[FATE] A DRAKE REBORN

[Pallodium 3775]

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Within the miasma-entrenched corners of the storm-riddled lands of Aevos, a horrendous noise sheared the air itself, a bloodcurdling howl of wrought  pain and sinister fury in twain. A draconic thing’s soul twisted unto a warped frenzy, gloaming pyres burning into a tainted onyx. Its scales became mottled with the hues of an infernal eclipse- returned to something anew. Absolution.

 

The world ran amok with cindering parchment, strewn by a foul menagerie of twisted felines and macabre crows. Blood-stained papers rained from the skies, strewn throughout Aevos- yet they concentrated before the halls of Nephilim, within mountainous reserves and bittered fortresses alike.

 

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Glee is an antiquated thing.

 

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The Eye Sees

The Hand Acts

Might is Right

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You won. Your father won. Your archenemy eternal- rival to all whom bear scale and flame- slaughtered. You wander. You ponder. You fight- yet not against your true foes, yet yourselves. You lie to each other, you squabble over meaningless things. You grow jealous, you grow fearful, you grow greedy- and in that greed you find bloodlust.

 

What glee is left over- is truly, truly saddening to observe.

 

My flames have liberated one of your siblings. My chains have unbound one of your kin. My words have emboldened one of your kith. ‘RUIN’, you once bellowed. And ‘RUIN’ shall you howl oncemore, Your kind connive behind all backs- dragonkin pacting with the soulwoven, others harboring the frost wytches in both name and guarantee, and some of your kin coming forth for foul pacts. Fractured, you all fear conflict between one another; fractured, you all fear the day where kin shall turn blade and stone on kin.

 

You seek freedom. I offer it. Not willingly, though by force. Ruin breaks chains, ruin is liberation. Yet what is ruin but FATE? Your kin begin to fall, dragonkin. The destiny of all dragonkin is to be reformed- to become anew; the drakaar of ages past and the pentacle of hells anew suffice as proof. As Iblees once unshackled Azdromoth, I have wrought your beloved sibling unto a drake reborn.

 

My writ is destiny, my words mandate, and thus the hells unite in this war of FATE. The weak die, the strong remain, and none need suffer ever again; I question what glee will be found, as your kin are redeemed within the encroaching war. One joins our ranks. Many are to come.

 

Your kindred have strayed too far from his foul light- An-Gho, third-eye of your kin- I implore you. Come greet FATE with open arms oncemore.

 

KRODHĀ

 

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[_Leyd 1010]

“Let there be renaissance, let there be ruin.”

The Eye of Iblees oversaw the infernal in their preparation for war. 

[FoogThe2stnd 323]

And so, the dragon of hope had lost everything, his glorious scales and strength reduced to a ruined state. He cries with no tears, at the mouth of redmont he wails in agony. He had shamed all he had lived beside, those whom he had seen as friend and family. A ruined Azdrazi sits beside a mangled corpse of a vile Zar'Akal, his corruption the demons doing no doubt. Yet at what cost? His only arm remaining would reach to the sky, begging for his Father to save him, his dearest brother. . .

Yet nothing would happen.

[Keening 1264]

[Malta 2811]

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great song choice

 

[kindEmperor 1466]

"My sin is my glory. My glory is my Pride."

A damned son of the Titan-God preached on his lonesome, the only ears listening was the wind that carried the words and lost them. 

[King_Kunuk 3022]

"They desire to see RUIN?" a sorcerer would spit, disgusted by these dogs of Hell. He leans over his labors, absorbing himself in his work. The smell of alchemical mixtures filling his nose.

 

"Then we shall show it to them!"

[frvma 1014]

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@Pallodium

[!] A letter was sent out from the top of a high tower in the Highlands. Hoping to find it's target. On the heading was the image of a serpent eating its tail, with an eye emblazoned in the empty circle the ouroboros made. 

 

"If it is Ruin you seek, then come, find me in the Highlands. Where the peaks of a castle touch the clouds." 

 

-Hv'ymlagar.

[Apotolofo 2204]

A bloody, white scale rests within Hera's grasp. A grim expression clouds her face- as slowly the stars aligned.