Invocation

[PrimnyaQuorum 4000]

 

 

“Fill up your mouths. We fill them with dust.

Let us remember the great feats of our King.

In dust they are spoken, in dust of our skin.”

- Records; Dust

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Aɴ ᴇᴄʟɪᴘꜱᴇᴅ ꜱᴜɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ the Northern Coastline. A forest stands in utter silence - nature utterly arised, the ground barren of life and death entirely as it stands under a new cycle.

 

It watches, as a horde of Infernalkin and their ilk ride forth - fell magicks at hand and talon. It watches as Men and Elf sift through an empty village, all too unaware of what terrible force they have invoked. Corpses shamble forth, and the Hellhounds of Moz Strimoza rush forth alongside Imps, and Hellfire Chains. It does not take long; those who cannot retreat are felled, and all that is left of them is ash and embers. Cries and Screams - the Wounded, the Damned, the Dying - echo with the crackle of burning homes and huts, and wrap around the billowing smoke within gentle snowfall.

 

IT IS NOT ENOUGH

 

Uɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʙꜱᴄᴜʀᴇᴅ ꜱᴜɴ, a terrible force gathers. They ride forth, vengeance on the tip of forked tongues and cruel minds of Man, Elf and Demon alike. They crash and shatter their foe, utterly devoid of the will to fight - for they cannot sustain themselves under the banners of others, and so their own banner falls flat under the Night Sky. Maddened Laughter dances with Unrestrained Violence throughout the Long Night - an Elf is left for dead behind, Fate left for its own kind to Take.

 

A note is left behind, at a bloodied podium - then another, and then another. They read;

 

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Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ.

 

I hear you, Son of Man - I hear you in the way you decry those in the West to be the root of all that is Wrong in the world you are not, and so you make it your World, too. You take the autonomy of those who cannot keep it for themselves and assert it above your greed, and it is with these Venerations I hear you.

 

I hear you, Son of Elf - I hear how you are subjugated and maimed, I see how you flee to leave Son of Men to die for your own cause. I see the dim, flickering strength in you that begs; “Let me take, so my Eternity may be enriched beyond measure”, and so I honor these cries of prayer.

 

These woods are mine. Gather your armies, bring me your worship, and take them if you believe you can assert this will over my own to keep it. Under every banner, every beating of the war-drum, every cry of the wounded and tear of the widowed;

 

ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴠᴏᴋᴇ ᴡᴀʀ; ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴠᴏᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ. 

 

I am your Inequal and Equal. I will bring an Army to Match yours, and I will bring ruin through ten thousand little cuts upon a tiny blade. You will rot within your own flesh before you understand you left a wound to grow infected.

 

Let the Strong-Blades venture to my Temple - let them be redeemed at this Altar of Truth, unshackled of the feebleness of Life and Mortality. Let Men and Elf alike shatter their Blades upon their own lies and let the winner decide the Truth; for if this were not true, it would not be so.

 

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OOC:

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Enough People have spoken at length about the negatives of the day, so I’ll speak to the upsides; Thank You to the raiders who came and CRP’d in good faith, and a massive Thank You to @Xarkly for helping oversee this and ensuring it went smoothly. Thank you very much to the unexpected but very welcome rally that gathered, and to @Trinn for overseeing the Raids. I can definitely say I got carried away in the day but most important is that next time we all remember we are writing a collective story, not deciding winners and losers. There are absolutely too many of you to ping and name, but you know who you are. Thank you @Pallodium for formatting hes the goat.

 

[Venomous_Pup 2978]

A Chaotic Witch drinks deep this chaos, with work to do.

[lemonke 6014]

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Smilebone cackled amidst the battlefield, reveling in the carnage she had wrought alongside her allies. In her wake, flames consumed the forests, and once-proud knights and warriors scattered, whether of Celia'nor or Petra, fleeing in terror or wounded to death. Most importantly, she led the charge alongside her brethren of the Kuruibi Horde and the Black Church, both in the village and then the onslaught within the Celienorian walls; her battered blade clutched tightly in her grasp, its edge slick with fresh blood as a malevolent gleam shone in her eyes.

"Look upon our deeds, my horde! Today, we have made history—we have bent a nation beneath our fists and dark wills! KHOLIDAV BE BLESSED FOR OUR ACTIONS!"

Her squeaky clown shoes left a trail of blood and ruin as she strode forward. At last, she had found powerful allies and a purpose embraced in devotion and faith. Furthermore, her grin widened as she recalled past grievances mustered by the gooders, and her voice rose with mocking tone.

"This is for interrupting my ritual the other Kami week, and how swiftly they ran, leaving their allies behind! Nevertheless, especially..." She paused, inhaling deeply before continuing.

"This is for Saoírse, a worthy princess of demons, for the times where the impure elves have tormented her… and moreover for every vampiric creature slain by Celianor!" With that, she loomed over her defeated foes, standing tall beside her comrades. Raising her arms wide, she declared with dreadful pride:

"Let this be a warning—this is the fate of all who dare to harm the allies of IGARASHI JOROGUMO! KAKAKAKA. . . LOOK UPON ME SHIRUNAI, I DID IT!"

 

 

 

 

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I HAD QUITE THE BLAST. TY ALL FOR THE FIRST CRP!!! shout out to @MrGarden and @ValleyOfLavender or being good sport as our opponents.

 

[MysticalWeasel 910]

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"Admonish your lofty goals, for your decay has already been shown"

Words spoken by a masked warlock. For only his demonic horns shown and his crimson hellfire. In the wake of the massacre in the woods. He'd take his time to scavenge the 'battle' field. Plucking the dying and forgotten for more sinister purposes. Escorted by a towering Zar'ei and a pack of hell hounds. His approach marked a fate worse then death, as he drug those of proper qualities further into the woods. Retiring to his studies, he'd speak to a crow with misbegotten features and its head lined with eyes. All twitch and convulse never able to truly focus on one spot.

 

"To see how fragile their morale was, to see how heroism is a fool's game. Ensure the lord hears of this triumph and of the dying that are offered to him. May their mortal vessels serve as new life, to decay the foundations that weaken us all.

The crow never responded, merely vomiting forth a series of insects and tar like matter. Seemingly the Warlock understood, and with a flick of his wrist the crow slipped into the openings of a tome. Leaving behind the warlock to contemplate. His ego emboldened, his resolve fueled. 


 

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OOC Note: I had such an amazing time during the CRP, was not around for the PvP portion. Just want to say, the CRP was extremely smooth and thank you Moderation for ensuring it went well. It was extremely enjoyable, and hope those that partook in it overall enjoyed it as well. Can't wait to encounter you all in the future again. 

 

[Moumins 378]

1 hour ago, lemonke said:

"This is for Saoírse, a worthy princess of demons, for the times where the impure elves have tormented her… and moreover for every vampiric creature slain by Celianor!"

The wind howls, even when the cries of battle are no longer. 
The road is marked, footsteps of soldiers, trodden in blood, running. 
The city is no longer as proud as it was, when it culled Saoírse's kith. 

Still burning, in the Princess' mind: wooden crosses, lined with rows of vampiric bodies; Family, loved ones, comrades. Heads cried on splintered sticks.  These were outside the very walls which are now quiet, unmanned, and wrought with justice. 

The Jackalope trespasses a thin lined around the city, imps, and ill-things by her side. 
"Look, Ren. Retribution is come"

Then, like before, nothing remains, aside from the howling wind, and sullied city. 

[ivery 590]

Above, the world burns, alight with thundering hooves of cavalry and the screams of the unprepared raiders echoing alongside monstrous laughter. There is no telling when the fighting will end. Even as the tide seems to turn, no one would dare call it victory just yet. Not with the inferno of fire and smog, the ruins of their home. No, they must battle on, until not a single soul dares return.

 

Below, so far below that there is only the distant echo of chaos, is the sanctuary they covet. One stoic guard stands vigil, a final defense for the treasures of the horde. Watching, waiting.

 

Behind the final gate, a mother rocks her youngest child to sleep. Her lullaby is a prayer; with bloodstained hands, they will protect their future.

[Kabo0m 118]

Buttons joined the Celia'nor raiders in pillaging the small town. The sound of hooves were heard in the distance, so the small army began to flee from the oncoming horde of Darkspawn.

Buttons Montague did not flee, he remained steadfast against the malicious forces alongside an Ibarellan. 

"For Raug! For Quenta!" Buttons announced to deaf ears as he fought the Spook Entourage. The musin gave enough time for his allies to flee, but was quickly dispatched by a blasting potion, battle axe, and fire.

The headless Buttons fell to the ground, having saved his brothers in arms. A truly valiant effort.

[Rushodan 191]

A devil wiped the blood from her lips as she looked down at the body of her defeated foe. The voice in her head justifying this act of brutality:

"They came here. They came here to kill children. They were going to burn and slaughter the people of this village."  The voices whispered, with the woman unable to disagree with her internal monologue.

Still, she couldn't help but feel like there would be repercussions for such actions - no matter how 'in the right' the cursed being felt.

[Frostdrop1 1843]

Far from the battle, a rust devil - Reinhard - awaited for news of wellbeing. The attack had surely proven detrimental. It had surely proven dangerous to the children, despite his and many other's efforts to make it safer.

 

Safer from the unpredictable demons.

 

Safer from the judgement.

 

Safer from the blackened hearts of descendents.

 

The children. The ones that deserved better. The ones who were sure to be caught in the middle. The ones they were sure to slaughter. Those were the lives worth protecting.