The Death of Xion

[Gemini 1639]

In the mids of an afternoon tea, Usamea protested "Balance, the eternal constant, will rectify any imbalance. From the ashes of destruction rises creation. The recent defeat is but a precursor; the impending threat amplifies tenfold." She spoke before sipping her chamomile tea "This summarises exactly what I mean about bestowing immense power upon individuals who lack the wisdom to wield it."

 

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[ColonelKuehl1 483]

A fresh burning fist was held by the Warlock known as the Udax. An Eye lost though all was worth it in the end as the Mystic God remained in his thoughts. "To become a god in a godless ideology, hypocrisy at its finest... he was worshiped and seen as above all, now look at them it was worth every effort to see to this things end." The Warlock moved on as his thoughts lingered on the idea having been pleased to have laid his hands and watch a mighty being burn. 

[Lord_of_losers 955]

"Shepherd of souls; keeper of the Golden City, we still yet remain. Please... If you can hear us, mend the world of this rotten infestation..."

Softly prays a woman, who had no witty words in retort of the blood stained pages.
 

"Grant us strength sufficient to rid this scourge from our homes, or embolden our hearts so that we might do it in your stead."

She beseeches, remembering vividly the swelling ranks of undead that have threatened the world in times past.

 

"If what is written is truth then we cannot - I will not forgive what has been done."

Sarah grits her teeth and brims with spite, her blood burning with rage.

[ThatFunkyBunch 2066]

An Inferi carefully tends to a horrid spear. "Another fracture. Let us see if they kneel upon arrival. Chaos, truly. But strategic? Time will tell, if the flames of Xion scatter, I believe. It will...evolve. Those which spurn divinity chase the flames of god-hood." "Perhaps now, the Mystics will reclaim the legacy paved by generations and generations, from the dawn of the dark arts."

 

[Aehkaj 516]

The Gargoyle-demon sat on a perch at the top of Hexicanum, letting out shrill laughter, expecting chaos to reign supreme as even a God fell to the Red Lich Gashadokuro.

[Zakajaervi 150]

[!] Mystic whispers between every raindrop falling from the dark sky offer a shallow and dark response from the abyss of Menhir and dark stone.[!]

 

"Oh how the damned will hunt the fearful.

 

Centuries have we turned fear toward those who prey on the fearful.

Centuries, will do it again." 

 

 

 

[JustMeMorgan 1000]

@Morigung-oog
Acalmaehr sits pondering the news various groups have heard, looking to Valindra within the city "Are we still inviting them to our wedding by the way?"

[SimonItorp 64]

A groan was exhaled beneath the earth, within a cave littered with cyan light rebounding off its walls of which contained a large seat, a Throne. And upon this Throne, sat a Lord encased in stone whom's empty sockets of his stone helm were illuminated with a dark cyan glow, dread seeping out in the form of dark cyan mists from underneath the helm. "Dark and Light... Fear and Courage... Glory and Death." Rasped out a voice of such depth and sinister nature.