TO WAR

[TreeSmoothie 5136]

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TO SERVE AND PROTECT    – –

WE  MUST  FIGHT   – –

TWO YEARS AGO, MY FAMILY WERE STOLEN. SLAIN. AND ROBBED OF THEIR PLACE IN THE SEVEN SKIES.   TWO YEARS AGO, DIPLOMACY WAS ATTEMPTED.   I have sat RESTLESS as these beasts pursued me – hunting me to wit’s end. I have borne my blade with pride: I have waited for you foul folk to, at last, kill me in battle. But there has been NOTHING. Sat idle in a place you thought unfindable, snickering behind the gate and wall. BUT WE HAVE FOUND YOU.

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@Xarkly @HIGH_FIRE@Harald@teeylin@AmericanSniper52@Candle@Lord_of_losers @YOU!!! YES, YOU!

[Public missive]

To the Commander of  the Pontifical Guard, Patriarch Villorik – to the Queen of Balian, Sybille I – to mi sobrino, Prince Xander – to mi sobrina, Princess Santana – to my friends, the brother Coyote & Dyonne – to my mentor and the greatest wizard to live, Sarah – and ALL OTHERS who seek GLORY, BATTLE, and WHAT-HAVE YOU:

We must end the undead menace, once and for all. A united front: no more dis-jointed raids and threats backed only by quill and parchment. Before the beasts grow ever-stronger, we must strike. If not for the kin they have taken from us now, all the ones they have taken and will take in the future. Your mother. Your son, your daughter. Your husband, or wife. Hells, your dog.

 

Let us not have a second Cloudbreaker – or a second Worm. Let us learn from our past mistakes. Ruthlessness is Mercy Upon Ourselves.

 

Your humble servant,

Justice-seeker,

John Augustus Galbraith

 

[Lord_of_losers 1108]

The greatest wizard to ever live, Sarah Artenin, watched as a single extra word appeared on the paper... 'Allegedly'.

"Damn it." She sighed.

 

The paper shifts again. The allegedly has been removed!
"Hurray!"

[Lmcfc 491]

Iduna peerd over to what her new found uncle had written, she paused for a moment "dramatic but well written" she clearly didn't understand the context of the missive of this given moment.. 

later she found out what the missive was truly about "oh... oh..." she finally understand with a blink ".. want a drink?" she asked her uncle from with in hohkmats tavern

[Werew0lf 12539]

"Heard this John Augustus Galbraith fella is an undead spy that does necromancy," spoke Malik the Freak, spreading rumours in a busy tavern .

[Damnit_Delmar 1217]

"Look at that, they have just found us." 

 

The Gravelord sat upon the ledge of that cavernous ravine, his empty sockets, staring down at the rifts below. It had been far too long since fresh blood had graced his ivory digits. The sign of a commander, stuck within his castle for far to long. After a moment, his palm would loft upwards, gilded smog starting to trace around his digits. That maw, spewing with abyssal smog, as he spoke that command to his general. 

 

"Sted al'numenro. A'gulhj narn vorrul"

Ready the dead. We prepare for War

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@Buru

 

 

[asoart 61]

William read the missive "Someone has to put things into motion" he murmured before continuing his painting of the undead knight that has been haunting his memories, a dark painting featuring a darker figure. A phantom pain lingering on his wrist stops him from finishing the painting. "One day..." he said as he stood up, looking at the figure in the painting.

[AlternisJ 139]

Gundanat slowly read through the missive himself, chuckling as he muttered to himself  "They never ask any other nations, always those involved. Saves us the issue of intervening now doesn't it?"

[Snow1770 261]

“Indeed it does.. we still should worry over the red lich’s growing power though.” The Silver Lubba patted Gundanat before setting the missive aside and going on about her day. 

[Caedis 436]

Alyovich stares blankly at the missive, his natural brown eyes obscured by the darkness of his helm, as a blanket of soft purple fabric hid away his remaining features. No voice spoke out. No words were needed. It was a foolish hope - but even he had believed the mortals would recognise the true threat.

 

With a gentle roll of his shoulders, he passed the missive off to O'zen@Karina, and finally spoke his words,

 

"Write a poem about me in this, will vy?"

[Anonymous_Rando 13]

In a darkened hall does the lone Tantalus sit, pouring over the missive with a drink in hand. Lifting his mask, he finishes it off as though his life depends on it. “Shit.” 

Edited May 19 by Anonymous_Rando

[Jihnyny 2643]

 

 

 

FROM THE BOLD BRONZE TO THE BIG IRON

 

Dear John Augustus of the tribe Galbraith,

 

Your tale of vengeance precedes you, carried on the back of your unbeaten determination and relentless pursuit of destruction against the unliving. My clan, too, seeks allies in this righteous endeavor, and I believe our goals align perfectly, like the desert and my people. I have heard whispers of your liking to bulls and cattle, and the iron atop your hip, which strikes with unrivaled speed.

 

I wish to meet you.

SIGNED,

Ughûr’Ugluk

[teeylin 1063]

A stench of undeath roils around Dakarian's gloved digits as he slowly reads over the notice. He supposes his mistress will need to be informed, and clambers off to her chambers. @stickyhon

[Cheese 2570]

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Rapunzel vibes 

3 hours ago, TreeSmoothie said:

 

[_xMika 58]

A fossil of a once young man sat within the blackened halls of the company, his hands clasped together tightly, and his arm bearing a snake that wrapped around it tightly, almost as if it was latching onto its soon-to-be prey.

    "Fools"

he stated in his soft but potent, high imperial tone, one that bounced off the walls of his shadowed visage, well hidden behind a pale white veil.

       "They hold their ranks to such high regards. . a façade that hides their weakness."

        Taking time to slowly look up to the stone black ceiling, he hums in contemplation and whispers to himself.

    "I wonder if such confidence will be held once the smoke of war clears"

[Onnensr 681]

 

On 5/19/2024 at 10:39 AM, Werew0lf said:

"Heard this John Augustus Galbraith fella is an undead spy that does necromancy," spoke Malik the Freak, spreading rumours in a busy tavern .

Father Nerium, reclining casually in the direct middle of a busy tavern, drank small sips from what looked like a vertebrae as his suspecting eyes passed over the banter. Upon hearing Malik the Trustworthy speak, he cunningly pulled a little pocketbook out of his sleeve and wrote down the rumor. "John Augustus Galbraith is a necromancer! The pontifex must know!" he thought, scowling and shaking his head.