The Duel Priest Awakens

[Hawkeye_Gough 624]

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Some time after an awkward scuffle, a thud can be heard outside the gates of Numenost.
The body of the veteran Dean lay sprawled out in front of the city, battered. His hand lay encased in a stone ball, from which it could not slip out.
Should the ball be shattered, one would find his skeletal hand holding a note...
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Good folk of Numendil,

I am Zu'e, the Legate. Perhaps you recall me from the last you saw this messenger. Perhaps you recall me from the defeat of the one called Feanor. I sit, now, unrivaled. This, to you all, is my message:

 

I am returned, and once again I am availed to Duel.

 

In my own tongue, I am often called the Duel Priest. I am known far and wide to accept any challenge bound in honor and risk. I will bring my disciples to accept duels from your soldiers and your battle-happy kin. Any can watch, to ensure no honor is broken or unbound.

 

For the most accomplished of you, who defeat two of my disciples or who think yourself brave and strong enough to weather a challenge, you may duel me. Ser Nathannenel Eruedraith Arthalion, you have challenged me first. I accept, and we will correspond to discuss our battleground.

 

For the honorable and venerable among you; those who clash swords suffer wounds, but they also find treasures. Send birds Westward, they will know where to find me.

 

Live in good revelry and prepare for an age of personal conquest,

Zu'e,

The Legate, the Duel Priest, Strife-borne Cardinal, Overseer of the Daughter, and lover of flowers.

 

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Edited April 5, 2025 by Aden

[Phantuhm 193]

A Xionist sat reminiscing in the remains of Lumbridge with his blade by his side. “This is not over, in fact this is just the beginning. Maleficar you shall all meet death by my blade.” He stood and trotted off, in wait for someone to duel.

Edited April 5, 2025 by Kinginno

[Familiar_Nobody 31]

A towering, armor clad knight reads over the missive with a low hum,  "Honor duels? Curious. Perhaps I may find some pleasure in such a setting," Musing to himself as he places a hand on the pommel of his warped blade. Idly stroking a thumb over it as he pictures the sort of opponents he might face.

[confusedjester 811]

As Anneliese walked toward the gate- eyes befallen the large construct as it dumped the cold, dead body of her beloved, Dean. 

 

A shriek fell from the woman's mouth, and frantic demands to her son to drag the body inside.

 

The body, flesh hanging from bone, his skeletal hand was wrapped in a smooth stone. 

 

Tears fell then from the Vourkehardt's iris, then a sob, and a whine- placing her head upon the now veiled carcass, and weeping.

[PrimnyaQuorum 3999]

A bird flies westward - it bears no heraldry nor signature, but it is for the Priest. It is written in the common tongue, save where it is not;

 

I name you; Etyun-Shatcharek.

 

Linger behind the shield of honor. Send your disciplines to the Swamp. 

 

I am Etyun-Kreeek. What you attempt to shatter will return a thousand-fold.

[Security_ 2287]

"DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!" Casimir cries aloud.

 

[Cally 1080]

The callous lady, glancing over the missive did she hum, a whetstone gripped to hone axeblade to a sharp point. And after the news of the one named Dean would she begin accepting duels as she always had, and never lost.

 

"Man or monster, challenges must be met with force."

She told her levymen, of which scattered to search for the Dean-slayer, and entrap him in fair single combat.

[NoxIndigo 106]

Late into the tall, black night, the medical examiner unveiled Dean's broken visage and stifled an anguished sob. Only hours later did he begin his work.

 

Amon conducted himself wordlessly and with measured care; only the scratch of the occasional, painful cough did punctuate the silence; and only the slight tremble to his hold threatened his attentive precision. Head trauma. He concluded in his notes with a quavering sigh. Truthfully, any one of the little and large breaks in Dean's shattered frame could have been his undoing.

 

Only then did he procure a mallet and take to the stone-wrought binding that encased Dean's skinless hand--giving it a forcible tap. Its sheen, onyx surface shattered instantly, revealing a rolled parchment held within a curled, skeletal fist.

Edited April 6, 2025 by DukeIndigo

[tasty_cheesecake 2298]

At risk of getting shot by bluetags a robot spider swarm appends a note to all of the notices

 

”STOP EGO DUELING THIS GUY IT HAS ALREADY CAUSED ACTUAL CATASTROPHES OUTSIDE OF JUST EMBARRASSING LOSSES

 

Real Cardinal Big E”