A Scholar's Summons

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Original Artist: Sam Hogg

 

Across Aevos’ civilized reaches, notices are to be found for all manner of scholarly and curious minds to read.

 

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A great question begs to be asked.  Dozens of wonders cry to be seen, to be uttered, and clawed after for their truths in actuality.  The nature of this continent we’ve settled on is one of mystery, it is a weaving of threads yet to be deciphered in full–and I mean to glimpse this tapestry for what it is.

 

Mortalkind from all branches of the Four have lived in a great folly, and it is thoughtless ignorance.  The lack of questions of the ongoings around us in this shifting, volatile world.  We exist akin to cattle for how we keep our heads low and away from the wonders overhead, left to be guided and led astray by false shepherds of greed and foolish ambitions of petty origins.

 

The next question I’ve come to settle on is the mystery of The Storm that embraces this continent so tenderly, shrouding the sea’s horizons in its perpetual brooding gloom.  I seek the accounts of any who have braved those waters and ventured beyond them, for I know you yet live.

 

Anybody else who wishes to determine the source and cause of this raging tempest are to write to myself, should you wish to join me in my studies Northward to the drowned coasts. I intend to uncover all mysteries, yet it needn’t be done alone.

 

Be you man, elf, or whatever else - as long as you’re not in service to the Shadows of the Abyss and the Lords of Xion, your aid would be welcomed.  Any who seek to bring forth grudges from this mortal war shall be dismissed; my interests are on the betterment of all Descendants to protect us from the Dark.

 

Signed,

Princess Zofiya of Galahar

IGN: winterblood

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Muramir, seeking to redeem himself in the eyes of the Brathmordakin over failures of a personal nature, weighs the notion of offering aid to this Princess Zofiya in his mind.

 

It was the sacred duty of all dwed to not only pursue knowledge, but protect it as well, to learn and discover was a blessed act under the precepts of Ogradhad, though that wasn't his favored patron. A dwed seeking to get right with all his gods should live his life upholding the ideals of all the Brathmordakin, not just a few. 

 

With his mind settled on the matter, he would make arrangements to get in contact with the Princess Zofiya, and start a new chapter of his own life.

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Iduna lingered wearily at the hearth she had always known, her form nearly spectral in its pendulous swaying. The flames roared just as they always had, but the warmth she had derived from them as a girl had faded entirely; now, there was only shame. Her people had turned their backs on the fight she swore herself to, and resolved instead to conquest. And Iduna, in turn, had resolved to depart.

 

The Knight lifted the parchment to her gaze, her lips forming a stiff divide across her features. Surely, this could not be folly. Surely, this would be the chance she had always sought: to eradicate evil, or aid in its eradication, in any case. A hand - free of gloves for the first time in years and marked with eidolic, serpentine tattoos - went to the falchion's pommel at her waist, and her resolve was reborn. 

 

Surely, she now knew. This was the course she had seen in the black of so many sleepless nights.

 

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