Chaplainic Letter on Meager Demands

[Aehkaj 1244]

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[!] The charred corpses of undeath smoldered at the foot of Tor’Praeth

 

 

 

A demand, answered.

 

And so like dust, meaningless conjecture is left forgotten.

 

The dead attempted to speak

and yet their voice had rotten away.

[lemonke 6014]

"HONORABLE DRAKEN WARRIORS! IT WAS QUITE THE FIGHT." A battered and burned Templar crazily shouted at the missive. While the fight was not as important, she dreamed of fighting more alongside the azdrazi.

[ColonelKuehl1 560]

Tezellion'uth a Warlock bound to Dread looked upon the missive scoffing at the missive "He could not slay the Nephlim? So very weak, I slew one before I had started as a Warlock..."  he states not knowing which he killed having flashbacks of when the An-gho got gunned down in a glorious drive by.

[ReverseNebula 373]

The Jumoko had lingered amidst horseback, his concealed gaze watching the attempted 'duel', that had truthfully, felt like a successful attempt to waste their time.

 

And so, with the remnants of ash, and ectoplasm amidst the Volcano's side, did the Jumoko shake their head, for even the weakest of the church, could stand as a better fight than those he saw fall this day. . .
"Pathetic..."

Edited April 19, 2025 by ReverseNebula

[MonteGiant 891]

"A slow drudge of a fight, his irrelevance shown through like a fire under the blanket of night." The Tawantinsuyin Herald would comment about the fight, witnessing it and then taking down his seconds moments later.  Covered in Ash and black bile after the fight he would wipe his face then muttering, "Your crown now a falsehood, it being ripped off of you by the maws of Az-Drazi."