The King And The Spider

[lemonke 6014]

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The town of Silasia had been assaulted by waves of demons and undead accompagnied by their necromancers. Their king had been taken away from the guards that sought to protect the place. Leaving across the walls of the keep that had been sieged burned marks of a flaming spider with three legs up and an eye upon its body. Alas, once again an unseen force had struck the poor Grand Duchy. Beings who lived in shadows. Nonetheless, ancient scrolls were left behind with that same symbol that perhaps could give answers to whom did such a thing:

 

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Your king has been defeated; your children and families alike have been cursed for generations and generations through our wicked maledictions. Your warrior who attempted to stop us was brought to her knees and forced to torture her own father. My forces have plagued your hands; slain your people. However, we are merciful. We might cease violence against your people, for the power of our forces has been proven forevermore. Focus your war efforts against the ghostly beasts and stone knights, FOR they are your real foe. Do that, and perhaps mercy shall be bestowed and my curse lifted from your forests. Submit under our strength or perish.

 

GLORY TO THE IGARASHI EMPIRE

GLORY TO CHAOS.

 

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A raid not planned by me but that make all of this happening! Thank you Silasia for playing it fair. You people are amazing. Also, very late post. I'm sorry of it isn't if huge quality.

 

[KidKrinkles 2043]

Victor, who had just left the town, eyed the missive, and stared long and hard at it.

 

"Baralin, we're goin' back." He'd sigh, and tug on his helmet.

[Smol 2229]

The 'warrior' within question but medic to many and a princess to some Aurelia, was slumped within her icy cage. her form battered from the blows given to her form, the kicks.. the fresh wound given to her cheek. She had silent tears upon her visage, forced within her slumber but at least she could still control such even if barely within her dreams she found peace.

[Moumins 378]

Saoírse Radomavic stood over the bounty she claimed. Proud blood stained her black, & fanged row of teeth. The Jackalope, Vampyr  Princess of Florian Radomavic's line had partaken in a successful hunt, once more. 
"O' Lord, let them open their hearts & listen. If they do not turn their hearts, then turn their ankles, so we may know them by their limping"
 

[Heart_Spam 330]

Ida Nightingale, wearied alchemist and tinkerer, stumbled across the decaying lands whilst searching for herbs. The grass crumbled under her mount's feet. She hugged the desolate outskirts for but a quarter mile, muttering to herself, before spurring her steed homewards. 

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Metal scraps and glass clattered to the floor in disarray as Ida rifled through a barrel filled with discarded odds and ends, 'til at last she found what she sought. An old missive, faded and spotted now with oil, its edges crinkled and rips creasing the scrawled words. It was real. It is all real. Ida reveled in the delight that she was not crazy, her sanity was intact, and yet bemoaned the loss of yet another land that could have been saved, if only traps had been set. ...She must be more vigilant. Act. Spread the word. Set the traps.

 

To Combat Plague - Miscellany - The Lord Of The Craft

 

 

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Note: I was not a part of this eventline, nor is Ida part of Silasia and probs won't be part of the eventline moving forward, but I saw this and sought to at least acknowledge where the eventline could affect rp outside of its primary focus. 

 

[lemonke 6014]

8 hours ago, Heart_Spam said:

Ida Nightingale, wearied alchemist and tinkerer, stumbled across the decaying lands whilst searching for herbs. The grass crumbled under her mount's feet. She hugged the desolate outskirts for but a quarter mile, muttering to herself, before spurring her steed homewards. 

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Metal scraps and glass clattered to the floor in disarray as Ida rifled through a barrel filled with discarded odds and ends, 'til at last she found what she sought. An old missive, faded and spotted now with oil, its edges crinkled and rips creasing the scrawled words. It was real. It is all real. Ida reveled in the delight that she was not crazy, her sanity was intact, and yet bemoaned the loss of yet another land that could have been saved, if only traps had been set. ...She must be more vigilant. Act. Spread the word. Set the traps.

 

To Combat Plague - Miscellany - The Lord Of The Craft

 

 

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Note: I was not a part of this eventline, nor is Ida part of Silasia and probs won't be part of the eventline moving forward, but I saw this and sought to at least acknowledge where the eventline could affect rp outside of its primary focus. 

 

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This eventline can be joined by everyone, do not worry! As it’s a sort of open player conflict. Ppl who seek foor curing others from plagues with alchemy and stuff are p welcomed as they will find a lot of rp! Amazing post by the way!!

 

[Andustar 4143]

". . ." John Casimir scrunched the missive in his hands, with a wrath he scarcely felt before now pulsing throughout him. He then turned to his brother, Alexios.
"I'll make preparations. They will pay sorely for this; our counter-attack will hurt them!"
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[TysCreations 458]

The halfling peered down at the missive that had blown over the water and into dunwen. fist a plague and now this?? his brows knitted together as he tucked the missive into his pocket half-heartedly before descending into his lab. It was about time he made true to a promise.

 

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COUNT ME IN!!! I WANNA HELP!!!

 

[Gopnik Is Poggers 121]

The Huntress read the missive, her eyes narrowing as she took in the grim news: another nation had fallen under attack by darkspawn. Folding the parchment with care, she dusted the visor of her helmet, the weight of her duty clear. Gripping her sword, she breathed deep. She felt like she knew the fate that would be bestowed upon the rest of Aevos. "So it has begun-" She said as she watched the land from afar.

[SilverTirith 122]

As Aoife reads the words in front of her, she silently wonders whether she’d have been able to help if she’d have been there.

[_xMika 284]

[!]  A lone weaver made way towards a castle of ice, and with his gaze fixed upon a missive he held a cackle came from his core "If only i was there to assist" with the missive being thrown to the ground, a devious grin formed behind the ivory veil he wore "There will always be next time"