To My Biggest Supporter

[Departed_Delmar 1302]

Spoiler

 

 

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Well, look at that, you made a small grouping of weakling vampires and acolytes run. You let those learning have a taste for blood, and you burnt down a shrine to a man long departed.  

 

You should be so very proud. 

 

Be proud of your feeble victory, after all, you’ve butchered what is the equivalent of children and toddlers. Fledglings upon a path of ascension and growth. You butcher lowly acolytes still learning, Draugar still mastering their craft, and simple vampires seeking understanding.

 

Yet what did we lose?

 

A structure, a banner, a portrait? All things that can be built upon, better and stronger than prior. I must say, I ultimately thank you for the killing of those weaklings, for you’ve provided something that can only be experienced through violence and true wickedness. 

 

A Desire to Grow

 

So, you seek conflict? Wonderful, your tactics are so wonderful indeed, for they are exactly the same tactics I would utilize. You strike when we are wandering, you combat us when we are focusing on other matters, and you torment the most humble of our covenant. 

 

So nothing stops us from doing the same. 

 

You should aim to tell us beforehand when you intend to strike, after all, these fights have proven so equal as of recent. It took five of you, with Thanium blades, to even compete with me and my simple servants. It truly makes me wonder. 

 

Do you rally out of righteousness? 

Or

Do you rally out of fear?

 

I’ll be seeing you soon no doubt, perhaps I’ll even supply your forces with some brews and weapons. After all, I never discriminate against potential clients and buyers. 

Hazk al'durngo grael, narn thur ithurzu sethorek

Hail the Black Sun, for its Light Guides

 

 

[graveyard_bones 213]

"Yes Gravelord," we all say, in unison. Cerberus sends a passing glance to those surrounding the lich, lips curling into a smile at the sudden reunion. 

[Karina 1882]

"Yes Gravelord," we all say, in unison. The draugar known as O'zen looked to her right, expecting a similar response.

[Mallow 243]

"Yes Gravelord," we all say, in unison. A corvid ghoul croaks out, its hollowed sockets travel across the surrounding undead and communists. 

[Xarkly 17299]

 

Villorik of the White Comet hoped for nothing less.

 

"Show me, Kryndomere," he muttered to himself, as he overlooked the moonlit rooftops of New Valdev. "Show me the power for which you traded your soul."

 

More than anything, he wanted to see - for the sake of the Shadowspawn themselves - that it had been worthwhile.

[Ztrog 1128]

"It is time for the makings of what makes in induvial great to begin. Dear Gravelord do show me of the new generations of that slaying truly means." The Necromancer, He Who Slew a Continent would thus utter.

[asoart 133]

William had fought some of them before, though never victorious, always caught unprepared or outnumbered. This time, they had the upper hand. "They were too shocked," he thought. "They were only brave enough to attack unsuspecting civilians, hiding behind countless reinforced doors and multiple gate series. Who knew the undead feared death?"

"Let it be a lesson, for there will be a march after every attack of dark spawn on civilian gatherings." He went on to celebrate, for while it might not have been a victory with many darkspawn cleansed, it was surely a message showing them that they are not invulnerable. 

[sapphic_spidy 1089]

"Yes Gravelord," we all say, in unison. The necromancer long turned from the path wants to fit in.