COME AND CLAIM HIM!

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“You have gall, I admit that.” 

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The elf rode to the location chosen in noted challenge, dismounting steed. Behind him stood a spire of black- of death claiming. It stabbed into the land that the elf found the alchemist so longingly gazing upon. Eyes were laid onto a grave, uprooted thus, the sanctity of the measure forever gone through occult or means otherwise. The man breathed heavily through mask, heaving as conversation ensued. The purpose of the meeting was simple: to prove ideal through mettle and courage. Wroth and bitterness had grown inside Gamu, ready to be exacted. 

 

“You did your research, I see.” - “Clearly. You bear the power of gods, how could I not?” - A bemused huff: “Out of fear?” - “Preparation. Perhaps I will bury you next to your comrade here, so that you both might find peace in Michael’s realm.” 

 

Steel was drawn and emboldened through worldly and deific means. 

 

“I will go when my time has come - and that is not today.”

 

These were brought to clash, alongside ideals and hearts..

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Foot was pressed atop chestplate, the pupil victorious.

 

“You fight me, but you fight the light as well! Do you not know that Malchediael is in an endless war?! He is protecting us!” - “Then let him fight, Xavier! Beget them to their devices! They do not need the souls of man to do their bidding! What is courageous of this?!..” 

 

Perhaps the might of his words and beliefs had been proven that day, in some effort. He who was once teacher was made to heel by his pupil- monologue ensuing. He had attempted to curry favor and have his once-comrade wrest his soul from Michael’s clutches to no avail. Now, here they were, conflicted. The challenge was met, and truth had come through perhaps, as the elf was bound and set atop horseback.

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And so, the elf identifiable as Xavier Adiler was left before the gates of Celia’nor to be bore witness upon. He was knelt atop the ground, propped up and bound to a splintering wooden cross via rope. A victim he was made into by many mediums marred into skin, mind, and soul- he was left abused.

 

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A sign was left hammered into ground next to him amongst the strife, having been etched with the words:

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“COME CLAIM HIM.”

“FREE MAN FROM AENGUDAEMONICA.”

“BEAR WITNESS TO MAN’S STRENGTH.”

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A brief message, detailing the ideals that have won this day.

 

 

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Edited March 27, 2025 by needitallcash

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25 minutes ago, needitallcash said:

 

“You have gall, I admit that.” 

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The elf rode to the location chosen in noted challenge, dismounting steed. Behind him stood a spire of black- of death claiming. It stabbed into the land that the elf found the alchemist so longingly gazing upon. Eyes were laid onto a grave, uprooted thus, the sanctity of the measure forever gone through occult or means otherwise. The man breathed heavily through mask, heaving as conversation ensued. The purpose of the meeting was simple: to prove ideal through mettle and courage. Wroth and bitterness had grown inside Gamu, ready to be exacted. 

 

“You did your research, I see.” - “Clearly. You bear the power of gods, how could I not?” - A bemused huff: “Out of fear?” - “Preparation. Perhaps I will bury you next to your comrade here, so that you both might find peace in Michael’s realm.” 

 

Steel was drawn and emboldened through worldly and deific means. 

 

“I will go when my time has come - and that is not today.”

 

These were brought to clash, alongside ideals and hearts..

+

Foot was pressed atop chestplate, the pupil victorious.

 

“You fight me, but you fight the light as well! Do you not know that Malchediael is in an endless war?! He is protecting us!” - “Then let him fight, Xavier! Beget them to their devices! They do not need the souls of man to do their bidding! What is courageous of this?!..” 

 

Perhaps the might of his words and beliefs had been proven that day, in some effort. He who was once teacher was made to heel by his pupil- monologue ensuing. He had attempted to curry favor and have his once-comrade wrest his soul from Michael’s clutches to no avail. Now, here they were, conflicted. The challenge was met, and truth had come through perhaps, as the elf was bound and set atop horseback.

+

And so, the elf was left before the gates of Celia’nor to be bore witness upon. He was knelt atop the ground, propped up and bound to a splintering wooden cross via rope. A victim he was made into by many mediums marred into skin, mind, and soul- he was left abused.

 

...

 

A sign was left hammered into ground next to him amongst the strife, having been etched with the words:

-

“COME CLAIM HIM.”

“FREE MAN FROM AENGUDAEMONICA.”

“BEAR WITNESS TO MAN’S STRENGTH.”

 -

A brief message, detailing the ideals that have won this day.

 

 

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Estevot returned to Celia’nor shortly after checking in with his family in the Vale. Then he saw it. This…aberration against morality. Against decency. He stared, taking in the wounds and scars and suffering left upon the poor elf. And he looked at the sign. First he felt sick. Then he felt sorrow….then he felt only rage. Quiet, festering rage. That needed release in the most painful way imaginable. He left for Balian. The Covenant needed to know what was done. And he would make sure they didn’t just listen. He would make sure that those who did this? Every last one of them would bleed. And he already knew where to start.