SURRENDER AT HONKMAT

[Jentos 9422]

 

 

‡ THE SURRENDER OF HONKMAT‡

 

'Ere the race of Men rode themselves, 

 

Nephilim, Ash-Knights, scaled the walls of Honkmat, 

 

Ringing bells, summoned they the foul magi of the city, 

 

Reaving the city, they were cast down before the Nephilim Prince, 

 

An oath was made; Surrender would be given before the race of Man.

 

 

With my Ash-Knights did we break their wills. One sorcerer after another were pilled one after the other. The lover of the Great-Magister was cast at my feet. She begged for mercy. Waving the words of the Pontiff, they had been given Seven Saint's days. Thus, Seven Days do we give them, before we should return.

 

Thus we told them, they should surrender, sooner than later. Oath they struck, before me. Already, they write their surrender. Perhaps it would have been wise, if they had writ it faster. Men of the Canon; they yearn for your Mercy.

 

We hope Man, Ravenmire foremost, shall forgive us - if their blood did not drip from our swords. Plainly, you gave them Seven Days too many.

 

 

 

[Rig 17580]

Alistair applauds the scourging of the Mages of the Void, for it is they who decry all the masterful works of Almighty God.

[Ryanark 2738]

Ahnakriel raised a goblet of fire in his brothers' honor, reading the news from his vacation home amongst the Flohirrim.

[King_Kunuk 3022]

"I would have hoped that those Magi who would use their arts for vile acts rather then the ordained use in the service of others would have more spine. I am disappointed that they lack such weak Convictions," professes a Sorcerer draped in robes o' terrible yet 'o mighty.

 

[Areon 947]

"Should their oaths be taken in the same seriousness as they gave them, a swift surrender to the will of Mankind will be the finest blessing these Magi will receive. That city's layout was abhorrent," an Adherent of Smoke and Ash remarked on the return trip from Honkmat.

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[Jentos 9422]

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"Send me my grub mucket meal takemura!!!" screamed the an-gho from the far north.

[Cat Evocation 3728]

Elsewhere a particular Ordained Herald was thankful that his once kin were still as honorable as they were when he was one of their own in the past. He could breathe a moment of relief. 

[frvma 1014]

"How pitiful." A Nephilim said. Carving an upside down pentagram into a stone floor. "Let it be the Magi of that detestable Void that give themselves to cowardice." 

 

As it spoke a bowl was filled with blood, dark red and flaming like alcohol set aflame.

A crunch sounded in an empty hall. A scale, plucked from its arm. As it turned to ash it mixed it with the blood. 

 

Paint.

 

"Let it be the Magi of the Grotesque that feel the first of the Flames. The first taste of Ruin and Death."

 

A paper was put in the middle of the diagram. That flaming, paste; Ash and ichor was laid into every crack, crevice and trench of those carved lines.

 

A Masterpiece.

 

"Let my Brother's, of their knighthood of Ash, be a taste of their future."

 

Blood and ash ignited as that pentagram came to life. The paper in the middle catching on fire. Litanies and invocations of the higher tongue of Dragons whispered in that empty hall. 

 

Their metal screeches and calls an Omen.

[Morigung-oog 5697]

Somewhere that wasn't Hohkmat, a pale mali nodded in surprised approval. "I'm detesting these scaley bastards less and less with each idiot they slay."

[Karim 250]

"Blessed be our knights dusted in ash" Said the guttural words of a newly risen Nephilim as he reveled in the victory of his kin and Ylir-Salar.

[framalam 837]

Talks of ash and redemption pour in from the street, continuing to plague the poor imprisoned knight, languishing in decay within his Waldenian cell.

"Ash..." he whispers, clutching his own knees, "Redemption...? The men among them, ash." he repeats, rocking back and forth, visions, dreams, all that he couldn't do plaguing him.

 

"Death to the Heresiarch." he settles finally, sitting still by the cobbled wall.

[Hydration 26]

"No matter the act, no matter the intent. None may redeem the impure save for total annihilation. Lizardmen are anathema" a sister of iron be crossed herself at the mosque of the owynssiah