To Misery,

[Gamma 812]

Spoiler

This missive is available for all to see - scattered throughout the wind but more condensed towards the northwestern volcanic region and the northeastern pine forests.

 

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• Nohr, 
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• My patience runs thin - time and time again, have I given you chances to fix the mistakes you imposed upon yourself. You’ve said your past has been shed, yet it seems you still cling onto that infernal skin of yours. For one who revels in darkness and brimstone flames, yet denies it in front of your peers - you are but a seed of corruption. To cause others to bear the same affliction as you just because of your rash decisions, you spread misery in your wake. I cannot deny the deeds of culling hellspawn and undead you’ve done in the past, but to constantly repeat blunders and ignore the advice given to you for the sake of your well being… you spit in our name. As I have warned you, your impulses will be your undoing. 
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• You may think my territory is a bastion where you may come to be cleansed. But not anymore. One chance. You will be given one chance to explain yourself at the peak. Should you ignore my summons, you will be met with severance. Should the infernals you now flock with ascend my territory alongside you, you will be met with severance. Should said beasts enter my domain, you will be met with severance. Choose - the collar around your neck, or your final chance.

 

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— Credits —

Writing - Gamma

Formatting - Karim

 

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[FlemishSupremacy 6115]

A nephilim girded up his blade and made for Mulnaar, intent on keeping his promise. "May her fate not be one of slavery, or stone. May she see that there is only one good path, in this moment." He silently prayed as he rode south to seek his kin.

[Jentos 9422]

"Like iron. The sword that is Ysivryn will not bend. Do not fall in its path, good sister." So said the An-Gho, and he burned incense at the Mount in her name. 

[winterblessing 1800]

A battered, injured nephilim sat brooding within a cliffside monastery. The corners of her lips curled into the beginnings of a frown, radiating disappointment for her fallen sister. Mora's smoldering gaze lay upon Ysivryn, offering little more than a single bob of her head. This was not a decision to take lightly; she was prepared for the worst.

[sprtn 3340]

"I will save you."

That sentence echoed endlessly through the head of Vahlok, peering down at the crumbled remains of the Megatronach below. He soared down with R̸̛̜̟͚̥͒̀̕a̷̻̩͊e̸̩̒̓͂̆̚ĺ̵̢̜̦̗͉̰̀͒̀̓͝w̵̢͚̞̤̗̏ÿ̴̮̟́̅̒̅͠͝ń̶̛͕̹̥͛̒͘?̵͆͌ͅ within his claws. Gently placing it down, those words echoed through his head once more...

"I will save you."

With █████ ████████ in tow, they would both return to Mul'naar. They were both given the missive upon entering, taking the time to treat each other's wounds before Vahlok disappeared to the white tree, south of the mountaintop. He began to read the missive, frown given to the words written.

"I will save you."

Those words rang louder the more he read. He put down the missive after reading it, bringing his eyes into his palms for a moment. He knew this would be the best way to handle it... but was it okay? Corruption effects us all, and influences us in all the wrong ways.

"I will save you."

That promise rang louder. He finally released his eyes, looking before him. Perhaps his eyes were playing tricks on him, though he was witnessing memories from time ago, atop that same mountain with the white tree before his very eyes.
What went wrong?

"I will save you."

He made his way back to Mul'naar, preparing for Nohr's return, and her subsequent judgement.

[Geckonawa 561]

She waited at the torii gate for her friend and sister for several nights. Nohr would come back, as Ysivryn demanded in the missive. Either way, she knew, that the place full of demons and devils would have to be cleansed with their flames as well. It would matter little if Nohr's cleansing happened there or at the peak.

"Does Laelia still haunt you, dear sister? So much so that you follow the footsteps she left?" Norilir feared that it must be the case.

[greisn 365]

 

[ ! ] Stirring from beneath blistering sands, the bundled bones of Chet von Doom shamble to a rise.

A pile of tattered half-plate carves a trail behind the boneman, roped at an ankle throughout its tireless journey across the dunes. Scaled monuments layered in draconic iconography come to pass, and sparks of thought enter an otherwise empty skull.

"I'm lost."

 

[frvma 1014]

A Nephilim, wondering how this paper even found the stronghold of the Serpent; read it and mused. "She was a cursed child. It seems to be nature, not nurture after all."  The paper was swiftly burnt to ash. 

[PrimnyaQuorum 3998]

An elf plucks a paper from the wind with a gesture, as those strange eyes laze over the paper. Sharply, his gaze returns to the addressed of that paper.

 

Nohr.

 

It is not long before a hasty departure is made. For a friend's sake, it is not instantaneous - a lone horse and rider begin the long trek through roads and the desert

[𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑠 813]

That challenge is heard, rumbling in the beast’s chest for which it was issued.

There are no missives bared in response- no prose nor scholarly intent.
Only a plume of smoke, and a forest which burns way in her anger. 

A darkened form which rushes towards the mount of that declaration.

[Suzzie 866]

 

A certain herald mused in the heart of Redmont, a place found to be perfect to the recluse to gather her thoughts and to meditate upon current times.

Once a place where Azdromoth spoke to his children, now one where peace was found, at least for her. In the absence of her teacher, her confidant and her guide, Indilwen faced her thoughts alone, the missive laid out before her.

 

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"How many times must I pick up the pieces you leave in your wake?"

 

There was silence. 

 

"I told you that you were reckless. Why did you not listen?"

 

There was only the churning of molten stone and an unbearable heat. The Mali'fenn stared into the flames, and it seemed like the flames stared back into her soul.

 

"You are a rot that threatens the whole. Not even I can justify this cycle of yours anymore."

 

Something kept quiet was finally admitted. Now the flames demanded an answer;

W H A T  W I L L  Y O U  D O ?

 

"I will see you dealt with. Be it redemption or severance, this cycle cannot be sustained lest you consume us all in your agony."

 

-=-

 

The herald rose then with a new spark of determination held within her, heavy it was on her heart.