IMPERIAL SUMMONS: THE ROT BENEATH

[Lenny 1616]

 

 

Issued and averred by the office of the

MAGISTER MILITUM & HIGH INQUISITOR

 

 

BENEATH THE LOFTY ELVEN CITY

Under HAELUNOR is naught but ROT, and what lies beneath is only the true form of the surface. The Sohaer has been complicit in hiding the daemon underneath their city since the initial colonization of the land. From miles across the continent, those with the nose to smell it could feel its lingering scent tingling their sense and causing disturbance. It had become akin to common knowledge that the proceedings beneath the city were transpiring, so say many in the number of Alduun, which aided in the razing of daemonic constructions, so say they that even the King of Idunia knew and wished to extrapolate them; however, there was no strike, until this Saint’s Day.

 

 

WHAT LAY BENEATH

 

Upon arrival at the gates of Haelunor, Prince Llewyn and Lord Vander demanded entry to the city with their retinue in tow; however, surprising both figures, the Haelunorians denied entry and spake:

 

“We need not let you in, we are a sovereign entity; come back when you’ve a meeting with our Sohaer . . .”

 

This, however, was not enough to stop the host, scaling the walls where they found entry. After some time, a hovel was found on the outskirts of the city. Sorvians aiding the darkspawn were brought before it and asked to open it- when they refused the bars before the part were instead cut down- so too the Sorvian was put to the sword for their false denials. 

 

Beneath the city abounded a labyrinth of devices which the malificar utilized. Children stolen from their beds in the night, stragglers on the road ambushed by daemon. What lay beneath the settlement of Haelunor was nothing more than the largest cultic amalgamation within settled lands. While the forces of His Imperial Majesty’s Inquisition, Alduun, Garenbrig, and the Trostine Guard smashed away at evil shrines, many of the city’s inhabitants- Elven residents and Sorvian constructions began to run, for they knew that if they stayed, they would be slaughtered for the complacency and active abrasion to the forces of good they had shown.

 

A depiction of the daemonic shrines found beneath the city.

 

WHAT BECOMES OF ROT

 

What becomes of ROT when found in a home? What becomes of a parasite when located on the host? The rot is removed, the parasite extracted. This is not the only pit of festering worms; there are more. Thus, the order has been given, those of faith you are compelled: SEEK AND DESTROY.

 

SUMMONS: THE SOHAER AND OFFICIALS OF HAELUNOR ARE CALLED TO STAND TRIAL IN ALDUUN. FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN THE COMPLETE DESTRUCTION OF THE CITY AND THE DISPLACEMENT OF ITS POPULATION.

SATURDAY 5PM EST

 

A depiction of the Righteous Host before the daemonic shrines.

 

 

AVE IMPERIUM!

 

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H V M A N I T A S    I N V I C T A

“Für Gott und Kaiser,”

 

HIS IMPERIAL HIGHNESS, Hadrian Tiberias of the House Horen, Crown Prince of the Empire,

Prince of Burgundy, Lord Justiciar of the Imperial Privy, Duke of Grense.

 

 

HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Tar-Zôrzagar Argelion Anorion Harren Arthalion, High King of Idunia, Prince of Númendil, Chief of the Númenedain and the Tribe of Harren, Defender of the Númenaranyë, Sovereign of Númenost and Alduun, Knight of the Realm, Slayer of the Gilded Queen, Master of the Sharadûn, Protector of the Adunians

 

 ALEA IACTA EST

 

HIS EXCELLENCY,  Aetius Vanderius, Legate of Legion II.

Magister Militum of the True Faith.

 

 

 VAE VICTUS

 

[Gaja 1311]

The Turtle Knight of the Ivory Tower, Frederick Euler, shakes his head. "These elves are hopeless."

[woke 1158]

"Good notion, Captain." said the infamous mingey knight, Sir Leofric.

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

Bon'Ox gasps.. then gasps again.. ACHOO!

The goblin rubs his reptile-like nose-holes on his face & shivers. "Time to peep if this will be another Norland..."

[Frisket 4538]

“When Mother gave into surrender, that is when Haelun’or truly died. I’m sad to see the state which exclaimed to be Gods and higher beings… to be nothing but a state of HYPOCRITES!”

 

Vivien yelled from her home in Rittensburgh after reading these news.

[KeiaTypeBeat 3277]

A seventeen year old 'aheral checks her nails after reading the missive. "Can't wait to tell Delphin I told you so at the trial." She fixes her bonnet, ensuring her ears are hidden. "It's fun to know things."

[Lumipire 110]

A white-silvered-haired Mali’aheral, once bright with joy and mirth, wept. For he had prayed the tidings were naught but falsehoods. Rumors spun by the foes of the Silver State, crafted to sow panic and tarnish its muster. Yet truth, cruel and cold, unveiled itself before him. Still, he clung to hope - or perhaps to a gentle delusion. And with a half-smile caught between sorrow, he turned away. The sound of his footsteps fading softly into the distance. 

[The Vulgate Cycle 577]

Arthur read the summons and from his towers, gazed out at Haelunor. He shook his head. Another betrayal, another lair of evil. He started preparing to help the innocent out should it be destroyed.
"Too stupid to live." He murmured bitterly.

Edited November 15, 2025 by The Vulgate Cycle

[lemonke 6014]

Spoiler

 

 

[!] Several missives of something so eccentric would be spread across the world, and especially around the silver city where the former xionists dwelled. Paper made from human faces and the skin of the innocent. 

 

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THE GREAT SMILEBONE EXTENDS HER GRAND SALUTE TO THE HONORABLE ADUNIANS FOR THEIR RIGHTEOUS DEED. YOU HAVE DONE WELL IN STRIKING DOWN THE SLUMBERING XIONISTS. THOUGH, I MUST SAY, THEY DOOOOOOOO TRULY LOVE BETRAYING ONE ANOTHER. IT WAS THROUGH ONE OF THEIR OWN THAT I LEARNED OF THEIR HIDING PLACES AND PRECIOUS SECRETS. PLEASE, OFFER A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR VOY, ADELINA, WHATEVER NAME SHE PARADES AROUND WITH NOW. A NECROMANCER SO BLINDED BY HER GREED FOR IMMORTALITY THAT SHE CLUNG TO MY WORDS OF “TRUST” AND ESCORTED ME RIGHT INTO YOUR LITTLE LAIR! I DO APOLOGIZE THAT THINGS UNFOLDED THIS WAY, XIONISTS AND FORMER XIONISTS ALIKE, BUT YOU HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELVES FOR TRUSTING THAT NECROMANCER AND HER KIND TO ALLOW ME TO BREAK IN.

 

BETRAYERS LINGER EVERYWHERE. ONCE A BACKSTABBER, FOREVER A BACKSTABBER.

 

KAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAK!

 

BUT NO MATTER. SMILEBONE, OVERLORD OF ALL UNDEATH, IS AS MERCIFUL AS SHE IS CUNNING, MUCH LIKE THE ARCHDEMON SOLOMON, THE BLACK PONTIFF! XIONIST, HEAR THIS WELL: I WILL BE THE BOOGEYMAN BENEATH YOUR BED, THE OWL WATCHING FROM THE DARK, THE NIGHTMARE YOU CANNOT ESCAPE. YOU WILL REMEMBER ME AS A CANCER IN YOUR LUNGS. HOWEVER… SHOULD YOU SUBMIT YOURSELVES TO THE BLACK CHURCH AND STAND AS SOLDIERS AT MY SIDE, AID AND SUPPORT SHALL BE GRANTED TO YOU. I DON'T SEEK TO ENSLAVE BUT TO EMPOWER YOU.

 

IF NOT, REMEMBER THIS.

 

YOU ARE NOT SAFE, NOR ARE YOUR SECRETS.

 

AND YOU CANNOT HARM ME.

 

I WILL BREAK INTO YOUR LAIR AS I HAVE DONE THIS DAY!

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆
 

Spoiler

@Xergarok @Hawkeye_Gough  @_Leyd  @xo31

 

Please, don't get mad at me. I am just roleplaying my character.

 

[PrinceTheDM 275]

A valah scholar looks at the missive with true bewilderment. He took a deep breath and placed the letter down, as tea was placed in front of him. A light hand reached upon his shoulder, as if to ease him or keep him sat down. His first instinct was to write letters to as many people as he could, but no longer was he bound by those chains. 

 

He took his glasses off, looking up at the one he cared for most with a worrying gaze. "Let's make sure to attend the trial if possible." He said to the figure, steadying the tea to his lips as a deep sigh escaped his lips. 

[candyzeroyal 168]

Eir Maor  looked up towards the parchment pinned upon the Empires board. Somethung stirred within her, it was nothing but PURE BLISS. "Ah.. finally, those cowards are seen for what they truly are, and they claimed celia'nor hid darkspawn whilst their own nation is covered in them? What hypocrites" she plans to attend this trial.

[Xergarok 811]

4 hours ago, lemonke said:

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The Barrowlord eventually received one of the many missives, be they of Man, Undead, or Inferi. They handed the message to their squire, a well-built warrior who consumed the missive whole. The Barrowlord merely pondered, and began the implementation of a new plan. "That little rat has a point... But Smilebone has no bones... Not a true Smilebone then but a pretender... What could this gremlin offer our Sister then? Lies... They trade in naught but lies... It would appear that a singular raid does get a lot of traction though... A battle lost, but not the war. We shall never kneel to these beasts!" 

[Navigator 4260]

"The saying went "Oren delenda est", not "daemon delenda est". We had nothing to do with this. . ."

Spoke the Archprince of Dread, when the missive was brought to him by one of his little batlings.

"I should attend. . . It ought to be fun!"

[Hungy 66]

Learza Reavenkind read the missive in shock and disbelief. She fell still for a moment.
One would swear she was holding her breath in that time, for how unmoving she remained.
"By the Flame..." Is all she murmured. This Mali'aheral had no known fondness for the city and their laws.
"Many will be relieved by this, whilst others will curse this day 'till the ends of their own."
"What of them?" She then asked herself, wondering what would happen to her friends whom reside within those very walls.
If time allows, Learza would make her way to the trial. 

[Zindran 590]

The Okarir'indor is awoken from his slumber by news of this missive, frowning. "Didn't even mention my own or Laerdya's cooperation from our arrival? Man, that's a bummer."

 

((On an OOC note, if you're going to call all officials to something this urgent, please ask what our schedules are. I was not thinking I'd need to spend 7 hours of vacation time to leave work early today.