TO THE FALSE SHEPHERD

[beetle 3315]

 

[!] Copies of the missive were sent out to every home within the Kingdom of Númendil. 

One extra copy was slipped under Anorhil’s door. The letter was unsigned, no soul knew who wrote it.

 

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O THE FALSE SHEPHERD, TITLED AS THE “APOSTOLIC KING OF IDUNIA”,   There is no peace, no matter how much you claim there is to be. Innocent blood is on your hands. You state that you have honored your daughter with a treaty, a forced one. Only to be done such after the fact, she had passed; a weak attempt to save face.   You are no King. You are no Savior of Idunia. You are the False Shepherd. There is no truth, there is no peace, only lies you have created and spread.   It’s only a matter of time before your head is served on a plate. Tread carefully, Anorhil.

[mothsthetic 2250]

Though miles and miles way, a young doctor is handed a missive, grinning as she takes it from her assistant. The woman reads over the words, her snow-white eyes widening at every letter. 

 

“Oh, GOD… What have I missed?”

[Onnensr 1908]

His Eminence Cardinal Nerium Idunia went from house to house, disguised in the likeness of a being in black, collecting the wastes of parchment where he could find them, though with only one eye he no doubt missed a couple, and would never have thought to check Anorhil's very bedroom. He took them to his office, where he began to adulterate them. Into that same night his dark form snuck, he disseminated the new forms, propagandizing the propagandizer...

 

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O THE FALSE SHEPHERD, TITLED AS THE “APOSTOLIC KING OF IDUNIA”,   There is no peace, no matter how much you claim there is to be. Innocent blood is on your hands. You state that you have honored your daughter with a treaty, a forced one. Only to be done such after the fact, she had passed; a weak attempt to save face.   Mordring could yet save her, but you are too weak! Deliver yourself to our Dark Lord and join the flock of the Truly Holy.   You are no King. You are no Savior of Idunia. You are the False Shepherd. There is no truth, there is no peace, only lies you have created and spread. The one truth is Xion.   It’s only a matter of time before your head is served on a plate. Tread carefully, Anorhil.