THE RIFTMAKERS ASSOCIATION - INVITATION

[sam33497 7356]

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[!] Missives were dispersed more or less everywhere, even where there was zero chance of there being mages, almost as if the missive were taunting those it did not apply to.

 

 

 

 

Greetings to the mages of Aevos. I am the Voidal-Lich Az’rekash. You may know me by my name in life, Lanre Cerusil, or by the presence of the dark star. I admit, for two decades after my revival, I was quite angry and more or less slaughtered people relentlessly at the behest of the Ogre-Lich. Though I remain of Hexicanum, a fair amount of meditation under a beautiful rift in the Veil has restored some of the mindfulness that I need to do practical things.

 

That said, what I seek is the advancement of the Voidal arts! I have invented two spells myself, but I am bottlenecked in individual progress past that point. I would like to create a rich Voidal tradition of excellence; the power of what Descendants can access through the Void must grow, otherwise we are quite weak, all things considered. I was quite serious about this in life, but now I might consider it a hobby.

 

That said, my form and relative immortality grants me the boon of free operation! No more are complex plots necessary for me to do horrible things. I can walk into a city and kill a few people if I really want to and nothing will happen to me. Though Raguel caused me pain in the wake of the slaughter of Sixtus, I was ultimately revived. I can create a Voidal Tear and nothing will occur; anyways, this puts me in a favorable position to organize and facilitate. I get infinite retries!

 

After I created my newest Voidal Tear in the north, so too was another created; and before that, one had been made in the south, and before that another in the south - truly, we seem to be in a great age of Voidal experimentation! Though, due to various reasons, these pairs of creators do not know each other’s identities, so greater ambitions cannot be pursued.

 

As a consequence-free being, I figured I could organize something greater in the name of Voidal magic - to be clear, I don’t care about affiliation at all, so long as the aim of all individuals involved is the furtherance of Voidal magic. I will not attack interested parties even if we might be normally opposed.

 

If you are interested in the complex artifice, the art of spellforging, or the creation of Voidal Tears, or if you wish to aid in the creation of a supermassive Tear for better or worse, write to me; find a postman or a bird that can brave the cursed forest all the way to Hexicanum, or seek me out in the reaches of the North, beneath the Tear that ever-grows. Additionally, should you wish to merely learn and be associated with such efforts, or if you have any particular interest in either of my created techniques - the Superheat technique or the Elemental Domain technique - then I will indulge you just for being brave enough to seek me out.

 

Thank you very much for your consideration. I hope that together we may unlock the true strength of the Void.

AZ’REKASH

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[OOC: This isn't a troll or a setup, and you do not need to be experienced with this sort of stuff to reach out. I will RP with anyone. Bird me and we can do some cool stuff :3]

 

[Animael 1500]

A postman, somewhere, somewhen, gulps, fastening several buckles of their belt, swallowing with trepidation as they dread the day they have to take some crazy persons mail to an even crazier voidal-lich. Pulling up their socks and hiking up their shorts, they prepared to brave the worst of it.

[ToodIes 1575]

The Grand Magister sends her hearty congratulations to the Voidal-Lich Az'rekash on his ambitions, and urges him to visit Hohkmat's tavern in the near future. Alone, preferably.

[Cheese 8882]

There was a huff as one voidstalker read the missive. And then, a long trek up North...

[Morigung-oog 5697]

Barrowlord Fornotos grimaces.

 

"Fear the Old Dark."

[framalam 837]

A LONG ADMIRER OF HEXICANUM, Lukas peers onto a poster brandished where it never should have been. Shrugging off the thought that such forces could act even in BASTIONS of Canondom, he peels it off the wall, and digs his spurs into the beloved Uther IV.

 

"Lich friends!" he mutters to himself, reading the rest.

[sam33497 7356]

7 minutes ago, Morigung-oog said:

"Fear the Old Dark."

 

Az'rekash heard her speak from many miles away.

 

 

"Bahahahahahaha!!" he replied.

[Xarkly 17299]

 

Villorik of the White Comet prepares a suitable disguise to infiltrate this new den of darkness.

 

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[Lord_of_losers 1546]

"Bro really wrote a missive about advancing magic, and didn't think to transmit it magically in any way? Naaaah, that's crazy." Said Sarah Artenin with a great sense of disappointment, "Mediocrity."

 

With that, she psionically launched this exact reply straight into Undeadre's brain, forcing him to hear the palpable disapproval in her voice.

[Jaslaw 602]

"My sleepless nights finally justified? Lets goooood!" *Called out a elf.. that more then likely shouldnt be happy about this. But getting a reason to why his wife woke him up every now and again due to her nightmares, was not the worse- and he could be happy for it. Taking the post with to show to said wife, just to let her know!*

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[Hom 1987]

Atticus gives a slight scowl down at the paper, an expression not often seen upon his face- Tense, and rigid. Beneath the veneer of displeasure is an always-present layer of fear. Always the rabbit, never the fox. Still, that doesn’t excuse him of inaction. He’d been getting complacent. And old.

 

He pours himself another glass of wine, and lets the missive sit on his desk as he stares, not quite reading the words anymore. There’s a layer of more complex feeling beneath the anger-fear-fear-anger. Turmoil, and quiet guilt. Perhaps this was his wrong to right, in a sense. Or maybe it was self-centered to think that way.

 

Tilting his head back, he stares at the wood ceiling, and lets his mind turn. Something was to be done, that was for certain.

[StingyParrot 1595]

The invitation was pinned up somewhere in the home of one Tatsu Arakawa - alongside other letters and missives he found intriguing.

[Otakuu 128]

An Elfess takes a long draw from her blunt, blowing out the smoke after holding it for a long few seconds. She looks to the missive with an emotionless expression, though her eyes screams intrigue and curiosity. "Perhaps I should take a chance and actually go there, tis not that far if they are where I think they are." She proceeds to look out the window, to the dark and snowy landscape that stretched as far as the eye could see.

 

 

[Morigung-oog 5697]

3 hours ago, sam33497 said:

 

Az'rekash heard her speak from many miles away.

 

 

"Bahahahahahaha!!" he replied.

 

What was originally shared reciprocated laughter gradually transitioned into something far more apprehensive.

 

"Bahah- You're joking... Right?"

 

 

Valindra, herself, took one look at the missive and shrugged from the comfort of her own home.

 

"... I've officially retired from saving the cosmos. Younger, stupider, goody two-shoes magi, this one's on you."

[asoart 133]

"This is concerning." William said as he read the missive. "Nothing taken that far ends up without a disaster."