A Calling to the Accursed

[Leyrin 262]

 

“The ambitions of one can be the ignition to the progress of many.”

 

 

[!] A flurry of missives would be sent out to the citizens in various corners of the continent. Eager to be read by those that cared for change. 

 

“To my accursed kin, I write this in search of those of our kind that seek progression. 

 

For many years now our very presence has been treated as a bane to these lands. 

And none can scarcely blame the citizens of this realm for feeling such rooted hatred when so many of our kind actively seek and practice violence and bloodshed in their lands. Such practice should actively be shunned in consideration of how we and our ancestors have suffered to violence. 

 

I call upon you to aid me in pushing for change, to find a greater purpose to prove we are compassionate, wise and worthy of respect. We are intelligent and knowledge-seeking people, let us not allow our reputations to be tainted by those who sow injustice in our name. 

 

Let us gather, Children of the Curse, to find a greater solidity of community and to settle upon a common cause. Let us reject and shun those of us that seek discord over more abundant, peaceful ways. Let us gather and generate higher goals where we may achieve as a collective power toward acceptance. 

 

Should my words strike your interest, send me a bird so that the cogs of progress can begin their melodic whirring once again. 

 

Signed,

 

Ceres Dralguna."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Karina 1881]

A draugar found the missive, cursed as she was. The woman recalled the moment of her rebirth. Baptized in infernal flames. Chains to her soul. It was a miserable thing, a fetid thing. Peaceful ways.

The word was enough to make her laugh. This awful, gritty thing that sort of gurgled up from the back of a dry and mummified throat. 

Some part of her came to realize their violence was always there. All it ever took was the slightest disagreement to bring it forth. Such was the nature of the Haeseni. Such was the nature of many valah. The nature of all descendant-kin. Despite how far she had fallen from the Court, the truth of the infernal was always but one moment from being recognized. 

The note was crumpled up, before the creature resettled to her desk. Maybe one they would understand it. They would never be safe, until they were strong. 

[Tav 4336]

And before the golden child of Aaren - named Valentin @Akrassia - knew it, the exact missive was shoved in his face! 
         "Make some damn friends, loser. You're stinking up the house." 

[Akrasia 265]

4 minutes ago, Tav said:

Make some damn friends, loser. You're stinking up the house." 

"We have a house?! Since when????" replied the devil with equal parts excitement of having a home, and confusion of not being told until now.

[Tav 4336]

Just now, Akrassia said:

"We have a house?! Since when????" replied the devil with equal parts excitement of having a home, and confusion of not being told until now.

"Where tf did u think you were staying dumbass." He said back, not very demurely. 

[christman 3529]

Cardinal Mattia scoured the missive. HOW DID THIS FIT INTO THEIR ONTOLOGICALLY EVIL PLAN??? There HAD to be some sort of hidden code... The underground Ibleesian cabal would not... COULD NOT prevail over Canonism. 

[satin 7600]

13 minutes ago, christman said:

Cardinal Mattia scoured the missive. HOW DID THIS FIT INTO THEIR ONTOLOGICALLY EVIL PLAN??? There HAD to be some sort of hidden code... The underground Ibleesian cabal would not prevail over Canonism. 

 

Spoiler

me reading mod apps from pvpers (ferrymod agenda)

 

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

"Sabotage again? It worked for the Dark Elves..." A fiend comments to an Azulyte.
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[Muckelpu 291]

Glacial blue eyes read over the missive, a small smile gracing Aeth’s scarred face. “Ceres I wish you the most of success…but be careful to not attract the wrong kind of attention to youself friend.” Muttered the fenn as they rooted and worried for their friend. 

[Frostdrop1 1843]

Marus Weiss, laid rotting in bandages from his bed, dragged his gaze from the ceiling at the entry of servantry. Little sat by him but a single, short letter and a broken, warped pocket watch. Dull and bitter, his lone eye swept over the words in contemplation and consideration. Lonliness was a fickle thing.

His melted skin pulled taut as he managed just a hint of a smile.

[Gaea_Foundation 625]

It took some time for word of this missive to reach the ears of the cursed Oussana. Hearing the whispers of it being discussed brought a smile to her face. She was glad to see Ceres had done it. A hefty sigh left her, "Now, to figure out how to get up to Hohkmot to send a letter." She had not foreseen just how much of a hinderance losing her sight would be.