[The Age of Dragons] - Establishment of The Cinderwatch

[squakhawk 14038]

 

 

 

To all those who seek to wrench Aevos of Orsathiael’s grasp,

 

You may not know us – we have tread upon this continent for numerous years, researching and investigating the landscape and the abnormality of the realm, its biomes, and the monsters which lurk. Our given names are thus – Thalandir, and Eryndor.

 

Some of you may have had the fortune, or the misfortune, to have met us previously during our numerous expeditions and excursions; the climb up to The Mountain, stopping The Sorcerer’s Comet, the expedition to Goldenvine, and finally, at the Dreamers Marsh. 

 

We have learnt much during this time – the name of the Mountain, known henceforth as Orasthiael, and that it is of an Aengudaemonic nature, beheld within the stones of this continent, and it attempts to tug upon the chains and shackles it is bound by, controlling the land, shaping it to his will, and the spirits of your forefathers who now lurk as ethereal beasts.

 

And in the peddling of this continent, the nature of wanting to know, accumulating knowledge and otherwise, many have come to know us both by our real given names, Aruzond, and Sordran. 

 

Beyond the scope of this continent, we have ventured, and now, once again, it is time to call for the aid of the descendants to stop this new calamity. We have discovered something amidst our travels; a gate. It is veiled beneath a thicket of snow, the fierce tundra blotting the sight of all those who attempt to find it, and it ruminates with a rhythmic heartbeat. Upon further investigation and approaching of the mysterious, alien gateway, we discovered a great encapsulating stream of deific energy rippling outwards, and this has started to attract the soldiers and agents of Orsathiael, the Mountain.

 

 

It is with this summons that we create a new group known as The Cinderwatch who will partake in an expedition to this gate, in order to research what lies within, and to protect it from all evil that attempts to steal, or otherwise usurp the power beheld inside.

 

All those apart of our fellowships, of Thalandir and Eryndor, are expected to answer these summons; this is a matter of prevalence, and with dignity, we shall stand as a tenable bulwark to all living.

 

Answer this call.

 

Knowledge begets wisdom,

Thalandir & Eryndor

 

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[PrinceJose270 1211]

Gusiam would hear the calls, of rumors speard. He'd been at the battle with the dwed, and only he could watch as his wife was harmed,his son attacked. hadn the siege gone like the wind. Yet he pondered, looking at the stone of the meteorite he still gained from aiding thalandir before. Yet before long, He offered what seems to be a Letter. if not voiced of claim that offered the emotions of duty.

"Thalandir, When you called upon us shamans. You asked for our aid to help save this land and of decendent kind. Whilst i shall not speak for all those before. I declare this now, I offer my aid, and what forces who are willing to follow me to such dangers. I, Gusiam Jusmia shall aid you in any way i can as i did before. This time against Orsathiael’s claim to the lives of all decendent kind. I answer your call in hopes we may be the heros that stand against this encroaching darkness. All you need, is say the word. You know where I reside, and I shall await your call."

-Gusiam jusmia

[Jentos 9422]

The An-Gho leaned over his seat about the temple of his people. 

 

"They say Aruzond reforged the pact. Find him. Find the Cinderwatch . . . No matter the price. No matter the cost."

 

The Eye burned with unspeakable resolve.

 

[Mestvin 947]

The black scribe sat in his dark chamber lit only by the few candles. He squints his eyes after reading the missive.

[Metamancy 1759]

Thorn came across the missive.

"Orsathiael."

He tried the name upon his lips.

It was time to answer the call.

[Bethinwonderland 2213]

A letter is penned with care and sent out via the aviary in the Vale
 

"Dear Thalandir,
 

  I was one of the shamans who answered the call when it came time to stop the Sorcerer’s Comet. My aid is yours once more, should you deem it worthy enough for this venture. With the team, you and Eryndor will put together, I have faith that this Aengudaemonic creature will be taken down.

 For the good of descendants, 
  Lenora Jusmia"

[BurberLord123 375]

5 hours ago, squakhawk said:

 

 

 

To all those who seek to wrench Aevos of Orsathiael’s grasp,

 

You may not know us – we have tread upon this continent for numerous years, researching and investigating the landscape and the abnormality of the realm, its biomes, and the monsters which lurk. Our given names are thus – Thalandir, and Eryndor.

 

Some of you may have had the fortune, or the misfortune, to have met us previously during our numerous expeditions and excursions; the climb up to The Mountain, stopping The Sorcerer’s Comet, the expedition to Goldenvine, and finally, at the Dreamers Marsh. 

 

We have learnt much during this time – the name of the Mountain, known henceforth as Orasthiael, and that it is of an Aengudaemonic nature, beheld within the stones of this continent, and it attempts to tug upon the chains and shackles it is bound by, controlling the land, shaping it to his will, and the spirits of your forefathers who now lurk as ethereal beasts.

 

And in the peddling of this continent, the nature of wanting to know, accumulating knowledge and otherwise, many have come to know us both by our real given names, Aruzond, and Sordran. 

 

Beyond the scope of this continent, we have ventured, and now, once again, it is time to call for the aid of the descendants to stop this new calamity. We have discovered something amidst our travels; a gate. It is veiled beneath a thicket of snow, the fierce tundra blotting the sight of all those who attempt to find it, and it ruminates with a rhythmic heartbeat. Upon further investigation and approaching of the mysterious, alien gateway, we discovered a great encapsulating stream of deific energy rippling outwards, and this has started to attract the soldiers and agents of Orsathiael, the Mountain.

 

 

It is with this summons that we create a new group known as The Cinderwatch who will partake in an expedition to this gate, in order to research what lies within, and to protect it from all evil that attempts to steal, or otherwise usurp the power beheld inside.

 

All those apart of our fellowships, of Thalandir and Eryndor, are expected to answer these summons; this is a matter of prevalence, and with dignity, we shall stand as a tenable bulwark to all living.

 

Answer this call.

 

Knowledge begets wisdom,

Thalandir & Eryndor

 

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[Morigung-oog 5697]

 

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Valindra read the missive with a solemn, pensive stillness, her fingers curling around the parchment as though it bore a weight truly beyond comprehension. The mention of Orsathiael gnawed at her mind like a hot brand pressing into skin. She had known. Felt them and heeded the warning of her old friend, Fëanor.  The new phantoms that drifted restlessly across the realm so often bore his imprint, twisted echoes of the dead that roamed the wastes reshaped into something cruel. Her breath came slow and steady and time may as well have stood still. This was it. She had spent decades now searching for repentance, parsing through the horrors of silence and shadow and learning to navigate the liminal. If ever there was a moment to use that pain, to do even a fraction of good with it, it was now. 

 

There and then, it was decided; she would answer the summons. Not just for the sake of an ever-fleeting hope of redemption or plain curiosity, but because she must. Few knew these phantasmal like she did, their heated malice and fragmented sorrow. While others feared the phantoms, she had walked among them;  bound, and banished and freed them. Perhaps it was hubris, but the 'aheral knew she was among better suited to confront this. The call of the Cinderwatch rang like a bell in her very soul, a clear, dolorous toll against the ever-creeping rot of insanity.

 

".. This is our calling."

 

The former Herald murmured to her freshly conjoined apprentice, her warped gaze glinting with an old, dangerous resolve.

 

 "Let Orsathiael see what becomes of gods when mortals remember their purpose."

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[growingivy 3382]

10 hours ago, Morigung-oog said:

".. This is our calling."

 

The former Herald murmured to her freshly conjoined apprentice, her warped gaze glinting with an old, dangerous resolve.

 

 "Let Orsathiael see what becomes of gods when mortals remember their purpose."

@growingivy

 

Cresence gave a nod of her head, with this being what the woman signed up for; a purpose, anew.

 

"Of course. Mortals outnumber gods after all."