The Blinding of Numendil

[Kardika 1057]

 

The Blinding of Numendil

 

[!] the missive would be scattered throughout the lands of Aevos [!]

 

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T’was a quiet night fore’ we rode into the city of Numenost… The ground shook and the peasant masses trembled upon our approach into the white city.

We had arrived to seek retribution and inflict grave menace upon the populace, two brave Salvians, the sheriff, JED, and attorney general John Oren.

So did our eyes gleam upon the heir-apparent, the princess Azruphel, enjoying a peaceable conversation with two of her compatriots. Such would not last, for as we approached, their heads swiveled and their eyes widened with terror. Swiftly did we demand the bounty of their belongings and swiftly did they refuse our orders.

The battle was swift and decisive, they raised their weapons and shields, but we pranced around their defenses and riddled them with arrows. The princess’s friend, Auris, fell first. The foolish knight, stationed to protect the princess, attempted to drag Auris to safety, but to no avail…

The knight was riddled with arrows, pierced and broken, he slumped to the ground. Their morale surely broken as Auris did proclaim…

“We are outmatched!! We must surrender!!”

The two were quickly looted and deposited upon the avenue, left alive in our boundless mercy. Princess Azurphel was’t taken into the desert, where we found a respite in an oasis. And so we took her last eye, blinding the heir for a time perhaps, until the witchcraft of Numendil hastened its regrowth.

Upon our return to Salvo, Jed was beset by the rally of Numendil led by none other than the Tar himself. Halted by the riverside, he spotted a rogue canoe which he commandeered, banishing the fisherman to the water. Jed rowed with great haste down the river, half carried by the currents as the host thundered after him.

The host of Numendil soon lost sight of him, save for the Tar who continued the pursuit alone. The foolish Tar’s heart was surely steeled with determination to avenge the blow struck to his line. It would not be…

Jed found himself ashore, the Tar on his trail, as he trekked into the dunes… Upon the end of a dilapidated bridge he turned with sword in hand to face the wrath of the tar. The Tar, who had been previously unhorsed, took up the challenge. None can doubt the bravery of the Tar that day, and likewise none shall doubt the folly of his efforts…

The Tar stood tall on the bridge,

Was struck and sent right off the ridge.

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men,

Couldn’t save the Tar from JED again!

And so the Tar was’t felled, left wounded and beaten in the dirt and the mud where he and his wretched people surely belong. Like Father, Like Daughter, both their spirits were vanquished that day by the free men of Salvo.

 

No Man, King nor Commoner, Is Beyond Our Reach

 

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Signed,

Sheriff Jedediah Graves

Signed,
Attorney General Johnathan Orenius

 

 

[Yeetboy0206 1574]

The Ghost of Vortice frowns. No more waiting. It was time for action.

[Salium 178]

Jed sprawled amidst the crimson-soaked earth, as the fallen Tar’s blood stained the dirt below. With slow, deliberate motions, he'd wave his arms to and fro' to form the shape of an angel into the coagulated ichor, a twisted mockery of purity. Anorhil's battered helm laid resting upon Jed's head.

 

"Victory is mine and safety a lie!" bellowed he, his voice ringing over the battlefield like deafening knells.
 

 

[NomadicGuard 33]

Fronk merely ate the missive as he could not read and was hungry

[Weebmaster36 390]

An elf sat within her home, grumbling about a break in and a once compadre gone rogue. The woman steeled her heart, and windows, if he decided to stop by again.

[sapphic_spidy 1089]

A man reads the missive.

Over and over and over and over and over and

 

Is this what people do? Is this what they do? 

 

He gets stuck on some of the words, slowly mouthing them, until they make sense in his head. He whispers the words, hoping it helps him really get what's being written.

 

Eyes gone, arrows loosed, this over and over and over and ov

 

The man uses the missive as kindling. He's had too many questions lately. About himself. About everything. 

[LazyBacon220 600]

Ser Nathannenel Eruedraith read over the missive, grimacing at the tale. His hands crumpled up the missive, the paper crushing easily in his mechanical digits. Leaning across his desk, the Lord Commander of Numenost penned a new missive to this 'Jed.' Only two words were written in the actual letter for the rest was his incredibly lengthy name.

"Try me."

It was stamped with his personal seal, a broken crown with a sword running through the center. Climbing up the Tower of Iron, the letter was attached to a bird and sent to meet with the supposed "sheriff." @Kardika

 

Spoiler

 

[Rayalia 537]

That princess Azruphêl looked upon the missive with the singular eye she now bears, that had been hidden under her eye patch, upon being handed the parchment by a close friend. "What the hell-" comes the offended exclamation, though it comes not at the tale, but rather the inaccuracies. And then, specifically... "I told them I was his niece, the dolts. Like, twice. What the ****." She crumpled the missive into a tight ball to stow away. 

It would be later that the ball would then be chucked at the Lord Commander's head as he passed. "Get them unseated from their horses and watch out for their arrows. Also, they stole my shield. I want it back. Do you realize how annoying it is to make something so ornate and yet practical at the same time?" @LazyBacon220

[____Spectral____ 168]

[!] A ghostly Mali'ker would smile from underneath his bandana, letting out a series of spectral laughs as he reads the missive, before he'd go back to stalking people, and or wandering