A NEW LUBBA ASCENDS.

[xo31 3979]

[!] In Lurin, a large throne had been constructed amidst the area of corruption. [!]

 

Missive are pinned around the city, glowing faintly.

Some would likely find their way around Aevos.

 

 

 

"HAZK, all. I, am Darkreaver Kosmikos. I have recently decided that I shall ascend to the title of Silver Lubba within the Most Serene state of Lurin. Irregardless of war and evacuation orders, I do believe we can really get some work done!"

 

 

"Secondly, Xionism will become the primary religion. All of the following are to be killed on sight."

 

Warlocks
Druids
Templars
Shamans
Inferis
Frost Witches

Vampyres

Raguel

Daemons and Aenguls
Anyone else with deific connections or that pose to threaten descendantkind.

 

"I am also willing to enter diplomatic relations with the High Pontiff and the Kann kahn Khan as soon as possible."

 

Note: Do not believe any others claiming to be Lubba.

 

 

 His Voidal Majesty, Kosmikos.

King, Thrice-Bathed in the Void, Silver Lubba, Darkreaver

Spoiler

Disclaimer: I am not actually the NL of Lurin yet. My character has lost his mind due to void exposure.

 

[Xergarok 811]

A Barrowlord let out a harrowing cackle, embracing

the boldness of Brother Kosmikos.

[_Leyd 1010]

Spoiler

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[DizzyGrey 1229]

Narithen wants ONE normal, calm day. He’d give his soul for the chance to wake up and not have to deal with wars, rebellions, voidal mages, someone being snippy via letters, and a myriad of other things.

[rathat 868]

A chorus of voices echoed from within their tomb, reading as their carefully crafted plan fell apart before their eyes. It would take a great many lifetimes to repair the image of Xion, with the great volume of the Darkreaver and call to Umbrage.
 

A great cry, came from the Herald of Oaks. They wept for their friend, they wept for the land, they wept for their corruption. They wept for they couldn't possibly burn every copy of the missive, though try they did.

"It's so over."

[salamanderfantasy 1340]

[!] YET AGAIN a certain doctor has become Allergic To Walking Down The Got Dang Street due to a voidal shenaniganizer. Those left in Lurin will have to simply make due without their doctor; because OUCH.

[Cheese 8874]

Juniper deadpans, and plans to smack Kosmikos upside the head.

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

“You will never be a real lubba,” spoke Kato Ena entrenched deep within the marshlands upon picking up the crumpled missive to read - bored on the side of the quiet roads and shin deep in mud.

 

”You’ll never be Hana Song….”

[frvma 1014]

A lady of immaculate Ivory and gold trimmings, bearing the standard of Tahariae, on pilgrimage around the nations read the missive. "His Voidal Majesty" She quoted into an empty square. A wry, sardonic chuckle escaped her mouth.

 

 "Yet it is, that we let these fools willingly give themselves to Iblees. Is it not so that in the Scroll of Gospel it tells of Iblees' descent into the void and its corrupting touch on him? It has been long overdue that we as people have not shunned and killed the voidal mage. How this is not proof of its corrupting touch and makes men into Darkspawn, I do not know." 

 

Heulwen sighed. Crumpling the missive in her hands. 

 

 "As His paragon, I will see this mistake rectified for the good of the Realm."

[Onnensr 1908]

Father Nerium read the missive and lamented, for the Xionist mind-worm yet lived. Was the liquor of ignorance so enticing? Can't we all get along under the virtue of GOD and kill the Aengudaemon invaders like good, morally upright Canonist? "The loss of the family unit and its consequences..." He went back to the drawing board, commissioning the plans for his coming orphanage, and the foster family system he's envisioned to permanently cause the extinction of Xion. 

[DistantCryptid 405]

A druid, coming across that missive in one of their hikes, would give it a read, their brows knitting together in mild disdain, a clawed hand pinched the bridge of their nose, a deep breath is taken, then released.

"I'll just let the cannonists take the credit for this one." 

They muse to no-one but the trees surrounding them, carefully pulling the pin that bound the missive to the board they found it in to free it, going on their merry way to share this with the rest.