CALL TO SHAMANS!

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

 

 

 

To all Shaman’s of Aveos
I ask your help to come to Petra!

 

Dur Dûthgundniin, Spirit of Turning Jagged to Polished & Muddy to Clear.
The purification through Stoning.

Has come to my aid against

 

Nûrz-Ro, The Angry Cloud.

Yet I alone am not enough to fend against this Evil!

A shrine has been constructed in the square.
Champions are needed.
As well as those who will lend me their own powers to drive back 

The Angry Cloud!

[Petra Antag Event 7pm EST today!]





 

Edited July 12, 2025 by MrMojoMordor

[PrinceJose270 1211]

Upon the lands of snow and frost. Gusiam had only recently finished sharpening his blade. The shaman only gazing northward from the dreaded cold, that was until one of his servants came with the call for aid. Yet only words uttered out from the talk of such trouble things. The snow displacing and crackling as shamaic energy flowed around his very features. even the few shamaic tattos upon the shamans features flared within seeing once more their attempt at assault.."Orsathiael...You will not have thy way with decendents anymore so then thou thinks." Is what the old shaman says, before getting himself ready. Only to pen back one thing back to the recipiant of the letter.

"Prepare for my Arrival, llir. I shall aid in pushing the assault." - Amber Moon

[Yeetboy0206 1574]

19 minutes ago, PrinceJose270 said:

Upon the lands of snow and frost. Gusiam had only recently finished sharpening his blade. The shaman only gazing northward from the dreaded cold, that was until one of his servants came with the call for aid. Yet only words uttered out from the talk of such trouble things. The snow displacing and crackling as shamaic energy flowed around his very features. even the few shamaic tattos upon the shamans features flared within seeing once more their attempt at assault.."Orsathiael...You will not have thy way with decendents anymore so then thou thinks." Is what the old shaman says, before getting himself ready. Only to pen back one thing back to the recipiant of the letter.

"Prepare for my Arrival, llir. I shall aid in pushing the assault." - Amber Moon

Estevot Heymor watched his uncle from the skies. Whatever power he could give to aid, even something as simple as silent support from above, he would give. Descendantkind would not fall today.