TO THOSE OF THE SHADOW

[sarahbarah 7105]

Let this letter serve as both a warning and a witness.

It is not often I put quill to parchment for the likes of petty creatures vying for attention. This once, however, I have made an exception.

I am not oblivious to the darkness you have sought to cast upon my people. Your efforts, though shrouded in secrecy, have not passed unnoticed. You move as cowards do – within shadows and beneath moonless skies, but your presence is still known to me and many others.

In the last ten years, the Haeseni have suffered trials more grievous than most can bear. We have walked the long road through ruin and loss – through betrayal, through exile, through war – and stubbornly, we remain. You, who seem to know us with such venomous familiarity, speak our names as though they are fragile things. Barbanov. Korvacz. Leuven. Weiss. You speak them with disdain, as if by uttering them with contempt, you might strip them of the weight they hold. 

If you so claim to be the harbinger of our end, then I welcome your arrival. Measure your strength against mine, and against those whose hearts are fueled by war and spite. You would not be the first to challenge me, nor will you be the last. In time, the rot you have seeded will be eradicated. I will not debate your intentions, nor reason with what festers in the dark. I write only to make plain that you have been seen. You have been heard. And when the moment comes, you will be met.

To you, the unseen hand that has stirred unrest and sought to unravel us from within, I offer no false pleasantries or pretenses. Even as you cloak your malice in anonymity, your crimes lie bare before the eyes of the North.  

They will not go unpunished. 

Tread carefully. 

EA BYK ZWE ZANYOTSKER ZWEER EA TER PETRAVEZKER,

NADYA BARBANOV-BIHAR, Hesir of the Karoslund, Matriarch of House Barbanov-Bihar

 

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Response to the following post -- go check it out :) shoutout to Tub and his crew for giving us some cool rp over the last few weeks!

 

 

 

[BlauRps 545]

The ever vigilant-eye, The Dawnservant, was able to acquire the Hesir’s missive during his trek through the northern snows of the continent. His oceanic eyes filled with courage read through the missive as he gave a smirk from under his blackened helm.

 

“Let us meet these agents of Darkness with the ever-sharpened blade of Light…” He spoke to himself before making his way to assist his fellow Canonists against those who slither in the Dark, the northern lights gleam against the crown, decorated with Lorraine Crosses, that rested upon his helmet and the plates of his black armor.

[powercribv21444 45]

The Arch-druid would look to the massive, as he slowly took the last drop of his tea...  The nature and animal looked to the druid as he spoke to him self... 

" It appears darkness has come back for yet another round " 

Slowly he rose.. grabbing he's spear, moving out of the grove his a natural Guardian following, going off to the next fight. 

Edited June 1, 2025 by powercribv21444

[TheOnlyTub 550]

In a place much warmer than the cold, cold North yet no less dangerous or uninviting a skeletal courier bird deposited this very missive into the bone-gloved hand of Incariel. A languid gaze was cast over it, with dark eyes and haughty nature did he read was was addressed to him.

When finished, a swift clenching of the fist was all that it took to crumple the message, casting it aside one moment and the very next picking up his staff. A tap upon the ground animated a nearby corpse, which jumped up to grab an inkwell and feather to being writing a response.

"Very Well." he hissed as the creature's quill furiously scratched across the page copying his words

 

To The
Hesir of the Cowards and Matriarch of the House of No Renown
 

Your response is heard. I had figured that with my grace extended you would take the olive branch to save your dwindling kinsman, as seems standard for your line. Yet I am not omnipotent, only all-powerful. I could not have foreseen such foolishness and lack of regard. But it will be as you wish. My armies will rally to meet yours, a tide of unending strength that shall wipe out, as you so kindly put it, stubborn existence. Prepare yourself, for at the end of this ordeal there will be none that remember the pitiful names of Barbanov, Leuven, Korvacz, or Weiss. Yet all will know to fear the name:

 

Incariel

[Frostdrop1 1843]

Blackened claws ran down the missive, before stilling at the bottom to tap in a singular, rhythmic fashion. Pallid colours ran in burned lines over his hand, leaving trembles in their wake. "... Ignorance wells in vy doesn't et, Coz?" There came a firm, amused sort of chuff from Reinhard. A clash of two worlds, whose manner of speech did not cross. How ironic, he supposed, that each thought the other 'The Dark'. "...Spite, that's right. At least vy know et." Tearing the parchment down to take with him, some bitter part of him hoped she got what she deserved for spitting on what support she was given. A foul, selfish little thing. 

By he time his thoughts had simmered, his gaze slid over the parchment that was crunched in his grasp. A careful hand loosened, before his thumb began to mend the wrinkled parts. "... Win." He finally instructed of her anyway, before he continued on his lonesome trek, missive in hand.

[PanicZealot 648]

The giant beast known only as Ford sifted through the woods under the darkness of the trees. He did not know how to read and thus was eating the missive. "Hmmm...Ford smell deer." He said with what could be called joy.