Tarnished

[SimonItorp 124]

A coronated Pale Lord sat idly in a hovel, somewhere far away from wherein this massacre had taken place. The missive having been delivered by ghostly hands, now revealing a barbaric, and gruesome act.

"In all my time, of having existed, both in life and death -- I have never quite seen such cruelty. If it is not fate that hands you your verdict, Church-dwellers, then know that it will be me, instead."

[DahStalker 3692]

Ljúfvina though recently absent found herself often staring at flames as of recent, soul wounded with the loss of her family. She mourned greatly though loudly even if contradictory in her silence. 

[Smoketheknight 285]

An evening like any other, the oversized mercenary Tazusko was performing his daily patrol duty at the walls from the House Carnelle's castle. It is a humble job to protect such a small fortress, but Tazusko likes it there anyways, he finally had the chance to distance himself from all the chaos and somberness occurring at his motherland, Norland, in a way, seems like he has managed to found himself at peace for once. Earlier that morning he had travelled all the way to Alba in order to buy some supplies, when all of a sudden, a child had reached out to him, handed over some pamphlet, a missive that in the own lad's words "It is of great importance that you read it from head to toe, since you are from there. . ." 

 

It was during those patrolling hours when Tazusko recalled that lad from Alba, remembered the importance that he had put into the missive. Therefore, he decided it was finally the time to take a quick rest, he squished himself through the doors and halls to the indoors of the castle until he reached the living room, it is a not too spacious but comfy place, the perfect space to enjoy a good read. Tazusko sat down on one of the couches and proceeded to read the content of the missive. As he was reading the expression on his face turned from jolly to a tired and hopeless one.

 

Tazusko sighs - By the All-papa. . . This is ALL we needed, another STUPID WAR!! RRRRRRRGH!!! Even if the ashtree FALLS, we still carry the FLAME in our HEARTS GOSH DARN IT!! - he kicks the table in front of him almost turning it upside down - Aargh. . . Okey dokey! calm down Tazusko. . . You still got this. . . Oh All-papa when will they ever know? That one must go to the FIGHT for no other reason than to protect the PEOPLE!

 

 

Edited August 7, 2025 by Smoketheknight

[latte 2238]

“ Who saw this coming?” a random oyashi looked around to nothing, before lofting up her right palm. “oh, that’s right. I did.” For all the humor she could muster, an equal amount of distain festered for those of the white city - this incident, and of course for her own special reasons. 

 

“and for a rokodra shield? man, why are we all out here doin’ too much.”

[sapphic_spidy 1089]

"Disgusting."

Castien seethes. 

There's not much he can do to help. He can't change anything that's been done. 

 

But people are left. Those he can help.

[jihsoo 746]

8 hours ago, KidKrinkles said:

Tell me the truth: does the Empire pull Numendil’s leash so tight? Or does the White City simply require a hundred knights to slay a dozen Norns? Perhaps you wished for your better’s blessing, as you sought your prizes. 

 

That very night, upon her husbands return did the Princess of Tir-Glas hold him so tightly. While she had not a clue of what transpired, nor the wrath that ensued, verily did she witness the eyes of the woman who wept before her, trembling by the fireplace of Formindon. This woman, Fey, did her voice ring through the stone walls throughout. A song of guilt. A melody of mourning. A cacophony of grief. As she knelt before the trembling and tearful woman, her gloved hands upon the Norn's, did Safiyaa turn to face her unhelmed husband. The rescuer of Fey. Llewyn's eyes stare at her plainly, and so did his tone went from his usual jovialness to but a dull ring. What had he seen? What had he heard?

 

What had he done?

 

After bidding the Norns, farewell, assuring Fey's safety, did Safiyaa find her husband's words ringing through her head as they shifted underneath the covers, arms enveloped in his embrace.

 

"A war." - "This farce."

 

 

 

 

[Frisket 4538]

Smiles

all she saw was satisfaction amongst the zealous crowd which stood under the ashwood tree. Norlanders carried and dragged alongside the High keeper, and alongside her did they also hang.

 

Vivien remembered Krugmas, a yearly season where they would take a maple tree, with pinecones and other natural ornaments. They’d hang the family colors small sashes and silks which covered the tree.

 

how morbid was her mind, how disgusting it was to think like this. Was it her innocence being ripped at the sight of a gagging pregnant woman whom soon lost breath and swung left and right rhythmically to her keeper that made her sick?

 

Or was it that she remembered being hoisted by her mother to hang ornaments similar to those hung like decorations?

 

was this truly jolly?

 

at such thought, men and women who stood near could hear her vomit and retch as she fell to the floor. Unable to continue to witness the acts of IBLEES himself. 
 

it was time, Vivien saw the good of humanity, but she knew one day she had to face this. For every descendant is born from it.

 

evil…

[_Sheylo_ 1177]

Another missive hits a certain high elf's desk. And yet another does he mark up for its various misspellings, logic, and reasoning. Valazaer Calith, interim Okarir'sil, finally folds the paper and places it atop a growing piles of pleas, requests, and otherwise. With a long, drawn out sigh did he lean back and shake his head.

"A plea for morality, yet they cannot spare my eyes from the improper grammar.. Haelun'or.." He clicked his tongue, "Placing the apostrophe in the wrong place completely butchers our language.."

The elf had said to whomever was needing audience with him at that point, gently brushing a gloved hand over the birch oak, heavy desk that filled the office. "I've lived long enough to see the rise and fall of at least four mass human nations, this is no different..." That hand lifts, placing a single pointer finger to the side of his temple, tapping.

"Involvement means our blood shed for others' cause. It is illogical. At most, I say we we might accept refugees, but that is all." Gently, the hand falls, "The preservation of our race is my concern, and that is final. Larihei would not have us cast ourselves upon pointed blades for others' disputes. - It is suicide, and I doubt I can be convinced otherwise."

Finally, he presses himself in a stand, placing upon his coat and nodding to the one whom was in audience with him, ushering them from his office as he took yet another brisk walk that he found so cathartic as of recent, at least to clear his mind.

[FoogThe2stnd 323]

Hrungnir would remain hunched over during the night, sat in the home of the orphaned children, day in and out he is asked by the children were did their father go? Their mother? The eldest seemed to be onto something but as he faced them he only smiled. Meal after meal, each night he did not rest, how could he when the empire could so easily break in and finish what they started? A month goes by, the norn cold from the loss of the man he saw as his son, then his King. The woman whom seemed to live again in this pagan city, a new, yet dear friend to the elder norn. Once he got the children to bed, he would sit himself by a stool in front of the door, and turn to this very missive...

[StingyParrot 1595]

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[TheHuntedRaven 100]

It was rare circumstance for any missives to fall into their hands. Yet, of any missive, it was this one that had arrived. The ever-present smile upon the bronze metal betrayed a frown that was worn beneath. Talisman let out a hiss between their teeth.

 

They fight like children over toys while the world collapses around them. I wonder... where the next knife come from and to whom will it strike? The missive was handed back before attention returned to those discussing the matters. Their own voice would eventually rise making their opinions known.

 

Those who were blind no longer will be. Talisman thought later that night when all had been said, and they were once again left alone. May those of which were responsible sleep with one eye open when it all comes unraveling before them.

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

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I cannot believe it as soon as i talk about Norland having no tragedies this map lmao.
Something to add to the Mojostradamus meme.

The news from far north finally reach Bon'Ox as he takes a break from stacking different colored shapes on top of each other. His face grimmaces at the news.
"For those claiming to serve God & using the power of Malchediael - they sure act no different than Iblees worshippers." He scoffs "Nub honor & bravery in flattin' em."

[Frawlic 1602]

A heavy breath was drawn, though swallowed by grief. For all the violence and massacre Dima had suffered, she could not seem to die.

[Yeetboy0206 1574]

Estevot Heymor prayed in the Skies for the salvation and protection of the innocent victims, living and dead, by GOD, and that He shines his light into the blackened souls of the Empire's cogs to remind them that they are men with morals and free will and not mindless machines built for slaughter and cruelty. More than anything else though, he prays for his sister, Vivian, that she may wake up to the Empire's wrongdoings and do the right thing, protecting the innocents being harmed and targeted in this mindless bloodlust and conquest.@Frisket

 

Maddock Tam teared up as he read this. It was worse than even he could imagine. He looked at his sleeping wife, their unborn child growing within her, and for a brief moment wondered how he could live with himself if he knew she was murdered so cruelly for such a petty reason that she had no fault in. He didn't go to sleep that night.

 

Lilac Rae Rhoswald stumbled upon this message that was likely not for her eyes, and she went to go take it to her daddy. "Someone left a scary letter Daddy." @ketof

Edited August 8, 2025 by Ryfin Chany
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[Chimeraof1999 1187]

A Kha, in study, would read over this missive with a flick with his ear. He sighed before rubbing his eyes in shame. A nation he served, murdering at the behest of the Empire. Of course, it’s happened before, this isn’t new. But the Kha ignored those, because he was clutched inside Numendil’s maw. He embraced an old dark, a better one, and now saw the truth. He folded the letter and leant into his paw.

“When does the torment end for the afraid or the weak? Why must there be evil?”

The creature remained silent after this, prepared for the worst.

 

An inferi sits in silence as he sits upon corpses of old. He yawns in boredom, unbothered by the stench until he was bothered by a sudden mailing Bird, infected by Moz. The letter was dropped and he retrieved it, removing the print as his bored expression began to sparkle into a toothy grin.

“So, chaos reigns… Hail the hell bringers…”