TO THE BLESSED ONES

[PolarLoLs 984]

 

 

Small embers of red flames littered the skies like stars, A figure flew through the sky- but those figures turned many, demonic entities small and frail flapped mangled wings through the skies. Leading that flock was a creature barely larger than a bat, wings large and teeth overbearing, eyes were six and its screeches echo’d through the newland skies  and parchment would reign upon each realm. Eventually each scroll found its way to a Cursed Child, it read as follows

 

 

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If you decided to see you would have dreamt- the auguries which litter the recent minds of your ilk only exist to bestow wisdom. Times have changed and you cannot be blind to your destinies no more- your true nature must be embraced. I have walked those black streets and seen the mantles you are destined to take. 

 

You have witnessed strength and the cowardice of your mothers and fathers in the face of retribution. Do not be like them, a banner lies and awaits for you to raise them- unite beneath The Eye and you shall find sanction, Learn not to dread your own death because of this curse laid upon you- This is my call for lost children, heed it or find yourself consumed.

ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴏɴᴇ

ᴅᴏᴍɪɴɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ

 

-The Black Bishop

 

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[Cheese 8881]

“Absolutely not,” Said one mother as she read the paper over the shoulder of her own cursed daughters. She plucked each one from them, and instead handed them off to her husband. “They do not need to be involved in that mess of politics.”

[Ninjay 1184]

2 hours ago, Cheese said:

“Absolutely not,” Said one mother as she read the paper over the shoulder of her own cursed daughters. She plucked each one from them, and instead handed them off to her husband. “They do not need to be involved in that mess of politics.”

Somewhere, a mage recalled the time he had met another - another mage, and mother of such children.

”… The demons might make better parents.”

[PrinceJose270 1211]

Somewhere, A old cursed child had gotten such word... yet no response was made, no comment. just...writing...

[Gaea_Foundation 625]

Atronach eyes scanned the contents of the page, rolling as inky orbs of oblivion dotted the space around her. "Worthless." The mage commented in a flat tone as she tossed the paper to a newly conjured creature, who shredded it to scraps upon its teeth.