Claws of Consequence

[TimberBuff 2105]

 

 

 

To Yera, and for all throughout Aevos,

 

As my hound did earlier, I take pen to this paper to clarify my intentions.

You have irritated me.

Disdain drives my actions when I hear your name.

 

Deny all you like to your people, for I know those who have walked your halls, and sat at your table.

You hide behind pacts with the infested church, your actions buried like a corpse beneath your floorboards. I know your deeds are cloaked by the ill-informed, those who trust your word struck by the gravity of what you find acceptable, or simply too afraid to draw your ire. 

 

All is fair in the chase after me, isn’t it?

 

I have been silent on your dealings with traitors, of you pacting with devils just for the bitterness of a revenge never found. I know the results of these dark dealings, the pain caused to your citizenry, and the fear in their eyes as they avoid the conversation. All is fair in love and war, you tell your advisors, as you lavish in the Calamity you inspire. This is the only respectable thing in your existence.

 

Do not mistake my past silence for acquiescence. 

You have one year.

One year to find closure.

One year before I spread all that you have done.

One year and let loose my hounds to scratch at your doors.

 

The Eye Gazes, the March continues onward,

The White Cat

[Asutto 1990]

A Haelunorian Councilor hit the bottles tonight. She didn't understand the way of the Magi, for they were all the same. They'd tell you stop or they'll kill you, but they'd never actually pull up.

[Karina 412]

Somewhere, deep in a hidden place of worship; one of those hounds stirred. Sermi drew the whetstone across the length of her blade, a check of equipment. She hadn't bothered to repair the damage to her chain that Villorik caused. She had not even cleaned the blood off her breastplate. Slowly, they stood up; adjusting the belt of potions that sat across their chest.

Yera had one year. Others were not as lucky. Work called, once more; and she would always answer. Both the Fox, and the Wolf. The hunters on her heels only made her feel alive. Dancing on the lines of life, and death. Complacency would never do. Not for her. A small prayer uttered, under the Devils breath.

To the Dark Star. To her Lord. To Chaos, and Calamity itself.

They would all burn.

[Ewdrawings 455]

"Gasp, another demon annoyed I'm routing out demons and getting upset publicly about it. Just release whatever made-up stuff you think you have. My hands are clean, anyone that does some basic investigation won't be fooled by your lies.

 

I'm not chasing you, I'm just living my life and keeping your stain out of my backyard."

Yera responds, sending back a letter.

[UnBaed 8955]

Ilaria gulps.  She contemplates her tattoo parlor harder.

[PrimnyaQuorum 1038]

Far beyond the night sky, in a particularly primordial cluster of starlight and dust - a mind wandered and reflected.

 

The Watcher had been disinvolved for some time, mostly of his own choice. The affairs of demons and claimed not-demons grew tiring to keep track of, since a poor attempt at a bounty was issued out from a greedy town.

 

It had been some time since he had heard of the White Cat, though - and as its writing came across his view hours prior, it gave him enough to reflect upon admist unseen depths.

 

A passing thought granted him some semblance of solace - those who had always clung to his name had always been struck by misfortune severe, a curse he had no say over since it had been inflicted upon him. Some occurrences of ill-fated luck simply had proven to be more tolerable then others.

[hemomancy 2850]

A mage sat, pen tapping against paper. Long had she tried to stay out of that of the vassal-state. 

 

Though long did the mage grow tired of the whispers in her ears. She stares at the jarred head on her desk.

[Caedis 430]

Anatoliy glanced to the missive, and laughed. "Is she stupid? To write words instead of perform actions- I can't believe the infamous White Cat, is scared of us.. Keep writing, great aunt, but perhaps write a will instead?"

[Minuvas 2885]

Razad , leader of Mages, could not help but feel vindicated at this long known understanding "Though it is regrettable she has any association as a mage, her reputation continues to bring harm to all mages by these associations....."

[Laeonathan 3980]

"Right," Noted a priest who gave himself the name Father Monfort. "Darkspawn threatening to uncover the evil. Da... that makes sense. Surely, they must speak truth!" He jested before storing the missive in his priestly robes.