[FATE] A Wrathful Challenge

[𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑠 814]

 

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Inon Zur - The Chantry's Hubris | Dragon Age: Origins (OST)

 

@Pallodium@_Leyd

 

 

It was in the clenched claws of one dragon-kin that an emotion came to fester. Anger, hatred. Something righteous that burned within the soul of the once-cursed. She had known the pain, and torment, such corruption came to wrought. 

 

It was unacceptable.

Thus, did a singular challenge present itself. No grand displays of missives, no notes lining the tavern doors. Only one, displayed prominently outside the ruins of Hallowcliffe. Announced with a low, horrid roar that echoed lowly in the cloying fog.

 

A swathe of land near the posting bore the cinders of such fire. Grass, reduced to ash. Trees charred, every impurity reduced to nothing but soot.

You revel over the temporary, have you so quickly forgotten?

 

I was once shackled. No longer. Never again.

 

Wretched blood spilled across the floors of your halls. Your instruments of chaos, shattered. Your daemons, having already abandoned their vaunted climb. As you torment the soul of our kin:

 

So will I torment you. Until all is ash and cinders. No words, no poems. Violence, and flame. Dashed against the rocks of your own home. Your blood will rain, until all are free.

So she hopes that they will come, flocked in their foolish misery. So that she might once more taste blood on her tongue and feel it run over her claws.

So she roars and bays in her anger, that her purpose is heard. That she shatters the rungs upon which they climb and belay unto them the truth;

 

IT IS THE DESTINY OF THE FORSAKEN TO BE FREE.

 

[Karina 1881]

Somewhere, the plate-clad figure of a knight strode forward. The walls were familiar, as were the ruins. Both from the war before, and more recent excursions into the depths. He knew well the horrors that existed inside, and knew firsthand the one they had thought to turn. 

Sorrel looked forward to the blood to be shed. They were a stain, a blight; and now he had the excuse to turn first to violence. Darkspawn weren't capable of reason, nor compromise. This was the best option. The 'thill prepared oncemore to descend into the belly of the beast. 

[Pallodium 3775]

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The courts of the infernal brimmed with a macabre prosperity. A once-empty throne, mantled by a foul diaspora of ivory and brimstone floated through the endless hells, the-gap-between-worlds. A parchment consolidated within the beseated emperor- flanked by not one, but two drakaarkin, corrupt and bound to its very writ and mandate. Ash reeled unto the mortal realm, as from it a bickering bastard-creature was wrought forth, the foul thing streaming through the lands; a letter was carried within it; wrought to the nephilim who had uttered such a challenge.

 

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•• ━━━ ••𒋝•• ━━━ ••

Cogito. Ergo. Sum.

I think, therefore I am.

•• ━━━ ••𒋝•• ━━━ ••

 

The night reels. The day churns. Your flock bend to my creed and will more and more, day by day. It is the destiny of the draconic to be liberated; know that your kith are born to heed my will, and within that heed the will of ruin. Fight me. Fear me. Come forth- my legions grow day by day, pitiful slave-child. Join my ranks oncemore, dear friend- Eshonai would be content; perhaps Laelia would be as well. 

 

Nohr.

Iconoclast of the soul.

Embrace the thrill.

 

KRODHĀ

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[bloomtiara 379]

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It was the soot that attracted the Druid - the scar upon the land that was brought into distraught by the dragonkin’s righteous hatred. The woman picked up the missive to read, before abandoning it and beginning to tread homewards to green and pleasant lands—decidedly not rectifying the damage until the demonic were dealt with. She thought of the missive after travelling home, and spoke of the challenge to the Templar over a fireplace hearth. 

 

She then privately penned a letter to the Dragonkin,

 

 

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“Dear Nohr,

 

I’ve not heard from you in some time, but I saw the remains of your missive and battle. The challenge sounds like a lot for you to take on alone.

 

When shall I accompany you to take up this fight? 

 

At your call,

A Tea Maker.”

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@ibleesian

 

[Wizry 1218]

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It was the challenge that attracted the Templar - the buoyed tendencies that came with his blessing. When the Druid spoke of the missive to him over a fireplace hearth, he let out a low chuckle at first - before rising to a cacophonous laughter that echoed across the whole of the homestead. Finally, he then gazed towards his desk, and shifted towards it.

 

He then privately penned a letter to the Dragonkin,

“Nohr,

 

You call me ‘fool’, yet engage in the greatest foolishness of them all. A singular challenge against all of the demonkin, Something only a few - including I - have dared to do and survived to tell the tale.

 

Did you forget the lessons from Apotheosis? That a single soul cannot change the world - but a unified front can even kill the very Gods themselves.

 

My mother and I would despair at your corruption or even your death at the hands of the traitors who turned - and continue to turn - their backs upon the world. My mother and I shall not leave you to fight alone against Ruin’s minions that would corrupt the land and its peoples, as in the First War.

 

At your beck and call,

The Fool.”
 

@ibleesian

[FoogThe2stnd 323]

No letter could be written, no clever remark. A soul of corrupted flame travels around the spire with no purpose, no mortal body to reside in as of now. It was torment.

 

This wrathful soul waited for rebirth, to be reformed and set upon the world yet again.

Edited December 26, 2024 by FoogThe2stnd
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[RandomRhunes 177]

13 hours ago, Pallodium said:

Cogito. Ergo. Sum

I have no MA and I must cast

[Jentos 9422]

There should never have been any doubt in thy soul good sister, 

 

But I say it now and may it be carved in fire;

 

Tor-Praeth flies with you. 

 

[lemonke 6014]

"THAT'S MY AZDRAZI!" A Necromancer cheered for her favorite dragon and eager to fight Nohr again.

[MysticalWeasel 910]

Aloft in tower with but a single light that burned with sense of hatred and malice sat a warlock. His infernal court stood around, as Zevn and Zekul bickered and snarled. Zar'ei stood around the seated warlock, all wishing to gain favor for bringing this information forward. Yet not a single word spoke from him, before a loud chorus of caws and croaks. A sickly and venomous laugh, sprang from him.

"This one denotes freedom yet refuses to free herself from powers that bind them? Had she forgotten the boon of freedom I bestowed to her in that sacred chapel so many moons ago?"

The Zar'ei stood anxiously, as the warlock rambled and croaked out laughter. Unsure if to join in or to await his response. The light offering them some ease, as their forms were bound to this realm. Yet, with the flick of his wrist, a quill and dried skin parchment were ushered to him. As he then wrote in this crimson ichor.

 

'Oh how your once blackened scale shined so brightly, how you saw the world as it truly is. To embrace the true nature of creation and to forgo constraints made by things that have no say with us. Return to us, return to your true state. Christened in scales as black as obsidian and that shimmered like the jewels of the elven cities. You know this to be the truth'

With this, the warlock handed the letter off to one of Zar'ei. Looking at the page then to him. Before giving a subtle nod, as they went to use an aviary. The warlock continued to gaze off into the night, the infernal flames tempering all the fel creatures present. A single crow flocked from the tower, delivering the letter to the challenger.