The Eclipse of the Flame

[Phantuhm 193]

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        “They lit the flame. I am the eclipse.”
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  — Azrakan

To the self-righteous zealots who call themselves Templars —

Your crusade ends now
 

For too long, you have hidden behind shrines and sanctimony, torches of white flame raised high, pretending to cleanse what you do not understand.

You hunt the dark — not because it is wicked, but because it is free.

You slay those who wield its truth, not to protect the innocent, but to preserve your illusion of control.

 

I am Azrakan, Mouth of the Dead, Master of the Dark Arts.

The rot beneath your cathedrals has awakened — and I am its voice.

Not a curse, but a cure. Not chaos, but clarity.

 

I bring no sermons. I bring stillness.

Shadow without suffering. Silence without fear.

The promise of a world unshackled from divine lies, where no god reigns and no soul is chained.

 

The dead march with me — not in torment, but in purpose.

The living tremble at the sound of my name — not for evil, but for the truth it carries.

And soon, your sacred fires will flicker and die, one by one,

as your gods watch and do nothing.

 

Let the bells toll — not for the wicked,

but for the faithful.

For their faith has failed them.

 

War is declared.

Not for vengeance.

Not for conquest.

But for release.

Thus speaks the Eclipse. Thus begins the Silence.

— Azrakan, Marshal of the Black Flame

Freed Slave to Gashadokuro

Summoner of the Dead

Bringer of Liberation

 

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Hello this is your favorite necromancer bouncing back, condemning Templars for multiple reasons, mainly a conflict of ideology and their never ending pursuit of darkspawn. I am declaring 'war'. This is a skirmish that will take place soon, but this post is also in general going out to all templar groups. If any are interested in a skirmish after this one against the dead, reach out my discord is phantuhm as well as if you want to join the spooky side of things. If you are interested in contacting the Templars who are partaking in the skirmish, contact Bird5k.

 

[Bird5k 1083]

The Chapter Master of the Radian Flamekeepers, Xavier Adiler, lets out a chuckle of amusement - This missive only sparking the fire this dark force wishes to snuffle out. So as he enters the courtyard of the Flamekeepers' Fort he shouts across it to get the attention of his members "War is up you Bastards! Time to prove yourselves"

[Frisket 4537]

“Zhey vill know fear in heir soulless hearts”

 

”Ich der nein bring courage alone”

 

”Ich bring FURY”

 

Elis roared amongst the halls of the Flamekeepers

[___ 361]

The Guildmaster of the Auric Order, Ambrosia O'Hara, reads the missive with an amused expression on her face. "The darkspawn have grown rather bold as of late, haven't they?" She mused. "The Adepts will surely have their hands full."

[ColonelKuehl1 560]

Tezellion'uth within some cave in some far off place awoke, a fire within the cavern. Requiring such he moved to seek some coffee grind mixing such until making a satisfactory brew. The Beans were of a distinctive origin grown along the Red Mountain. the Azdrazi knew not of his secrets of perfect coffee nor could they taste it anyway. He grew more alert moving onto the missives his imps scavenge and bring before him. Within he read something about eclipses, ignoring the missives he proceeded to look outside, the sun was still up as the Warlock shrieked hating sunlight soon returning to his glorious darkness. He returned; the Dread Prince looked back to the missive reading such upside down for a moment before he had a great idea. Clenching his fist he though to what had to be done... what horror he could bring. From a great elevation he quickly folded the missive together. Crafted meticulously the missive made an avian shape with an arrow like head, darting away to drift away with the wind and hopefully hit someone.

[Moumins 378]

6 minutes ago, ColonelKuehl1 said:

 Crafted meticulously the missive made an avian shape with an arrow like head, darting away to drift away with the wind and hopefully hit someone.

Off on a walk, a small piece of respite against the long hours of a Herald’s life, Iva studies the beautiful scenery of The Ashlands.
She stretches her arms out, letting the markings across them shine under the sun. A peaceful sigh.

“THIS is all ah’needed”
She tells herself.

Though, in that moment of peace,
THE AEROPLANE FINDS
ITS TARGET

“ARGH!!”
Cried the Ordained Herald, clutching her bleeding eye.
She unfolds the paper…
“His writing has improved. Shame his fighting hasn’t…”

Iva proceeds to showcase the missive to others of her troupe, making a mockery of THE BONECROWNED’S war declaration.

[Phantuhm 193]

1 hour ago, Moumins said:

Off on a walk, a small piece of respite against the long hours of a Herald’s life, Iva studies the beautiful scenery of The Ashlands.
She stretches her arms out, letting the markings across them shine under the sun. A peaceful sigh.

“THIS is all ah’needed”
She tells herself.

Though, in that moment of peace,
THE AEROPLANE FINDS
ITS TARGET

“ARGH!!”
Cried the Ordained Herald, clutching her bleeding eye.
She unfolds the paper…
“His writing has improved. Shame his fighting hasn’t…”

Iva proceeds to showcase the missive to others of her troupe, making a mockery of THE BONECROWNED’S war declaration.

 

A grinding noise could be heard beneath the surface of Aevos, echoing throughout the cavern as rot and filth rose, taking up blade and armor for the fight to come. "The bells soon toll.... for a new age. An Age of Liberation." He said as a grin came along his face and he continued to equip his soldiers.

[Iulius 206]

During a sunny day, two warriors, one Nord and one Numendain, were riding a horse to look for something to  slay, so to extinguish their boredom. They were searching for days at this point, but luck just wasn't with them. The spawns of the Dark were too afraid to face them, perhaps. Then, a bird lands on the shoulder of the Nord, bringing a missive. He reads it all, then "Oi, Kieran" he begins, amused "If this one declared a war, he must have an army" -  "Perhaps it's invisible?"