FEAR THE OLD DARK

[xo31 3979]

UNTO AEVOS & DESCENDANTKIND

"We are born by the Dark;
Made Men by the Dark;
Undone by the Dark;
We fear the Old Dark."
- The Adage of the Old Lords

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FOR SOME TIME NOW, Xion has remained in the shadows, following the events of the Koyo-Kuni Massacre. Today, this aims to make our stance- or, at least Umbrage's stance clear.

 

UNTO THE IBLEESIAN THREAT, AND THE ONE KNOWN AS "KRODHĀ".

 

You willingly accept and assist the chains of IMMORTALS, the very ones who enslaved Descendant-kind. Your will is forced upon Aevos and the Descendants as there is nobody to contest you, save for the Dragonkin. 

 

This will stand for no longer.

 

You do not write your own fate, you follow the fate of an Immortal whom you have forsaken your draconic soul to.

 

Thus, I, Umbrage, and the Xionists who follow me will charge ourselves with your extermination as well. Parasites of the Hells have no place on the plane of the Dark.

 

You should've feared the Old Dark.

 

UNTO THE AZDRAZI, AND THE OTHER VICTIMS OF THE IBLEESIANS.

 

It has been some time since the halls of Tor'Praeth and the Seat of Xion have seen eye-to-eye, however we sympathize in your fighting of the Old Dark. I send one message, or perhaps offer unto you, and everyone else who is fighting the Ibleesians:

 

Unto the fallen in the fight of the Old Dark. Whether in life you aligned yourself with Xion or not, you can still be given a second chance at fighting our Immortal oppressors. Hold us close, call out to us, and you will be risen once more.

 

UNTO DESCENDANTKIND.

 

I am Umbrage, and my aim is set upon the Warlocks of Iblees. If you seek the True Word of Xion, find us in the Duchy of Lumbridge or send letter unto I, Kosmikos. The fight of the Old Dark welcomes anyone; Preachers, warriors, scholars, teachers.

 

FEAR THE OLD DARK.

RADIANT IS THE BLACK SUN.

[King_Kunuk 3022]

"Sooner shall I cast myself onto a sword of my own making then work with those rotten of soul and flesh. From he savants of Xion to the Demons of Hell, you both shall perish all the same," a sorcerer says as he reads the message in disgust.

 

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[xo31 3979]

21 minutes ago, King_Kunuk said:

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[_AzureLexi 766]

A young elfess stands before one such missive, the emblem of a decrepit willow hanging from the hat which shadows her face. A smile forms upon her lips, sparks of white aura flicking from her fingertips as she holds the missive. Finally, she thinks to herself. Action for good, purging Ibleesian worshipers from this plane. She moves on, the dueling blades at her hips clinking, and a magic tome flaring with white aura awaiting its use. She signs with one hand in sign language as she walks away, a saying to herself, Fear the old dark.

 

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First actual RP response to a forum post, so it may be a bit clunky.

 

[PrimnyaQuorum 3999]

To a familiar Emperor, a creature passes over the paper between clawed fingers. It muses;

 

"Hear them; 'Look, we are good and just, we help you.'  Hear them bend upon themselves to strike us."

 

"Is it not magnificent?"

 

@Pallodium 

[Security_ 2287]

A lich takes a glance at the missive before uncontrollably laughing. An unending cackle rang through the night.

 

“Oh that’s funny… that’s funny.. wait, they’re serious?”

[Jentos 9422]

A letter was penned in response. Beautifully written in cursive, it was deposited by a screeching pigmy-drake to the house of Xion.

 

Come to my door lover of the black sun, and I will show you who the victim is.

 

- The An-Gho.

[sam33497 7356]

Laying, rotting at the bottom of a riverbed, there was a mask-bearing cadaver, a poor and battered illusion hiding the reality of weather, decay and exposed bone. The distorted visage of an elven nobleman lie closed for indeterminate time, until golden eyes revealed themselves hatefully.

 

A shambling figure washed ashore, arriving at a nearby farmstead. There was a flash of flame and heat, and a building burned. By illusion it appeared a golden claw held that odd missive.

 

Lanre Cerusil sneered hatefully, but not without dark amusement. "You Xionist... There is no kinship in your philosophy. There is no cooperation, only deceit and the will of the strong. Hehe, I never joined you for this reason, even while I shared your ideals. You forgot the movements of the world, Azdromoth is no longer the strongest mortal. One god will not save you from another, only deliver you as part of their higher schemes. You are nothing in this battle, not any more than the nephilim or the soul-forsaken devils." @xo31

[Mestvin 947]

Blackheart sat upon his throne of bone holding the missive. His laugh, deep and hollow, reverberated off the cold stone walls of his dark chamber.

"They clutch their hopes, though shadows loom,

A false god's "light" begins to fade,

With trembling hearts, they brave their doom,

In fading prayers, their faith is laid.

 

Though skies may fall and winds may roar,

They reach for what they can’t restore,

For in their souls, they dare to cling,

To empty hopes, a broken thing."

[Morigung-oog 5697]

 

A weary, Battle-Scarred Herald stood at the edge of a vast lake, enshrouded by ghastly mists. A thousand flickering lights danced within. Their gaze drifted to the spectral chains hung about their arms that signified her immortal burden, weighing not upon their limbs but their very soul. First Judge Fornotos, the Herald of Strife exhaled a long, almost hopeless sigh. Ethereal white tresses whipped behind her in a wind that could not feasibly reach the valley they stood within.

 

"Lo, another mess I shall soon be forced to clean up in the place of carrying out my formal duties."

 

The trio of voices spat in disdain, stepping forth and into the waters, amidst all those dancing lights. A question was posed to the two presences within her tainted being.

 

"Why is it that we even bother, Verandis, Aech?"

 

Their form disappeared within the fog.

 

 

[Apotolofo 2204]

Hera reads the paper. She rubs at her eyes. She reads it again. ". . . Huh?"

[Xergarok 811]

The Cathedral of Lumbridge trembled as the Barrowlord screamed.