TO THE KHARAJYR OF THE VALE

[Jentos 9422]

 

 

So these words of promise, 

 

Are commended unto thee, 

 

High-Priestess Flaaowni, 

 

And the Kharajyr of the Vale, 

 

Orphans of the Moon. 

 

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We are the Nephilim, the Azdrazi, the Children of Azdromoth. We are the Heralds who bear the Titan’s blessing. We are the Seekers of Fire. We lend you our aid. Take this rose, and it shall be the symbol of our service unto thee. Our payment is not in gold, only in deeds

 

•• ━━━ ••♢•• ━━━ ••

 

 

— THE AN-GHO

 

             

— Credits —

Writing - Jentos

Formatting - Karim

 

[Junoix 2301]

The Viridian Voice could do naut but smile as she read the Prince's words, elated that those so often trampled upon would be protected. 

[DizzyGrey 1229]

Yhl'Flaaowni, High Priestess of Metztli and her Great Beasts, hums in satisfaction. A rare smile crosses the aged Kha'Cheetrah's face as she looks over the missive, nodding.
 

"Deed for deed." She murmurs in reply, neatly folding the missive away. "It all coming together."

[Conqueror 424]

                                                        KAAZVALIKAR, the once-Kha, split the clouds above

                                                                             The Vale after finishing his second meeting with the Kharajyr

                                                                             Aelkos, returning to Redmont.

 

                                                                             Though, he didn't think about the meeting, nor did he think

                                                                             about his old moon-worshipping Brethren, or their mortality,

                                                                             this time. He did not think about how The Burning Assembly 

                                                                             sought to defend all of Descendentkind from the threat of the

                                                                             High Hells, The Synod, The Black Church, or anything like that,

                                                                             although that was most of his motivation...

 

                                                                             All he thought of, this time, was that:

 

                                                                             Maybe now his distant siblings, atop their desert-mount, would

                                                                             see him as redeemable!

[chaosgamer_ 764]

Rha'kir, who had settled atop a wooden log around a campfire, hands warmed by its flames, heard of the news. With a tilted head and crooked yet content smile, he murmured something to himself.

 

The old Kharajyr wondered how life continued to surprise him each and every day.

 

"How wonderful and interesting."

[Kudos 188]

The man wandered, making way through the wilds with a smile—eagerly taking in the words, letting his staff fall on his shoulder all the while. A blink and gasp, a musing and gruff snicker, and lingering thoughts to it all...

He smiled. "To believe the Azdrazi are by our side— so many things shift underneath the recent moons." This Kha'Tigrasi chuckled, Az-Drazi in his mind, and just to begin taking hold of his staff once more—hobbling away with a toothy grin.

"Moon Mother's blessings upon us all. Muun teotl nehmacazqueh nehtlacatl."