FIRE AT THE HOLY SEE

[kindEmperor 1466]

 

 

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3K83CH3Oa4

@Xarklythanks for the music
@Werew0lf

 

‡ THE JUSTICE OF RAGUEL ‡

 

Crashing down, came blue-hued sword, 

 

Head wheeling from body beheaded, 

 

What was once fire became ash, 

 

And what was ash became fire, 

 

For Khâzvalikaar; a flame that does not go out,

 

Wept did Azdromoth’s kin,

 

A spirit of fire, a martyr, Ishirem.

 

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‡ THE BAPTISM OF THE AN-GHO ‡

 

Waters pool down, 

 

Taste of hate upon tears, 

 

Turn to blood into the pool from blue-hued sword, 

 

Waters of Gamesh, red from sacrifice,

 

Forgiveness in the eyes, 

 

Of washed An-Gho, 

 

Baptised by fire-wreathed Raguel,

 

“All things turn to Ash;” spoke the Prince

 

There danced the fear of death in Heaven’s voice, 

 

Retribution howled.

 

Fire, fire in the Holy See.

 

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 ‡ THE RETRIBUTION ‡ 

 

You turned upon our Prince as he bent before your Church. Accusing him of marring the Waters of Gamesh, you spilled his own blood just as he was baptised and soiled the waters of your baptismal red. 

 

He may not be a Man, but he is yet a Canonist now. 

 

Our Prince may have forgiven you as your sword hacked at him, but we did not. 

 

Two of us were destroyed at your feet. Two bent before you for retribution, in the name of that thing named Grace, and here called your angel; “Cleanse them all.” 

 

Did you cleanse us? Fire swept your halls. Shrieks filled them. Terror danced in your bones, you swung swords at invisible foes, angels bled. You barred your gates, counting your dead. We grated at your gates, calling vengeance for our own. We would have stayed our swords, but wrath rules your hearts.

 

We willingly surrendered the two of our own. And yet before our loss, defeat was on your tongues. 

The sons of Azdromoth’s Conviction remained as it was deeply instilled within them.
It was preordained. This was Fate.

One could only ponder, did the wise Dragur have this in mind? When he offered Horen many of his sons to serve the father of MAN zealously? We would serve you, but where does Justice end?

 

Ash?

 

Will you not make Churches in our houses? Will you not make baptismal of us all? 

 

Or will it all be red as the Waters of Gamesh stained with our Prince’s blood?

 

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OOC: Thank you for everyone who participated in the RP. This was fantastic. I hope there will be more to come. Despite how large the CRP was, it went very smoothly and very quickly.
 

 

 

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Credits:

KindEmperor - Writing

Karim - Formatting

Astrophysical - Review

Jentos - Review

 

[LobsterLarry 1514]

"Mi grukked dah humiez would be ztronger den dat." - Khamul stated as he wiped the blood off of his spear and armor.

[Jentos 9422]

A voice whispered amidst the flames of a great kiln. It whispered, strands of flames stroking its very own spirit of a fire. A nephilim had died. A canonist was born. 

 

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RP was so goated I must say, thanks to everyone for the good spirit, I am looking forward to see how this goes !

 

[Ardory 2978]

An Ashen Squire rests by the fire of Tor'Praeth, a shattered crossbow before him. He leans forwards, reminiscing the battle at the Holy See. He then simply says to himself: "Angels can bleed."

[Suzzie 866]

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A herald pondered upon the events that occurred, licking her wounds in the aftermath of such a scuffle. She wept for the An-Gho and the other Nephilim that had fallen, her thoughts tumbling through the memories of bloodshed and chaos. A small fragment lingered on the child she had struck, and while it were in defense, she hoped that their fire still burned; None should have perished, yet much ichor was spilt.

 

Finally, she questioned the Aengul- Was this truly what mankind regarded as holy and just? Or were this a wolf in sheep's clothing, a devil shrouded by white wings?

 

She sang a solemn song in the towers of Tor'Praeth, echoing through the halls.

 

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[Areon 947]

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The Eye of Aulkhorian rested within blackened halls foreign to her, the fading footsteps of the Chosen of Azdromoth echoing into silence as her broken voice sung out in lament, in anger, as she pondered the events that ensued.
 

They lacked the Conviction.

 

Her song's tone shifted to that of humor, the hallowed visions she granted to the followers of Mankind's folly besetting them with the truth and racking their mind's with the spirits of the fallen Heralds. Hilarity breaking over her visage as the image of Knights and Would-be Crusaders grappling foes that not exist came to the fore of her thoughts.

 

Her mind wandered to Aulkhorian - A master missing, unshackled in her quests and journey. Asioth denied in return for such beliefs and truths shared to her in secret. What would the Inquisitor do? How would he perceive these familiar-yet-foreign foes, she wondered, concluding upon one thing.

 

Fate held future wonders for the children of Horen.

[Werew0lf 24180]

St. Raguel stowed away in the clouds, fawning over its blade edge, mesmerised by the prophecy within, or obsessed. 
 

It was still covered in a blanket of ichor. “An-Gho,” raged the aengul, clenching its fist, causing thunder to roar above the Holy Regency. All could hear it. 

[King_Kunuk 3022]

The Sorcerer of Tor'Preath wept tears of sorrow at the death of his beloved friends.

 

He took however to blade, spell, and holy potion as the False Angle Commanded for their deaths.

 

He fought with the vigor of the rightous. For none now can deny the evil of Raguel.

 

Let the True Fires burn his church

 

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Loved rping with the church and the crp. Will def be one of my core lotc memories 

 

[wowj 9747]

Saburo of the Tatsu clan had no clue any of this was going on, the Herald was far too busy harvesting the Rice-Fields outside of Tatsu-Clan compound & Amako's house.

[Conqueror 424]

KHÂZVALIKAR rows the Canoe down the Silver river of Metztli, towards his Fathers new heaven. He'd stop. It was then did the Khazdrazi realize, he was the victim of the Church, this time. Probably because there were no more Kharajyr left for them to kill.

 

"How many times did I have to tell them." He spoke with a risen tone. An angry one.

 

He'd row some more, before stopping a second time, and peering into the Water.

 

"We can grovel all we want, bend our heads to them. It won't matter. I doubt we will seek revenge for today." He'd stand on the boat.

 

Shaking his head to himself, he spoke again! "It took two lives for my Brothers to finally make this... fleeting realization!"

 

Remembering those inverse words the false Aengul spoke to him, before he lobbed his head off, he'd spring off the side of the canoe, down deep into the Silver River; to his drakeshrine. He'll come back. Soon.

 

In a different form.

[Crevel 7557]

Vylandris recalls the fierce battle, narrowly escaping death twice and saved due to the sustained attacks inflicted by his better equipped draconic compatriots. Had the battle gone on any longer, it would surely be in their favour. The battle may have been won, but this would surely mark the beginning of a war with Raguel as fate reared its often unpredictable head.

[Aehkaj 1244]

A Chaplain, rosary in one hand with an incense burner in the other knelt in prayer to bless his weaponry in Sanguine-Gold flames. Today was not that day where peace could prevail, all which was on the horizon was war.

[Security_ 2287]

Just as the night before, Calaron Wick lit the candles in his room one by one. The censer hanging low above his bed sputtered, swinging idly to waft and crackle, dispersing the familiar scent of myrrh in the air. Grasping a ruskan cross the chandler knelt before an altar of flame.

There he pondered…

 

Was this Justice?

[growingivy 3382]

A clay dragon stirs, picking up a piece of ceramic horn that had cracked off. The Seeker sought out its masters.

[Cat Evocation 3728]

In the distant lands far from the home of Dragon-kin a robed figure glanced down to the bronze mask he held in his palm. He closed his eyes - "Our fires are eternal. They do not forget."

 

A Herald dawned his warmask to make way to Tor'praeth.