by the wiles of an absent Daemon and his firstborn son, the Black Titan Azdromoth. There is little that the Dragaar's scion would not do for him. He still remembered that Azdromoth had unsealed him within the Ruins of Tor Azdraeth and gifted him the Immaculate Blade. A sword that lost neither shine nor luster and could draw a dragon's soul to its end should it turn against its creator. The sword was gone now, reclaimed by the Black Titan nearly a century ago, and now culling was an infrequent affair. Alistair shifted his gaze to his desk and began to write a letter to his friend so that they may go attend to his father's task. The eldest of the Nephilim rides for Tor'Praeth, he thought humorously. Let them see that there is no purer son than me. @Maiyun 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Honourary 650 Share Posted February 18 Araum, self-hating Nephilim, cries himself to sleep. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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