TO THE XANNITES

[kindEmperor 1466]

 

 

DEAR CRETINS.

I your beloved enemy, cherished brood-brother, regent of the forgotten mountain have decided to bless you with profound knowledge. This day I declare one of your slave subordinates was captured, bested in a duel by our mighty.

Come along and for their rescue, I assure you their death is promised by the hands of our drakes, their soul immolated, or either we will keep them rotting in our basement for their inconsiderate manners.

So come save your Yandel, come with your forces and might in all. - Or prove me right, prove Azdromoth the Emperor Tyrant truthful.

Act with haste you scoundrel mutts.

Relics of power or the similar will be best brought for negotiations, if not you can attempt a bribe with your meaningless blighted words, I do warn that you not test my temper nor my patience. 

 

 

 

At the end of the writing a smouldering lidless eye was imprinted at the note, it warned, it stared at those who were sent the message, the calling for answer. 








 

[Werew0lf 24181]

((if that’s satinkira then we don’t care))

[satin 7600]

Yandel sat in the Black Cells. To most, they were blinding, pits of despair and silence - but he bore the mark of XAN within his soul, and his hands glew with Xannic Mists. Light shone through the otherwise impenetrable gloom.

 

The prison was not so dark to him. He had faith that help would come. 

[frvma 1014]

The Wraith previously known as Aurae feels a disturbance while she's fighting in the Abyss.

[Conqueror 424]

"A familiar tale." Muses an old, very old Kharajyr. "Perhaps I shall pay him a visit, a shame he does not count as a... canonist clergymen." Drawls the mangey cat, reading red scripture off of a strange, spherical object.

 

Instead of taking the very long journey to those Blackrooms, he goes back to bed.