To Lumbridge

[Java17 2216]

 

 

 

“The shadows are not the dominion of evil alone. From darkness can spring light. 

This is a fact that even those most wholly consumed by the chaos of evil must 

remember, no matter how secluded their gatherings or how hidden their plots. All 

those who have betrayed descendant-kind in the service of the dark forces are not 

above the fear that one day, a stranger will emerge from the 

darkness, bringing with them faith, steel, and fire.”

 

‡ The forces of Tor-Praeth will march upon your walls. Immediately. ‡ 

 

Steel Yourselves.

 

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@Karim - Formatting, writing.

 

[Jentos 9422]

The Third-Eye quivered. Swords were thrust into the air, burning asconce. They rode, howling into the air. 

[Werew0lf 24180]

 

St. Raguel, the Aengul of Justice, was currently in Lumbridge.

 

This would be fun.

[Crevel 7557]

Vylandris Vuln'ibar prepares to sally out among his like-minded brethren. Destined to see fate takes its course.

 

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[wowj 9747]

The An-Gho sharpens his sword

[King_Kunuk 3022]

7 minutes ago, Werew0lf said:

 

St. Raguel, the Aengul of Justice, was currently in Lumbridge.

 

This would be fun.

The sorcerer of Tor'Preath had come down with a fever, so he paints in his fever dream 'The Raguel and the An-Gho'

[Chimeraof1999 1187]

A specter, whom had his soul purpose revoked at the hands of a incoming war, decided after his friends fate to flee. His eyes setting on Lumbridge one last time as his anchored spirit began to drift away from the cold, ice-like fortress that held the gateway to the land of souls. A final goodbye, a drift in spirit and in sadness, given to those whom sheltered him. He lives now, but will fight another day.

[Security_ 2287]

Calaron rolled over in his sleep, snoring loudly in the halls of Tor’Praeth.

[xo31 3979]

 

"Herald, another clan has declared war on Lumbridge."

[Xergarok 811]

The Barrowlord did not grace those halls upon that fateful evening, for they were out enjoying their birthday. When it returned, they pondered deeply...

"Your words reveal nothing new to us, for Light and Dark are two sides of the same coin. They have been since the Dawn of Creation. You are guilty of that which you accuse us of. To cherry-pick it is... Hypocrisy can't hurt every once in a while, right?" The being spoke, for conversation with oneself was inevitable and not strange at all when the self was a multitude of others. "Enjoy your symbolic victory, and pray it increases your chances of Mankind accepting you as one of their own. Pray, as you have for so long... This Raguel may just entertain you..."

[NLThomas 1225]

A figure had slipped away from their very fingers in the halls of Lumbridge. Both the church and Azdrazi having failed to capture the servant of the Dark.

[frvma 1014]

A Nephilim, some old form previously known as Hv'ymlagar in some hallowed lands of a Serpent sighed. It ruminated on the nature of its brethren and Tor'Praeth. "I remember when our purpose was the same as Azdromoth's. Ruin and whatnot." It said in an empty, cold room. "It was not that long ago that our Father was still corrupted by the chaos of Iblees. Granted I believe he still is. Tor'Praeth could at least still pretend to follow Azdromoth's will and make him happy. Forever bound to some useless cycle of winning the favor of Descendants. Just kill them all and be done with it. We'll never be accepted." The Nephilim lit an old manuscript from its past on fire. The ash blowing in the wind in that empty altar-room. 

 

"Capricious viper's nest."