Desolate

[PrimnyaQuorum 4010]

 

 

 

 

 

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In the depths of the tunnels, where day nor night hold relevance, a clattering of flesh and steel rings out in an otherwise-quiet section of cave. After it has long silenced, one thing is left with its life to send a message. 

 

It is only months later that such a message finds itself scattered upon a false-wind, to be carried upon the true winds of Aevos.

 

Things of the Deep.

 

You have encroached upon that which borders Sacrosanct, and Sacrilege. You threaten something far older than whatever scheme drove that rock into the Swamp. You invoke some paltry trick - here is mine, an equally cheap gesture. I leave the worst behind, for I am no warmonger.

 

Send your Lieutenants, your Champions into these murky waters and muddy soil, into the plains and mountains; Cower behind notions of honor, of hidden lands, of greater cause. I am no barbarian - I will return their helms and effects. I will keep the tale of each failure as I keep all other tales. 

 

I know where your ilk hide. I know how they scramble in futility to fortify themselves, as if another gate will save them from my coming. You will not know the extent of the knowledge I hold over you.

 

Let the Living come together in Hope, not Fear - in the pursuit of Peace, not Hatred. Everything the dead have forgone, let it come forth as one. 

 

WE are watching. 

You should have never come to this place.

 

[Hawkeye_Gough 624]

A being of stone comes in contact with such a note, fluttering through the wind and landing perfectly within his hands.

"Indeed," it spoke, though none could hear it.

"Chase peace, chase destiny... Perhaps we are the same."

It returned to its quiet contemplation, reading once more over the letter before allowing it to continue fluttering undisturbed.