THE NEW ORDER

[Jentos 9422]

 

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‡ A PRAYER TO THE FIRE-BIRD ‡

 

A new purpose,

 

A new order, 

 

A new salvation, 

 

O hear us ;

 

Hawk of fire, 

 

Father eternal, 

 

Ours is the blood, 

 

Of the new god.

 

‡

 

—  AMIDST HANDS WET WITH GOLDEN BLOOD,  —

ARE WE NOW WASHED; 

 

The many races may never truly realize this, they may balk at your horns, disdain you for crimes they can never truly remember, but it is known; We are clean. The shackles that once took our hearts, blackened our skin, made vileness of our acts ; it is no more. Once, Iblees, the greatest of slavers, had wracked our race, blasted our Father with his taint, turned his hide into the deepest pitch and his mind turned into the foulest of crimes. 

 

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But our Father is no more chained. Not by the chains of the aenguls, not by the chains of the slaver of our race, the deceiver. No longer does the lion stalk us, whose light has faded, his mantle swallowed, his heart drank like the gilded cups of chieftains of old. The tabernacles of our murderers sit empty. Their tablets are smashed, their skins branded with the heraldry of our triumphs. The throne of the Old order sits cracked and forgotten. We are the usherers of a New Age. And thus I say; As the World does change, so do we. 

 

Embrace the implications therein. Though we are still, and power flows through our veins, turn not your sword to those who have slighted you. Turn your fire not to arrogance. Turn not your ire to the ruin upon which we had once delected upon. 

 

We have visited death, we have met with destruction, we embraced ruin as a lover and they have served us well and truly just as we had been bidden to use them. But what now? 

 

A chance to be something entirely new. We have been lifted from our oaths of Apotheosis, to us now are the freedoms to pursue ourselves as righteous creatures, no longer tainted, and thereby it is our duty to ensure the order represented by our Father. 

 

Our Father is the twining serpent ; the Ourobouros, the New Wheel which edges the eye. 

 

He is the Daemon of Fate, and of Conviction. His mantle is not the Order of dead Xan. His Order is an Order that does not reject, does not restrict ; let all find freedom within the Fate that our Father represents. 

 

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The Fate of the Universe may be predetermined, but this does not mean that one cannot strive to become who they truly wish to be. Just as our Father struggled so hard to be free to make his own decisions, let us ourselves struggle for the sake of others so that they might find their place in this world. 

 

 

Thus are we given these three commandments; 

 

1. With our great minds let us grant wisdom to all the living, 

 

2. With our black steel let us guard them from the iniquities of this world, 

 

3. With our fire, let us be their morning, and so ensure they live another day. 

 

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Oaths of vengeance inhabit your hearts, not struck from bargain, not made from honor, not even agreed to between others - but built and made to believe through the centuries of our persecution. 

 

But the time for vengeance has passed. The violence, unrequited, that we once dreamed for, is gone. The sole vengeance that ever needed to be visited upon, has come to pass, and no other revengeance we would wet our swords with, is of importance to us. 

 

So I declare; be as thy Father

 

Do you not feel it, in your bones, in your heart, in your fire? 

 

Do you not feel that as the world changes, as the meaning itself of order

 changed - that you too have changed?

 

Turn upon thyselves, and when you are ready, turn unto your enemies ; not with malice or regret, or the anger of the weak. But come to them with a strength they cannot parallel, a might they can not match and have long forgotten. Come to them with the one thing they lack, which is forgiveness.

 

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I do not say; put down your sword, snuff thy fire, but I say; draw your sword, and kindle fire, only when it is needed most. What ruin we once loved, that name we once cried out, has been spent - and spent wisely at that, and no more until the world needs it. Let war to the dead, and life to the living.

 

Do not think that we are to lose our art. That battle should slip from our hands and we do nothing, that we should no longer stride from our halls and shout our songs of fire. No. Only it is that before we can stride out, let us not only redefine who should be our enemy, and who should be our friend. For ours is a history, a history wrought with iniquity, with murder, and violence.

 

So let us go, let us go with open arms, to each and all of the descendant races, if only to seek virtue from them with our heads held low. Let them strike at thee, and only defend yourselves if you truly must – but remember ; ours is a fire which does not go out. What is a sword to flame? Nothing but wind. Be emboldened in your acts of forgiveness with every blow they swing, with every insult they shout, until their voices are hoarse, and their swords lay broken. 

 

And only then, will they find ; that they might treat you as an equal. 

 

And the races then shall know without a doubt, that fire does more than burn. 

 

And if they strike endlessly, if they show nothing but wrath, if they lose themselves to a vengeance they cannot ever truly or faithfully invoke, that is not the petty fruit of fanaticism, then show them through your pain what they truly are; no better than what they accuse us of being. 

 

And now, come the long march towards the glistening dream of salvation across this mortal realm. May we be given absolution, or may we be given stone.

 

Only then, with our hands clean, may we adorn ourselves, as dragon-knights to a realm which has always despised us.

 

O Father, this is my conviction, let this be our Fate.

 

O brothers, O sisters, do not hesitate as we charge forward into the future. Fate is ours, destiny burns at the tip of our upraised swords.

 

Ours, is this Age.

 

 

So remind me, when last was it, that the children of Azdromoth knew fear?

 

 

Credits:

Jentos - Writing, Karim slave driver

Karim - Formatting, Review, Imagery editing

 

[lemonke 6014]

Spoiler

ROAR DRAGONS RARWWWW

 

[Conqueror 424]

KAAZVÂLIKAR clears his throat, before speaking to his newest student. He'd speak words that aren't his.

"...They will answer kindness with viciousness. But to strike, when reason is outstretched like a willing hand, is that strength?"
 

He'd go silent, before speaking more. The Third-Eye's word, recalled just as they were said, the perfect words he had struggled so long to say to those who rose against him. Maybe they weren't remembered correctly, but it didn't matter.

 

"When one holds the capacity to burn it all to cinders, but chooses reconciliation, is he stronger than the one who rebukes him, who chose that violence?"

 

The Khazdrazi rose a hand then, bidding his student to be at ease. 

 

[satin 7600]

Spoiler

peak

 

[kindEmperor 1466]

That humble son peered over his brothers message, divinity struck his mind as he reached for it, that apple, that Asioth, he mirred on the thought and yet he strived to reach it, to grab the key to his chains to let them loose to be free. To know Asioth.
That dutiful weight remained, over such a long period he discovered how to embrace duty to its fullest extent, to its most truest potential; not for himself, but for others, the other who is not only dragon, the other who is a traveller, a merchant, a peasant, a noble, a scholar or a prince. - He would raise arms in Order to protect them from worldly evil and meddling interlopers from the beyond. - So they have a chance to discover themselves, to be free; and to live to meet fate. 

"Long have we yearned to be free, not for ourselves but for those of this world whomst we share with.

You

You men that despise my flock I say unto thee, I cherish you.
for I once hated and its taste was wicked, it was not victory nor triumph, it was squalor.

Our duty was once for our father now it is to you. Our Gift which is long overdue.

Blessed be the Dragonknights of old that whence served the Might of that Arch-Dragaar, as we are reborn as he takes flight again as pure as any, as real as anything.

So I say unto the world once more

We are thy knights, warriors clad with duty to protect thy dearest.
We are your faithful princes; servants born from Fyre.
We are protectors of the faithful.


 

[Pancho 4197]

A fallen Knight of Order looked over the message from the 'Prophet.' His scars burned with agony as he read every word, gritting his teeth through the pains of past. His Commander had fallen from the Heavens, their Father emerging a victor despite his Generals slain. Cerrick pondered the chains he wore, no longer.

 

Guardianship had been the mantle to drag him in, yet now his duty had changed. There were no longer Guardians of the descendant realms, the Templars having been infiltrated by mortal wonders over their years of strain. He looked to the sky, praying for the answer to his qualms under the banner of the Age of Dragons. This New Order had no place for him, yet there was no where to run but forward.

 

Soon it would be her time to rise from the Abyss and take her father's golden throne to rule. She had been outcast, it would take centuries, but this mission would be his fuel.

 

Redemption would come one way or another, whether it be the Savior of Sheerok or the Ascended Titan

[Java17 2216]

A woman stood in the Tor-Praethan hall, donning an eyepatch earned by injuries of combat.

 

"A father not mine, a corruption uninherited. Now bathed in the righteousness of the Oyashiman's true vision of His." she said, standing before a gathered group, readying for battle.

 

"Now ride forth, for words are empty. Show them."

[SteppeNomad 1624]

"OWYNSSIAH, THROUGH YOUR FIRE WE SHALL ENSURE THE CLEANSING OF EDEL. FOR JUST AS IN THE GOLDEN CITY, SO TOO SHALL THE LIZARDMEN BE BLASTED FROM ALL THE WORLD."

 

The priest of progress innovates in anti dragon BOLTER bolt rounds, praying for the doom of all lizardmen.

[Laeonathan 5889]

37 minutes ago, SteppeNomad said:

"OWYNSSIAH, THROUGH YOUR FIRE WE SHALL ENSURE THE CLEANSING OF EDEL. FOR JUST AS IN THE GOLDEN CITY, SO TOO SHALL THE LIZARDMEN BE BLASTED FROM ALL THE WORLD."

 

The priest of progress innovates in anti dragon BOLTER bolt rounds, praying for the doom of all lizardmen.

 

A lizardman priest of progress quickly innovates an anti anti dragon bolter round shield, praying for the doom of all machines to his actually existing diety, Azdromoth. "Phew," The Son of Azdromoth exclaims. "That was close, they almost got us all, An-Gho."

[Frisket 4538]

Order had fallen, a fact given and taken By Sofiele, who watched as the world embraced the Dragon kin little ...by little.

 

Yet she still remembers that Fateful moment she had when the silver blade gave her and the others the choice.

 

She remembered. Yet a thought of victory was lingering in her mind.

 

In the loss of her Lord, Her enemy, was purged, so why did she feel so bitter, why did she feel frustrated and envious. 

 

Because she was marked like the dog she was, or because she allowed herself to be led by mindless hounds who caused her lords fall?

 

Soon, she'd find out, if her enemy is an enemy and if there is no hope to the plan her and cerrick joint on. The triumph was etched on her back, yet will of guardianship was etched in her soul