A Misinformed Challenge

[femurlord 3751]

 

 

 

A black wax seal stands as the gloom and doom of a dishonored theology, a black sun dots a parchment that spreads across the realm of Braevos without prejudice by a mysterious source, as if propagated by a phantasmal host.

 

To the dog, Arthur Burke @xo31,

 

You’ve been bestowed an honor and title you are unworthy of by the equally incompetent Lumbridge. You’ve existed as Herald for decades, as deathbringer and gloom, cultivating an ambition and skillset of mediocrity. There is no greater dishonor than that which you’ve placed on the seat known as the Herald of Umbrage, we will change this in an exchange of blades and magic. I give you two days. Find me in the ruins of Veletz or forfeit. 

 

Kajut sna'Grael-Durngo, Kvothe.

[Hawkeye_Gough 624]

A Pale Lord reads over the missive, tilting its head as it holds up the parchment in several hands.
"But... He's not the Herald..."

[xo31 3979]

Arthur scoffed from within his cabin in the woods,

 

"You can tell how fit this guy is to lead considering he doesn't even know I'm not Herald anymore." he quipped to his Atronach toaster, which he allowed to think.

 

A note was sent back,

 

"Dear Kvothe. I am not Herald anymore. I have resigned to pastures new. Perhaps you should take a look in a mirror, and think to yourself, 'Should I really be Herald, if I don't even know who the current Herald is?' It may bring enlightenment to all of your souls."

 

"I wish you luck in your challenge, when you actually figure out whom the Herald is. Please, I beg you though, study what Umbrage is, and take realization, unlike these newbies, that Umbrage doesn't just mean 'Be crazy and murder people for no reason.'"

 

Radiant is the Black Sun.

Arthur.

[femurlord 3751]

1 minute ago, xo31 said:

Arthur scoffed from within his cabin in the woods,

 

"You can tell how fit this guy is to lead considering he doesn't even know I'm not Herald anymore." he quipped to his Atronach toaster, which he allowed to think.

 

A note was sent back,

 

"Dear Kvothe. I am not Herald anymore. I have resigned to pastures new. Perhaps you should take a look in a mirror, and think to yourself, 'Should I really be Herald, if I don't even know who the current Herald is?' It may bring enlightenment to all of your souls."

 

"I wish you luck in your challenge, when you actually figure out whom the Herald is. Please, I beg you though, study what Umbrage is, and take realization, unlike these newbies, that Umbrage doesn't just mean 'Be crazy and murder people for no reason.'"

 

Radiant is the Black Sun.

Arthur.

 

With so many posted parchments, how could Arthur pen a reliable response to reach the dead?  Pissing in the wind, Arthur finds his response to meet nothing.

[iris1612 1780]

A singular reply would find its way to the wight, a brief scrawl on tattered parchment.

 

Kvothe,

The Herald's is our most sacred duty; a guide, a preacher, a mentor. It is not a scepter used to bludgeon your enemies, a title to add to your collection and preen over, nor a means to further your own agendas of power and control.

Your students are misbegotten, anathema. You know little and care less of our Way. So will you have your duel, but not with blade or spell: ours will be a duel of the Word, of scripture, of tradition. The Emissary of the King Beneath is called to arbitrate.

I await you eagerly, pretender. You have much to answer for.

 

Nataya,
Herald of Umbrage

[PrimnyaQuorum 3999]

A Demon Watches as the title on the paper mystically changes before its very eyes! It invokes its God, The Worm to study this force, so it may best consume it at a later date

[lemonke 6014]

"XIONISTS ARE INFIGHTING AGAIN!" Shouted a clown in her lair, she invited her people to come along and watch the fight unfold.

[Security_ 2287]

Upon ruins reset deep within cavern walls, an Archlich, long withdrawn from the ways of Xion and of Ixris, pondered on the politik of bone. "The Herald of Umbridge will bring Umbridge - a Black Sun, ascended souls, a world anew in an equalization of all souls to immortal. A pretender will falter, fail, and sit to twiddle their thumbs as those of Ember did."

 

Countless rats swarmed from the lich, their undead countenance the same as their own master's. Retrieving various trinkets, bones, and fragments of men long since passed, it was assembled before him. "Ideology takes the immortal soul, just as much as it takes the mortals. Religion, zealotry, idiocy - Kaos, Rot, Plague, this world is overdue. Act and bring a swift end to this forsaken realm..."

 

"Radiant is the Black Sun."

[Morigung-oog 5697]

Strife smiled the sun’s smile.