The Bonecrowned Dares the Flame

[Phantuhm 193]

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Tor'Praeth—land of scorched earth and molten rock. A char upon the world where the sky glows with ash, and winds blow with embers.
It was here the Heralds of Azdromoth descended, blinded by the arrogance of their deity. They dared to challenge the will of the Bonecrowned.
The undead rose at the will of the necromancer and as the battle begun and swords were swung, their roars of courage turned to weeps and bellows.
Their deific faith was worthless in front of the Bonecrowned as he let his undead slice away at their limbs.

They came bearing Azdromoths honor and faith only to flee as cowards, almost as disgraceful as the deity they so worship. 
Bloody and beaten the heralds crawled away as their blood dragged across the scorched earth and the necromancer sat with a crude laugh. 

In the far distance, the volcano bursted with fire. Smoke rose as the necromancer set his sights on Tor'Praeth.

Azrakan stood amid the scorched ruin of the battlefield, his undead still crackling, waiting for the sight of a worthy foe.

"I speak now, not to heralds—but to the flame-born Wryms that they worship. Your flame is weak and pitiful. Show me the strength your beloved deity has given you."
"Select a champion and meet me in single combat. I await on scorched earth."

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Hello Nephilim, had a fun crp with your heralds, now I want one of you, choose a champion to fight me!!
Also first post like this lmk if any improvements I can make.

 

 

Edited April 16, 2025 by Phantuhm

[lemonke 6014]

"I will kill him." Said a Templar, ally of the Azdrazi  

[latte 2238]

The Herald in question frowns, fearing for when news breaks out and she is forced on shit sweeping duty at Tor'praeth...

[xo31 3979]

1 hour ago, latte said:

The Herald in question frowns, fearing for when news breaks out and she is forced on shit sweeping duty at Tor'praeth...

The Seeker, sat in a bed outside of the fort, frowns too.

[Jentos 9422]

"Very well, then." 

 

The An-Gho was decked in his plate of amber gold, wreathed in the red of his cloak.

 

And he set out.

 

Few were the challenges the Children of the Titan would not answer.

[Xein000 264]

A ker that happens to pass by, gathering herbs looks at the note thinking "That might be an interesting fight to watch." And then goes on their way.

[Neropolitan 108]

The wanderer made her way through the ash lands as she commonly did, blue livery tinged with gold shifting as she came across the ash stained missive. It was then that in her wanderings, she learned what had occurred that night. "So that's what occurred more like than not." A grimace crossed the features of the ordained woman beneath the horned helm.. and she trudged on, folding the paper and tucking it away for later. The massive blade carried upon her back shifted as she resettled its weight.

[Svyatgoroye 266]

 

 

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At the height of Enlightenment, a solitary Norn stood on worn stone. The message had arrived. In some manner, it found him. He was not unacquainted with the halls of Tor’Praeth. Yet, the volcanic terrain, magma, and sulfur were never his to traverse. Though the fire blazed within him, it burned for reasons that contradicted theirs.

 

His tired gaze swept over the pages, following the words penned by impious hands. A moment of understanding washed over him. Those inscribed words ignited something within him. He recognized, just from a few words he read, that this was his story. He remembered the grim scene he faced that dreadful day- the bloodshed, the battered spirits. One such spirit was precious to him. The Norn’s breath lingered in the air- a sharp, prolonged gasp. The fury of countless burning suns surged within him, twisting his expression into one filled with deep anger.

 

He began his descent from the peaks, his mind occupied by little. Not with thoughts of Asioth or the Draconid spawn he was tracking. Nor was he concerned about the impending dust storms that might obstruct his journey. Instead, one singular thought consumed him- a fixation, a yearning, a profound desire flowing through his veins, intertwined with rage. Just one word left his lips, simple yet profound in its significance.

 

“Blóðörn!”

 

And so, the man set off from the shifting sands in search. A very personal hunt.

 

 

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i see u bro. . .