[FROSTFIRE] DECLARATION OF WAR

[xo31 3979]

6 minutes ago, lemonke said:

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Bro stop using black font, please...

 

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ill fix it right away sir sorry

 

[rathat 868]

Barrowlord Mek'Abiri, Herald of Oaks, looked over the missive. Amongst his peers, he drew the cursed chac-chac and begena- strumming a grave tune.

"Ah, so it's true then... As is expected."

 

 

 

[PCSwift 1422]

Asbjorn watches the imp drop a missive over Grense, quickly snatching it up and reading over it. His eyes widen as he casts a glance over the many peasants, and simple men. An overwhleming sense of dread takes place in his already cold heart as he sprints for his horse, mounting it with shaking hands. He then rides, for Lumbridge.

 

In his youth, Naele went by a different name, and he a different man. 

 

"What went wrong? Why are you doing this!?" 

 

Comes a thought, boiling to his head.

 

He looks back at Grense, bringing his horse to a halt as he admires the beauty of the simple town. The simple life. With a crack of his reins, he gallops off.

[Venomous_Pup 2978]

2 hours ago, xo31 said:

A Darkreaver of Umbrage, he whom slayed the Black Pontiff in years passed, marked another tattoo upon his mortal body.

 

It read: 

 

"Yatl Bhurn-ka Nekaro ag'Vorhuhz"

 

 

A Witch of Chaos prepares another bucket.. For one she'd slain twice already, and that her fellow kindred had ended countless times..

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

5 hours ago, Punished_Pup said:

A Witch of Chaos prepares another bucket.. For one she'd slain twice already, and that her fellow kindred had ended countless times..

 

 

An Inferi watches the warlocks smith Rokodra buckets. 

[Travisty 1020]

Altair's fingers tightened around the missive, though before he could speak his striith cackled, a harsh, grating sound that echoed through his cellar.

"Blood! Battle!" it crooned, its voice a twisted blend of both excitement and malice, "Why hesitate?" it pressed, hopping closer on its crooked talons. A slow wicked smile crept across the man's face, "It has been some time…" he mused, a glance spared towards the floor where various cursed items he had been in the midst of creating lay, then to his accursed spear, a gift that had long since seen any use. His gauntleted hand grabbed its ash wood handle and the grimoire floating idly beside him. 
 

[KKgame1 111]

Perched high above the ground, upon a balcony in his lofty keep. The armored vampyr caught the flying missive. "Oh how I wonder what you've been up to, reviled queen," he spoke, sipping an overly expensive [five whole minas] glass of red wine before continuing. "I will have to see myself." As the man finished his beverage, he began to write a note in return.

[mielofficial 489]

𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭 picks up the missive that was, like most of these missives and decrees, strewn on the ground, discarded by it's former owner for Musin to find. The warped cawing of crows overhead in the pitch dark rang out eerily as she ducked under a tree to read the contents of what she'd found.

 

Marigold gripped the letter tightly as she read on and on, tearing a hole in one of the sides absentmindedly. Her breath rattled, heart beating intently before folding the letter up in to small squares to fit in to her pack. 

"...This can not be good..."

She scurried away into the night, occasionally checking over her shoulder ......

Edited September 6, 2024 by marigold_theclumsy