[Apotheosis] TO THE FALL OF DRAGONKIN V

[Goon 1535]

[!] A missive is spread throughout Aevos.

TO THE FALL OF DRAGONKIN V:
THE BIGGER FISH

To the obedient followers of the False Lord, Azdromoth the Archdraakar:

I haven’t forgotten you, my enemies. 
But that I write for you means you have blundered irreparably. 

 

Rarely indeed, but you have proven the sliver of competency you possess to your master, so it seems congratulations are in order. By slaying the Keeper Redwulf, you have not only incited the furthest fury of your foe— all that inhabit this realm— but even amidst the Gods, you have only served to vindicate what was already promised to come. 

 

I will feel the sting of the Red Wolf’s death, surely, so revel in that much maybe; but know his death means little to our Lord and those that Lord beside him. Know that you’ve not even made a tear in our banners. Death rides for us all, and that is all of our price to pay, but the death of one could never mean the ruin of order. Your hand has tipped, faithful servants of a false lord, and we’ve seen your desperation. Now, lament; to know that your demise does draw evercloser.

 

When the Red Wolf was slain, you, too, felt that awful, dreadful feeling, aye? 

 

All of you felt it, like an overwhelming remorse, but you’ve likely conflated your anxieties with the excitement of the cretin’s bloodlust. Having foregone your emotional capacities, you’ve likely no way to discern it true, and so as my final random act of kindness for you, I will aid you to parse that which you felt. That feeling was not an echo from the guilt you were once capable, nor was it the uncertainty of what your actions will have wrought from your foe’s riposte— no, that awful dread was fate’s decision final. 
That awful dread was nothing more than the certainty of the Divinieers of Fate, the very heavens above, ordaining your sooner ultimate undoing.

 

So perhaps it was merely an unpleasant but fleeting feeling for you, but that feeling was nothing short of a scarring premonition for the one that misguides you. Your false king has seen the misstep for himself, and he cannot unsee it. I implore for yourself, you ask him what it was the Gods have shown him. Ask him for the truth. Ask him, for once in your service’s entirety, not to honey his words for you like you are an unlearned babe, and to tell you, in true and full, the vision he was shown.

 

Ask him now, because when we come, your “leader” will not be there to save you. Your “leader” will not be there. Your “leader” will cower behind the mound of your corpses, and he would offer seventeen thousands of you whelplings before he would tell you of the truths he has seen. 

 

Brave yourself to ask, and he will call me a babbling fool first, then you for entertaining the notion, but watch the flicker of fear in his eyes and know that I write true. Listen to his voice tremble when you tell him who has penned for you, my enemy. Remind him that he has never sought me as I’ve asked, because he has seen what I say true, long before even I have seen it. Even though it has been some time that I have written for my old enemy and his tail bearers, he has not forgotten the sting of my truth. And I cannot wait until premonition comes to fruition and he will feel, too, the sting of my bless-ed steel.

 

So, Azdromoth, O’ Azdromoth, Lord of the Oaves and Impotence, False In His Reign and Last of His Name:  
If you wish to let your lizards attire themselves nicely to greet fate proper, let them withdraw their tongues from the webs of your toes and tell them what the Gods have decided; before they are shown without warning. 

Tell your followers of the paintings we will make upon the walls of your keeps, and of our flesh that will char in the fire and light alike. Tell your followers of the crown that slips from your fat skull into a puddle of your own waste, and that you have seen them become the ash to mend our wounds. Tell them of how the countless hours they’ve wasted in chiseling those monuments will sooner turn to dust, and how your legacy is reduced to a tome– relegated to the forbidden depths of our library.

 

If you do not tell them, it makes me no nevermind. We will show them all the same.

All we are are instruments of righteousness– and you, a cornered pawn in the games of all those greater than you.

I can only imagine what that makes them.

 

To all of my enemies, especially to those that took the vessel of my brother:
Know that you’ve only commenced his eternal service prematurely, and that you will see him once more beyond this realm.

Soon, we will deliver you to him, because he awaits, impatiently, his recompense.

 

Count how many it took you to take my brother, and bring twice as many when you come for us.

 

Trust those doubts that you have for yourself, they are right about you.
Trust those doubts you have for your false king, because fate has chosen, 
and still, he shields you from its truth.

Signed,

 

Justiciar of the Brotherhood of Virtue
Alicjo Verrana, the Deadeye of Veritas

 

 

 

“The women of the court say they feel safe in your presence.” 
– Philip II, circa. 1850

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[creamynoteblock 2647]

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talk all u want but u aint left yo keep yet goon ass mothafucka

 

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1 minute ago, creamynoteblock said:

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talk all u want but u aint left yo keep yet goon ass mothafucka

 

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just say the song is hard or you can say it when i pull up but cut the rara

 

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YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love goon music

 

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wait this goes hard like the first one

 

[Spoopy_Duck 1554]

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@Sean_VEVObeen real quiet since this one dropped

 

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A Knight of Xan blasts the anthem in Sunbreak!

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"Who are you? It doesn't matter, just as this little note of yours doesn't matter." A loyal son of the Emperor above commented, as he penned a note back.

 

 

"If you so willingly surrender now, which I would not appreciate as I like to savor the blood 'pon my steel with the ichor you all shall spill. But nonetheless A complete and utter surrender to escape your annihilation is up for an offer, choose wisely! " That drakaarling then finished, as it returned to its brooding; captivated by the life anew ovular sphere within its possession. 

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28 minutes ago, Spoopy_Duck said:

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@Sean_VEVObeen real quiet since this one dropped

 

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Its been 20 minutes and I just saw this let me cook

 

This shit the first w the paladins had in a minute, I wonder if bro thinks I actually speak like how I rap as a hobgoblin tho

 

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