[Unity] The First Step

[TheWyrdWolf 1532]

The First Step

 

 

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A bloodied missive found discarded upon the Royal Throne room of the Starlit City, Celianor. Inside that missive was found a torn and bloodied cloak of royal blue, a tarnished pin of a Silver Phoenix attached.

The missive reads:

“So to you sons of Malin, I admonish;

 

I have watched from Kingdoms of virtue, laid at the feet of the faithful, as the sickness of sin festers and crawls through your silver, starlit city.

Lo! I have watched you break bread with the marked sons of Iblees, 

I have watched you embrace men assailed by his perversions, taken in as brothers, and celebrated as kin,

And I will watch no longer,

You have stained your bloodline and purity by consorting with demons and so I judge you guilty and subject to divine prosecution. I hold in the dungeon below this Church of GOD a member of your family. Ithrandir Ibarellan. Should you wish to see him alive and prevent the armies of GOD from marching upon your walls, I demand the following.

You will publish a decree denouncing the Cursed Children in your midst and banish them from your walls, on threat of death should they not obey.

In two Saint Days if you have not done this, Ithrandir shall be cleansed and you will be at war with GOD. We will purge the city ourselves as the faithful rally under banners anew and bring low your bastion of unholy sin.

Decide your fate.”

Signed,
Loyal Servant of the Faithful, A Man of GOD.

[Venomous_Pup 2978]

An Ibarellan remained battered and maimed within some depths, uncertain of what awaited him..

[Metamancy 1766]

"What...?" Spoke an elven Templar, hands shaking. "What....?"

[Laeonathan 5889]

"Who is Ithrandir Ibarellan?" Wondered the Lord Raziel. "Who... Uriella, go find out for me." He spoke to his youngest in the depths of his construction halls.

 

"Though banishing Curselings is a good initiative," He had to agree.

 

 

[TheBigBubbles 963]

32 minutes ago, Laeonathan said:

"Who is Ithrandir Ibarellan?" Wondered the Lord Raziel. "Who... Uriella, go find out for me." He spoke to his youngest in the depths of his construction halls.

 

"Though banishing Curselings is a good initiative," He had to agree.

 

 

Somewhere, not actually hearing Raziel physically, but spiritually, Mircalla recoiled. Only to forget about such a terrible dream and roll over to the other side of the bed none the wiser.

[Frisket 4538]

“So many of them, And I cannot be certain who this one is.”
 

Ember mentioned with a tilt of her head

 

”Reminds me….”

[lemonke 6014]

"These evildoers can't get anymore creative. Not quite the enjoyer of Celianor but this is a clear attempt to bring those cursed in a lone path." A Templar read the unsigned missive and chuckled. She showed it to her tielfling pupil @Heart_Spam. "See, Thana? Never let these attempts bring you to a dark path, no matter how troublesome your life will become. If this person was truly a man of god, they would announce their Name, as humankind is shameless with their faith. This is a pretender."

[Baccaaa 490]

"While this is a valid demand as they have proven troublesome, didnt Raguel himself proclaim that cursed children were not to be presecute-" paused Uriella from the self monologue upon the words of her crafty father. "Uhh... sure?" She departed outside after.

[JoshBright 3014]

Jarad would read over the missive and blink "If they where a man of the faith, they would not hide their name. If they where a man of god they would announce their name, not hide it like a common bandit." he would sigh "Not to mention they decided to kidnap Ibarellan. There was certainly more diplomatic ways to go about this. Not to mention the fact that whoever this is has likely never attempted to assist us in the slaying of countless demons. They also attempting to throw those cursed at birth onto a lone path where they would die alone. he would stand up and shake his head "I can not tell if this man is a bandit, harbors a deep hatred, is insane, foolish, or just evil. he said before departing his office to hand deliver the missive to the Mordul'ar @PapaRay

[Hodgeling 403]

Rain fell steadily over Irulans head, uncovered and hair damp. Emerging from a decrepit place, her fingers squeezed tightly around the hilt of her sword, fastened to her hip. Anxiety and rage gripped her. Another site cleared with no trace of the one so dear to her.

 

She took up the reigns of her horse and set down the cold trail once more. Uncertain if her kin would ever compromise in their ways to aid one of their own, she figured there was little time left.

 

"Please, Ithrandir. What have they done with you?"