Xarkly 12773 Popular Post Share Posted March 21 ISSUED BY THE ON THIS MALIN'S WELCOME OF 173 S.A. Queen Amaya of Haense is dead. Her body ailed with age, but the Light favoured her with glory nonetheless. For, in the woods on the foothills of Morteskvan, she did battle with the infernal scions of those who hearken the return of False Siegmund - the Inferi warlord who once laid siege to Karosgrad generations past. These horned and hoofed minions were once treasured companions of the Queen - for, when the world showed these outcasts only scorn, Amaya of Venzia showed kindness beyond her station’s due. Sermi Ulveryn Laelia Aaren Colborn These are the names of the Shadowspawn who slew Amaya, Queen of Haense, White Flame of Valdev. They - and an unnamed fourth - summoned the uncanny gall to slay the White Flame as she toured the summer flowers in bloom, beyond the walls of Valdev. Death is little barrier to these servants of the Shadow, but - to the White Comet - this matters little. For, in our Order, the mantra of “a thousand pyres” is a simple solution to those who cling to their ill-gotten longevity: They shall be slain until they covet death. These infernals, their fates twisted in the bowels of Hallowcliffe, serve a master - a greater blight who gives tribute to the Shadow, and leads a hellish coven. They are called Sarryn, and adopt the moniker of the White Cat. True to the nature of Shadowspawn, they are cut from a cloth most cravenous, for they change their face akin to switching cloak. For if the curseborn claim this mewling cat to be their master, then so shall she be expunged by the Light. Pay heed. This is not a warning to Descendant kind. This is a warning only to those who conspire to aid these Shadowspawn in any capacity. Those who do shall, as the Light ordains, share their fate -- in the name of the Light, and in the name of Amaya the White Flame. 51 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TimberBuff 2112 Share Posted March 21 "Looks a bit like a crow." Mused a reclusive woman, eyes scanning the missive, the icon having caught her eye, "He's lost his subtlety.""It was never subtle." Remarked her companion, her prisoner, her power."I like this man." Was all the Prison had to say in return. 16 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
xo31 466 Share Posted March 21 Arthur sighs as he reads the missive. Another name to the list, as pondered on how to best use the Void to sentence Sermi, Laelia, and Aaren to the same fate as Iblees. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
sam33497 2844 Share Posted March 21 "Ehhh? They actually put all the pieces together?" A rotted visage regarded the missive. "How un-ordinary." The undead archmage Az'rekash stretched out in its place of rest, cackling to itself. "Will you manage to win, Sarryn? Or will Yera outlast your assault? I am so excited to see the result that I would not dare interfere." "It will be a great showing of ingenuity and strength either way. I shall congratulate you if you manage to destroy all my allies-in-life, even after you managed to destroy me. Let us see if the church poses any threat to you or not, or if this will remain a battle of wits." Alas, the wall was not Sarryn. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Travisty 327 Share Posted March 21 Dietrich gave the missive a quick read, only one name stood out to him with the rest meaning very little, "Someone's awfully popular." He shook his head; a small chuckle escaped the blond as he set the missive aside to begin writing a letter. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DahStalker 2858 Share Posted March 21 Somehow the late Elia Eryka convinced her beloved daughter to sit before her, digits parting ebony locks as to twist them together into long braids. An action done throughout her childhood. "All is in the hands of their rage." She uttered, though one name in particular boiled her blood with great fury. Aaren Colborn. A boy who was spoiled in his youth, brought up in life with love, and regarded as her son once. Should she not be confined to the heavens by death, she would've burned, burned with the very same flame that caused Amaya's martyrdom. And more importantly, they got the missive wrong.Aaren was no Colborn. He was not even worthy of the surname Black. Spoiler @Tav @sarahbarah 11 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
sarahbarah 5030 Share Posted March 21 On 3/21/2024 at 6:15 PM, DahStalker said: Somehow the late Elia Eryka convinced her beloved daughter to sit before her, digits parting ebony locks as to twist them together into long braids. An action done throughout her childhood. "All is in the hands of their rage." She uttered, though one name in particular boiled her blood with great fury. Aaren Colborn. A boy who was spoiled in his youth, brought up in life with love, and regarded as her son once. Should she not be confined to the heavens by death, she would've burned, burned with the very same flame that caused Amaya's martyrdom. And more importantly, they got the missive wrong.Aaren was no Colborn. He was not even worthy of the surname Black. Reveal hidden contents @Tav @sarahbarah “The holy flame of justice shall soon burn,” uttered the late Queen. 11 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tav 1388 Share Posted March 21 AAREN GODRIC COLBORN... ..lofted his palm, and puffs a cigarette. 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Itz_Cookie 1735 Share Posted March 21 "It's beyond me why she trusted them so much..." Uttered an elven woman, staring out to vast ocean ahead. "Even after their blessings, she was still foolish enough to take them in." She slouched back, and enjoyed a cup of tea as she remained out of the spotlight still. 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cheese 2339 Share Posted March 22 Despite only being a mere eleven years old, Esfir Artemisia, granddaughter of the great Amaya, felt a new drive; one that contrasted her usual carefree nature. "One day..." The girl vowed as she cradled the necklace her grandmother had gifted her, "One day Ea will be able to make Hauchmamej proud.... Ea will protect people like she protected mea.." 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Apotolofo 1414 Share Posted March 22 Those names were read by pale blue eyes- the Wayward Shaman's tan complexion made white from shock. The missive fluttered out from those ringed fingers- shaking. Fragile. She thought to herself. . . "Just how many times must I be used, until I finally understand. . ." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
HazelWazel 448 Share Posted March 22 Within the depth of her home, a blind cleric sits quietly as she listens to a old friend read off the most recent missives. There was little reaction from the Mali'ame, all until a certain name caused her to startle. A gasp escaped her lips, causing her hand to move to her mouth. It had been so long since she had seen her. When was the last time she had even sent a letter to her or sought her out? Her thoughts disrupted by a clearing of the throat. "Is something wrong, Delmira?" "I fear I have failed someone without realizing. Even now, if I act.. I fear they are too far into the darkness to be found." "Will that stop you from trying?" "... Nein. All darkness must have a light somewhere." 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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