Unto Those Of God

[lemonke 6014]

 

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“Is there anything so undoing as a daughter?”

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Missives were sent throughout the land but mostly in the Vale for all to read and hopefully where those who attacked the Vale could read such.

 

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Where the blood of the innocent is spilled, victory is not achieved—only the dark inches closer to its goal of spreading destruction, hatred, and needless violence amongst us mortals. You proclaim your actions a triumph for humanity, yet your so-called victory serves no god. Your cries of "Deus Magnus" or whatever that means, and hollow ideals ring false. Congratulations, you have slain a necromancer and student of Thorim, a necessary deed for our pursuit of peace and banishing all that is evil, of course. However, you have assaulted another, an innocent—a soul with the same mission as yours, gathering information on Thorim's schemes to ultimately destroy him and his ilk—reveals your folly. You achieved nothing but cruelty when you had harmed that elfess and citizen of the vale who was merely trying to help. You further disgrace yourself by claiming victory over all elves when all you have done is brutalize a defenseless woman in group—an elven descendant who had already offered peaceful collaboration in her surrender. You hurt her not for justice, but for your own vile amusement.

Where is the honor in this? I have known steadfast, noble canonists—humans I would entrust with my life, even as an elf. Men and women worthy of the titles "knight" and "servant of God." In which they all still live within humankind and render their god proud. But you? You bear none of their valor. Instead, you cling to excuses to harm those weaker than you, taking pleasure in their pain. This is not holy righteousness. It is barbarity. It is heartless. Radiant Malchediael, in his divine wrath, has blessed me with a sacred duty: to protect the innocent, to cherish my family, and to destroy wickedness wherever it festers. In his name and the name of my family, I will uphold this vow.

Necromancers or not. Bandit or Paladin.
It does not matter, I don't care! Leave my family and the town of Nevaehlen in peace. I will protect them to my dying breath.

 

- The Horned

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[!] Furthermore, under the missives there are some words in Caecic that only seers may read and see. (OOC: Contact Fooldude on discord if you can read them!)

 

[Mestvin 947]

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Blackheart sat near the scar of Heith-Heidran, holding the missive in his hand

"Ah, how fitting. Another missive from the self-righteous. Another proclamation from a so called defender of the innocent. Yet you speak without understanding, wrapped in the warm, false glow of your ideals. How many times must I watch the mortals wade through their bloodied hands, proclaiming the righteousness of their cause, when all that they are is puppets to their own ignorance?

 

Victory, as you call it, is a fleeting thing, for it is not defined by the loss of life alone, but by the unyielding drive to preserve one’s own existence. And what is victory, truly? The slaughter of a necromancer, you say? A triumph, perhaps, if one is ignorant enough to believe that his death will end the truth I seek to unravel.

 

How far you’ve gone to convince yourself that the elf you speak of was indeed innocent. I have seen this kind before, disguised in their false humility when they have only ever been instruments of deceit and manipulation.

 

Radiant Malchediael? Do you believe he would understand the so-called "sacred duty" you preach? A god who smites for the sake of his own power and dominion? That is not divinity—it is tyranny. In your pursuit of justice, you have become a tool of something darker than you realize. It is a cycle that repeats, and I am part of it, whether you wish to see it or not.

 

So, carry on with your righteous crusades. Your empty words will fall silent in the face of the inevitable. And when the dust settles, when the blood dries upon the soil, you will find that victory is not a thing of man, nor of god. It is merely the next step in the great cycle of life, death, and destruction. And I shall be there as ever, to remind you of what you truly are."

 

The missive suddenly went into flames as it was thrown in the abyss

Edited December 30, 2024 by Mestvin

[lemonke 6014]

5 hours ago, Mestvin said:

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Blackheart sat near the scar of Heith-Heidran, holding the missive in his hand

"Ah, how fitting. Another missive from the self-righteous. Another proclamation from a so called defender of the innocent. Yet you speak without understanding, wrapped in the warm, false glow of your ideals. How many times must I watch the mortals wade through their bloodied hands, proclaiming the righteousness of their cause, when all that they are is puppets to their own ignorance?

 

Victory, as you call it, is a fleeting thing, for it is not defined by the loss of life alone, but by the unyielding drive to preserve one’s own existence. And what is victory, truly? The slaughter of a necromancer, you say? A triumph, perhaps, if one is ignorant enough to believe that his death will end the truth I seek to unravel.

 

How far you’ve gone to convince yourself that the elf you speak of was indeed innocent. I have seen this kind before, disguised in their false humility when they have only ever been instruments of deceit and manipulation.

 

Radiant Malchediael? Do you believe he would understand the so-called "sacred duty" you preach? A god who smites for the sake of his own power and dominion? That is not divinity—it is tyranny. In your pursuit of justice, you have become a tool of something darker than you realize. It is a cycle that repeats, and I am part of it, whether you wish to see it or not.

 

So, carry on with your righteous crusades. Your empty words will fall silent in the face of the inevitable. And when the dust settles, when the blood dries upon the soil, you will find that victory is not a thing of man, nor of god. It is merely the next step in the great cycle of life, death, and destruction. And I shall be there as ever, to remind you of what you truly are."

 

The missive suddenly went into flames as it was thrown in the abyss

 

A LAST response was sent back to the aforementioned necromancer. Plain and clean:

 

"You have chosen to reply to the wrong missive, you absolute baboon, as I was not regarding you this time. The elf you speak is like a daughter to me, and if she were to be guilty of partaking in anything dark, I would behead her with my own blade. I do not care what you think about my god; I AM indeed a tool, a tool of good and iron fist, I know of what I am. I don't give a damn about your ramblings; you might be descended from an old branch of the ancient gravelord liches of widukind, or you might be from another ancient creature. I do not care. I have seen many cycles of destruction; I have survived through them all so many times, whether in the light or shadows. No matter, I will kill you again and again, over and over to the point you will house yourself in the Heith-Heidran. You speak as if you know me. You do not, but you will.

 

Watch your back or come and meet me on the battlefield."