Unwillingly 11184 Popular Post Share Posted April 5 NO MIGHT, NO RIGHT A missive from the Court of Kings, c. 175 SA Someone has bribed the scribes and town criers. This missive is public. Ten years ago today, the motives of the lily-livered Sarryn, Dakaith, and her cohorts were made manifest, stoking the fires of what I predicted would be a cannibalistic, self-eating slaughter. For refusing to bend the knee, myself and others were made pariahs and later deemed threats to the stability of the coven that once belonged to us. I foresaw that, if Sarryn and Dakaith, or “Solomon” as he styles himself, had the gall to threaten mine and Cordelia's right to the hierarchy in the first place, they would revel in the tidings of war. After all, “might is right,” they told me. My judgment was misguided. What ensued was not a testament to their might, but a mockery of the teachings they crown their own and a shoddy throne occupied by the forebearers of cowardice and indolence. Of course, they won’t admit these shortcomings— they’ll maintain their farce of glory, and that I am the arrogant fool in over his head. Let's put those statements to the test. In the annals of this civil war, we have slain three of their own and seized the flame of one: ones called Laelia, Azrael, and Aluthshae, for their threats on our lives and misaligned loyalties to the cockroach. And yet, even when their heads were delivered and Hell itself howled with vainglory, not a finger was lifted for their coveted prospects. By way of missive and town criers (again, I emphasize, the only weapon they know is the pen and paper written from the comfort of their hidden homes), they sought to sabotage our kinship with the Overlord of Kaethul Yera, who in turn forsook our arrangement in an attempt to save face. But “sabotage,” “dismantle,” or “sunder” are ever the generous words. She was never a particularly useful ally, even when afforded the personal resources and information to enact change, so their operations along with the Mother Church proved to be of little consequence at the end of the day. Since then, Sarryn and her underlings exhibit uncertainty, as evidenced in their reliance on clayfaces and disguise virtuoso. This proclaimed prodigy of the flame, the ringmaster of a new generation preaches “might is right” like sacreligious prayer, yet barricades herself behind impregnable steel doors and locked bunkers. It betrays a deeper fear of the inevitable, one I see fit to deliver personally. But I am benevolent as I am vehement, and I understand patience wears thin as a thread for many of you. You were not designed to cower in the depths of deception and apathy, you were designed to stand on the mantle between providence and power— how dare she take that from you. Shed your allegiance to Sarryn and Solomon, and in doing so, we will absolve your involvement in this war. Do so, and you will be spared street executions, no longer be hunted like prey, nor be stripped of your gifts. Should a tertiary coven be formed from the exodus, it will be considered a neutral entity disjoint from its predecessors. If there is any doubt to the merit of my words, I am not so foolish as to renege my sworn deals. Those are absolute. I am principled— it was not me who slew the Queen of Haense. But her killers wear her blood like perfume. It calls into question why, then, does Sarryn not seize Kinghood? Perhaps it’s a matter of judgment levied by ra’Urdol, that she does not deserve to feast at the table of Kings. Either way, she never had the nerve to go after true power. She knows not to share that mantle with me. You cannot call yourself a threat to be taken seriously when you cower like a trembling leaf. But rest assured, I don’t hunt you because I feel threatened— I hunt you because I feel like it. Malphas 46 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nectorist 7424 Share Posted April 5 “I take a good deal when I see it. This looks like a good deal. Hope those others think the same!” Comments one of Malphas’s underlings on the recent missive. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Werew0lf 12045 Share Posted April 5 "I will hunt you instead." Malik spoke to himself in a ball-pit, a freak of nature. 21 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benleft 887 Share Posted April 5 "Hey evil-doer, you look pretty strong. Let's fight instead of all this senseless violence," the Great Dragon said from the mountaintops. 14 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ivery 106 Share Posted April 5 Though good sense keeps her from reading it at length where it hangs, Deia need only read one line to feel compelled to free the missive and fold it carefully into halves. Wherever she carries on from there, it burns in her pocket like smoldering coal. 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
sam33497 2794 Share Posted April 5 "You're all washed up!" the Voidal-Lich Az'rekash screamed. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TimberBuff 2105 Share Posted April 5 "Let it be known." That woman muttered, as she read the missive over."I, some coward, have caused the 'once great' to rally the world against me, and they still cannot do anything meaningful." "Three out of three scores of men, and they view this as an achievement." 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Caedis 431 Share Posted April 5 The missive was brought to the hands of a certain Fallen Baron. His fingers clasped the paper with an indifferent grace - his eyes scanned the parchment with disinterest. An exasperated sigh. "Another demon, another missive.. I like that last line though. Shame I don't believe it.." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karina 413 Share Posted April 5 A hint of interest had settled on the brow of a certain Devil. Sermi took quill to paper, when the news had reached her. The letter to Malphas read as follows. "Castiel, Or I suppose whatever it is you prefer you call yourself now. I admit, your name come up into my mind not too long ago. I was telling another of our time, however brief, at Hallowcliff. That, somehow, it was you who spared me being thrown into the pits and swallowed up. There have always been lingering questions. It's hard not to express a certain level of curiosity. The matters of my allegiances are well known, certainly. While I do not think any words could pull me away from the White Cat. I have to admit - I would value the opportunity to talk without the fear of death. Even if it is only to take measure of ambitions and strengths. I think there would be some value in that for us both. Would a meeting on some form of neutral ground be something you would be interested in? I've often found mutual interest is a very useful tool, and despite the differences between us. There is always some to be found. If it is benevolence you preach, then let it stand as a testament that this is just not some elaborate trap. I await your favorable reply, The Cats Most Loyal Hound" 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cheese 2315 Share Posted April 6 6 hours ago, Unwillingly said: By way of missive and town criers (again, I emphasize, the only weapon they know is the pen and paper written from the comfort of their hidden homes), they sought to sabotage our kinship with the Overlord of Kaethul Yera, who in turn forsook our arrangement in an attempt to save face. Juniper's eyes lock upon a certain few lines of the missive. Her hands shake; she is livid. She looks to the backpack in her room, and hisses beneath her breath, "Soon..." 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turbo_Dog 1437 Share Posted April 6 Daal laughs as he took off his own clever disguise, fake nose that was a carved up potato and glasses he stole “Sar-rin.” He said through hideous manic laughter “Daal has much much lesson about being a king, maybe maybe flesh thing should should have listened heard more of Daal’s yap yap. Sar-rinnnnn!” Calling out to nothingness the imp bit into the missive and ran back to his evil cave like a dog fetching the paper 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Unwillingly 11184 Author Share Posted April 6 19 hours ago, Karina said: A hint of interest had settled on the brow of a certain Devil. Sermi took quill to paper, when the news had reached her. The letter to Malphas read as follows. "Castiel, Or I suppose whatever it is you prefer you call yourself now. I admit, your name come up into my mind not too long ago. I was telling another of our time, however brief, at Hallowcliff. That, somehow, it was you who spared me being thrown into the pits and swallowed up. There have always been lingering questions. It's hard not to express a certain level of curiosity. The matters of my allegiances are well known, certainly. While I do not think any words could pull me away from the White Cat. I have to admit - I would value the opportunity to talk without the fear of death. Even if it is only to take measure of ambitions and strengths. I think there would be some value in that for us both. Would a meeting on some form of neutral ground be something you would be interested in? I've often found mutual interest is a very useful tool, and despite the differences between us. There is always some to be found. If it is benevolence you preach, then let it stand as a testament that this is just not some elaborate trap. I await your favorable reply, The Cats Most Loyal Hound" A letter soon reaches Sermi. It reads: "I'll only meet with you if you stop calling yourself that insufferable moniker. Signed, Malphas" 17 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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