A Warning and a Call to Arms

[VenomKNight 52]

 

Spoiler

[!] A missive was posted in Iryalen and its vassals, a few made their way to the Mother Grove.

 

Late last month, the quiet streets of Iryalen were disturbed by a roving pack of demons. These creatures stormed in, demanding combat or submission. That we followers of the Aspects and the Wild Faith abandon our “False Gods” and accept the “true faith in unshackled darkness.” I thank those that sprang into action alongside myself that night in defending our home, despite the loss of the battle and the corruption of one of our trees. I also thank the Aspects that none were killed and injuries were kept minimal.

 

 

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To the druids of Azuras, I pray you heed my words. These creatures, deranged as they may be, are dangerous. Be wary on the roads. Keep a steady watch on any shrines to the Aspects or Mani that you know of, as they have already defaced Iryalen’s statues of Felixii and Kwakwani. But know this, as it appeared the tables may have begun to shift, they showed brief moments of fear, as noted by Brother Decay. Our numbers and our faith give us strength, do not let them shake you.

 

 

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To the denizens of Iryalen, this attack cannot go unpunished. These creatures will return again, and again. They will attempt to frighten you, capture you, curse you or burn you with their twisted Malflame. But our resolve must be stronger. The time is now for action. We have become stagnant in our peace, and for too long I have attempted to replicate the works of my predecessors. Instead, a new age of the mali’ame calls for new ideas, rooted in tradition. The teachings and ways of the Halerir’elame have done well to lay the groundwork for what is to come, and from its ashes rises the Sil’ahernleh Ame’onn, the Blessed Blades of the Forest. The time has come, brothers and sisters, to root out these aggressors that threaten our way of life.

 

We shall burn away the Darkness threatening this world.

 

The Wilds Know No Honor

 

Nalinor Caerme’onn, Eldiraar of Iryalen,

Chieftain of the Seed Caerme’onn, the Moose Druid

 

[PrimnyaQuorum 3999]

Upon a coast, or perhaps within a valley of eternal night, a Pale-Elf opens those slitted-eyes of his.

 

Dreams of brimstone and hellfire rattle across the Veil, like children shaking a doorknob.

 

A slow emotion swells in his heart, one long-dormant in favor of the peace he so treasures.

 

Fury. 

[fizzyquack 564]

Celia would look over this missive... her brows would raise, then furrow... 

"So the demons have come to play... with the drui of all people?"

She would then cackle, a smirk forming on her face.

"Let them come... I need to gain more decorative bones and horns for my home." 

Celia would then begin writing a letter, then would walk outside- possibly to send it off with a bird, but with Celia, who really knows if she'll send that letter? 

[Customable 304]

“So… More explosives next time?” Anna pondered in her strangely floral laboratory facing a very annoyed looking Kuruk, The Brazen

[DizzyGrey 1229]

A monster is informed of this missive through the little spies scattered within the Vale's defences.

 

A hand flexes, clad in crimson hellfire that had such scorched the central tree of the Malie'ame Vale, twisting such a pure creation into a mockery of all they stood for.

 

Draz-Vorzuth laughs in the depths of darkness, surrounded by the bodies of its victims.

Edited October 25, 2025 by DizzyGrey

[PrinceTheDM 275]

The Professor reads over the missive and frowns. "Things are getting messier by the day..." He sighs and folds the paper, "There is much more work to be done..."