Missive to the Golden Lich

[Security_ 2287]

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Scrolls, tied in black string and smeared with charcoal are carried by rats both undead and living, skeletal and zombified. Sent directly to necromancers across the land, some missives are found waterlogged in gutters, others smothered in dirt along a road as rats became roadkill, or simply grow tired of carrying scrolls.

 

 

To the weavers, ghouls, and to the lowly Golden Lich of the Xionist Coven I write,

 

How long did it take for you to forget your master? Your maker? 

Do you believe yourself righteous in your path, to bend so low before the foregone scripts of Xion?

 

Have you learned nothing from the mistakes of the Old Lords? 

The very ones who shattered the black nexus, and scattered the art of necromancy for decades- damning the mortal races of the one true primeval art.

 

Do you make your bed with Mystics, false mimics of our blessed art?

You lower your standing by meddling with the spectral imitations of sacred necromancy.

 

Hear my words, Golden Lich, you bring dishonor to the name of Gashadokuro, you bring dishonor to the art of necromancy, and you bring dishonor unto yourself.

 

I offer you an accord, a means to cleanse your foolish clambering to an ideology of slothful souls destined to waste into the eternities. Look upon the works of the Xionist, their very affects upon the Mundas I can count on one hand. Self-righteous they believe themselves the saviors of Aos and Eos, telling themselves the lies that old men whispered in fear of the Old Dark aeons ago. So as you cling now to Mordring, the dog of Malkaathe, let there be a final chance for the weavers of this realm to merge into one before I join the war upon your coven.

I offer terms of peace.

 

1. To cease all worship, adherence, and praise of the four false Lords, and of the Xion texts.
2. To aid in the destruction of the dog Mordring, who’s leash has been slack for far too long.
3. To return under the Eye of Iblees, to serve Chaos and Ruin.

 

Remember the fate of the last Gravelord who defied Iblees.

Do not make the same mistake.

 

Decreed by The Rat Lich, Gravelord Adramélekh

[sam33497 7356]

"If you box Aratakrast I'll blow you up." declared the undead blasphemer Lanre Cerusil.

[Diogen 3729]

It is not too late for him.

 

Said Naele, who sat atop her throne, reading that missive.

 

Aratakrast was one of our own, once. He shall return.

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

"Interesting..."

[_xMika 284]

"Join us." 

The once-lone weaver pleaded all with a glance to a foggy skin, tainted by a deep and ranging blizzard. 

"You know what he took away from us.... please." 

 

His tone and hands began to shake. Was he fearful of war? No. . He was fearing something much worse. He quivered at the thought and pain of having to strike someone he considered his own ally, his own kin. . It ate at his mind and stabbed at the deepest parts of his heart. 

"She held you in the highest regards; she spoke of you as a king. . Avenge her, show her that her loyalty was not wasted."

Finally did he find peace within himself he took in a deep breath, and from this breath came an acceptance. A new age was to come, and a letter was to be written.

"Xion will fall, the mystics will fall... All those who follow Mordring will fall. I plead, don't be one of them." 

Finally did the weaver stroll into his new home, where all his kin resided. No longer was he alone, no longer was he buried underneath stone and stuck within infinite halls. He found peace amongst his ruined life. .

[kindEmperor 1466]

"We mastered ruin and let it go, as one would let go of an illness. - Our father lingered on such illness and he discovered a cure to his aged distress through Asioth, through his Asioth alone he overcame it, so did we in our great day of chaotical madness, brother against brother, dragons against dragons. In our mastery of Ruin we discovered its greatest weakness, in that we found our greatest strength. We detest these ways and long have we known that mere speeches won't change the way of Ibleesian forces; so let us exchange not with words, but with sword."
We Defy Ruin.
We despise the Betrayer.
We spit on weakness.
A simple creature hummed to himself as he brooded away, eyes averted as he watched the little prince attempt its flight, and in the same instance his eyes once more met the missive before he went to spit on it, the entire page torn asunder by dragonfire.

[Rebellionlife 443]

"Bah! Bonehead politics. Can weh go back to eating mortals and terrifying the sheep."

[TheCaptain 639]

"Those who do not move, do not notice their chains"
Valerius glanced down at the rat-delivered missive, weighing its words, but the answer was already clear in his mind.

[wowj 9747]

1 hour ago, Security_ said:

Decreed by The Rat Lich, Gravelord Adramélekh

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"WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK."

Gillriik'Ungri [Honorary Wick] screams into the night sky.

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[Security_ 2287]

10 minutes ago, wowj said:

"WIIIIIIIIIIIIICK."

"WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK."

Gillriik'Ungri [Honorary Wick] screams into the night sky.

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[Qaz_The_Great 1394]

Crushes scampering rat beneath his boot. He looks contemptuously upon the vile creature's corpse and the now blood stained letter. He reaches down with his gloved hand, pulling the note from the rat's corpse.

 

"Southlanders. These are your peers, Edvard?"

@Zombiefide

[christman 3529]

An inky pool of oil coveted primeval tomes and when rat-gouged scripts found purchase in the mist covered den where weavers surely roamed, it seethed a cool anger. 

 

For the Gravelords of Xion, the eldest wraiths of yore, whose title were sullied and perverted.

[lemonke 6014]

"It's all coming together!"

 

A Hag mumbled amidst flesh and bones as she worked upon an abomination of towering size. The Rat Lich and her mind together, for sure, would combine to create a greater beast. Her plans were coming to fruition; finally, she was growing a spine to fight against creatures that desired to take a hold of her art, of her people, and herself. Nevertheless, for now, she awaited for the Golden Lich to take the right side in this conflict, but in her mind, he would never lead her. It was time for war.

 

"I am a servant, No MORE! The Igarashi Empire will LIVE!"