Announcement of Withdrawal

[Sean_VEVO 1215]

"Was this Latz doing?" He asked pondering if he had ruined the Paladins with one swift pen stroke.

[Onnensr 605]

Father Nerium leaned back in his chair as he read the missive, a large coil permitting it to bend. He considered the weight of this missive, concerned naturally for the health and safety of Uncle Elarhil and Aunt Aurae when Xan inevitably perishes. Bad politics ended Veletz, and now it was the end of the Paladins. Letting out a noisy, "Hmm.." he realized he had reclined completely horizontally, and the seat nearly ejected him forward as he startled.

[Amayonnaise 1571]

2 hours ago, Wizry said:

The Vale announce our hereby immediate withdrawal to focus on the Harrowers.

 

One of the Vale's Vigilants - their guiding elders - would perk a brow upon reading this missive,

 

"I understand this is coming from those we have brought forth to aid in our defences against the Harrowers, but I do not understand how they are making these large statements without addressing the rest of us? I do not recall anyone seeking a moot among us elders, nor among the Vale as a whole?"

 

The sunlit elfess would scratch her head, hoping these lack of communications wouldn't have dire consequences on the rest of her community unaffiliated with such events. She turned then to her luminous companion, offering the missive across @Candle

[Candle 59]

Dyonne Alusa's eyes rove over the pamphlet Avyndriel gives her, a deep frown spreading across her face.

 

"How dare this outsider speak for our people as a whole! And so publicly no less. I will need to sit down with Nenar about this little friend of hers and about making such sweeping decisions for Nevaehlen without consulting anyone at all."

 

She looks up at the Sun Druid, her expression having calmed.

 

"Please reach out to your contacts among the Order of Xan, and quickly. I would like to make some clarifications with them. Be his ire justified or not, they should know this letter comes from no desk of ours."   

[DrakeHaze. 2490]

Ardaric a Keeper of Xan frowns as he reads the missive, he'd fold it and keep it close for now.

"I will do what I can to mend this. A rope cut in half, when tied together again only draws its ends closer. Unity or death.."

Thusly, the Paladin set off to the Vale to speak of the present, and a future not yet set in stone..

[FloralHedgehog 418]

The Nevaehlite goblin Gul'ash peered over the missive with a raised brow that soon settled into a frown.

"Int-uhr-est-eeng. To mayke such choize een our nayme weethout blahing to dey rezt ub dey Vahle, ohr kall for agh mooht evun to propurli diskuss eet beefohre bring-eeng eet into dey world. Mi do nub ztand for such."

 

The goblin took in a deep breath, calming herself before pondering the missive some time longer.

 

"Dough if dey blah een eet am true deyn mi kan undurztand if doze ub uz dat wehnt do nub wish to go animohre. Mi should ub been deyr to mayke sure nub such theeng happuned... or bohre witnuss to eet agh mayke dey zayme choize az deym. guess mi weehl peep neckst tik."

[Wizry 474]

23 minutes ago, FloralHedgehog said:

The Nevaehlite goblin Gul'ash peered over the missive with a raised brow that soon settled into a frown.

"Int-uhr-est-eeng. To mayke such choize een our nayme weethout blahing to dey rezt ub dey Vahle, ohr kall for agh mooht evun to propurli diskuss eet beefohre bring-eeng eet into dey world. Mi do nub ztand for such."

 

The goblin took in a deep breath, calming herself before pondering the missive some time longer.

 

"Dough if dey blah een eet am true deyn mi kan undurztand if doze ub uz dat wehnt do nub wish to go animohre. Mi should ub been deyr to mayke sure nub such theeng happuned... or bohre witnuss to eet agh mayke dey zayme choize az deym. guess mi weehl peep neckst tik."

A confused group of birds stared at Gu’lash.

 

What?

[Toddbringer 125]

Somewhere subterranean, clad in sheets of penumbral silks, an ailing madame inspects a missive in placidity. 
With a weakened, single handed grasp, the paper comes to crumple, and tossed into the hearth just across the room.
"And to ashes..."
Some somber solace in a more tenebrous hour. 

[z3m0s 1788]

"T'is a shame. . . The followers of Xan seem ever eager to lose all they have at the hands of bad manners. Such great burdens cannot overshadow the simplicities of life. . . For how can you expect a man to die for your cause if you'd not even pretend to stand beside him." croaked an ancient figure high atop the throne of the world, letting out a long sigh and a faint shaking of his head as he sat idle, watching onward as he toiled away at various projects of ingenuity, all the while chuffing on the harshest Aegis skunk he could conjure from the depths of his voidal pockets.

[craneia 103]

A deep frown settles itself upon the scarred visage of the Magnolia Druid, who tosses the missive atop a flame burning within the Watcher's Grove.  "You do not speak for me."  She has not quite forgotten the wrongs done to her people and a forest she once called home on behalf of the treacherous Titan. 

 

 

[Skelepathic 67]

Baldwin was intrigued as he sat in his domicile, alone. He was drinking his homemade lemonade out of a neat, porcelain mug whilst he observed this missive and other information he had nearby. His eyes were furrowing as he sipped, he then sat down his cup to read more thoroughly. His legs began to cross as he read, he deepened his gaze towards the paper; "So.. They are dispersing within each other. They are slowly degrading from the inside. Good to know. That gives the Host the advantage." He set down that missive into a pile, before continuing on with other essential information.

"Todd" read the missive with distaste, he didn't have a problem with the Vale but more of them lying about fighting off the Azdrazi. They aren't doing a damn thing. His sardine-fingered hands gripped the missive before he rips it; "Liars, you aren't doing a good enough job!" The angered ghoul said, kicking and stomping in an upset manner; "****! Give us some good conflict for **** sake!"

[Minuvas 2975]

A Wizard did sit upon his palatial throne, a venerable Army of wizards uncommitted to this war effort between two powerful beings toiled in the halls of voidal studies.  And they were left to ponder, for none had asked for their help, and so they remain dedicated to those studies alone. 

 

"What's all this about?" Was the only thing Razad could muster to someone in the chamber of fire

 

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