[Prelude] Truth, and Power

[PrimnyaQuorum 3999]

 

 

 

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Thunderous Calvary echoes through the streets of Balian - a boy is taken from empty streets, only to be recovered in a desert far away…

 

In the Silver City, Citizens hear the clamor and marching beat of boots and armor, wandering through - a brief disturbance that quickly vanishes…

 

Outside Hyspia, blood and bits of frayed steel clutter the ground - dirt and wood charred, a narrow bonfire torching it following a clamorous battle…

 

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A missive finds its way onto the walls of Hyspia - there is a lone copy of it. There is no true insignia, or signature. Most curiously, when it is torn down, another replaces it by sunset and sunrise. The observant may swear to see bitter-pale eyes, masked around a darkened shadow when they attempt to tear down the paper.

 

 

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Does it hurt?

 

You have settled into a state of being below death, below life itself - peace. Co-existing, sharing space and life with one another. When conflict arises, you seek its resolution in a manner befitting debating - mewling maws that chatter and plead the lesser evil, the best option for both. Sickening.

 

This is not True, this is not Right - this is no manner of existence as all was meant to be. The right to be, to exist as you claim is not something permitted by words upon parchment, by handshakes and deals with fools under crowns and circlets. It is shed-blood that stains soil, buried and piled corpses of those who differed from you -  who did not prove their way of being was above yours, and thus did not do so to you instead. 

 

So you are saved from this poison, mockery of life lived in self-inflicted torment and weakness. You will not find deals and offers for surrendering, for peace and coexistence. 

 

We will Take, or be Taken from, until only one remains within the sands.

 

It is this because this is so, and thus nothing else may be it.

 

You will decry against me, in defense of your false-life. You will attempt to scatter papers, seeking my face and my name. So I grant you this, because I have Taken from you and in doing so, I will be permitted to Take more:

 

I am the jeering and shouts of the crowd, watching the execution of defeated foes.

 

I am the silence over a victorious, saturated with the stench of the decaying and to-be-decayed.

 

I am the last battle-standard, corpses piled high around in defense of meaningless heraldry. 

 

I am what you beg and plead and sing for, because you have always known this to be true, the right way to be, for you sing it and bleed for it when it suits you; when your victory is assured and your conquest absolute. 

 

You have known me - I have followed you since the first Man raised a blade against another, summoned back to each conflict you so crave like an addict seeks the bottle.

 

I look forward to carving this weakness from the sands, and Taking what lies beyond. I will enjoy your

SALVATION

 

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OOC:

Spoiler

First and foremost, this is all IRP! Please don’t take this as a OOC attack against Hyspia ):

This is a prelude to a long-standing idea of mine that will (hopefully) begin in Hyspia soon! Been very excited to start using what I've been working on behind the scenes.

Thank you once again to the Hyspians for fun CRP!

 

[tadabug2000 4918]

"Those who have sought sanctuary, all have lived," came the woman's gentled murmur as she worked amidst the bustle of the clinic after the lengthy battle had with the Darkfilth. "A Grace had by DIOS. Should these Darkfilth come back, we will meet them with aurum and projectiles," Xiomara brewed blood lotus tea, of which is delivered to those injured - right before screams sounded, as a man's festering hand is cut from his wrist, an action done of his own volition. This, surely, was a start to things.

 

Spoiler

I love you tons as always @PrimnyaQuorum! Thanks for the RP! <3 Grr Darkspawn

 

[IrradiatedGoose 305]

Kieran Callaghan read over the missive in the midst of the clinic as his leg was tended to, one of the more minor injuries sustained in the encounter just outside the city gates. "Why does it sound like t'e thin'  is goin' to be back fer more?"  Kieran then crumbled the paper up and stashed it within one of his pockets.

[Rushodan 191]

A devil reads through the missive, before showing it to her companion and tapping the headline with a pair of blackened claws. "This is where I was last night!"  She chuckles, placing the paper back down and returning to her tea.

Instead of praise. . .she found herself being told off for putting herself in danger once more. "Yes. . . I'll be more careful next time." The scolding never seemed to end.

[Bethinwonderland 2213]

Valencia reads the missive with a chill going up her spine. She had been leaving Balian with a client who needed their keep decorated just a shoreline away... A few seconds later, they would have been attacked... or worse. She pushed those thoughts away,  thanking her lucky stars and Dios that she had not been caught up in this mess.

She was glad to be informed later on that everyone was for the most part okay after the fact.