IMPERIAL DECREE | Suffer Not The Witch

[candyzeroyal 168]

Eir Maor sipped a small cup of tea, reading this missive as if it were regular news, a smile still plastered on her face. Unwavering and unending she would remain smiling as that wretched "silver" city finally faced the end it deserved . Those hypocrites shall burn as they should have done long ago

[MonteGiant 891]

 

The gutwrenching orchestra of blades upon flesh...   Whoosh. . .   Squelch. . .   Crunch. . .   Such a symphony could only be heard within the Throne Hall of Idunia, for therein lies the blood of Haelunor. Their ideas of racial supremacy would grant them no succor upon that day. . .   Rodrigo of the Panaka of Leomonte was present at such a massacre; however, his invincible hands would not flourish in the slaying of Elves, only being put forth to capture a criminal. He, a profound warrior of the fierce and radiant Huaca Manko Capac, wished to sever this elf’s connection from the deity for many a moon since he heard of him from Captain Vander oh so long ago. . .    The Radiant Tawantinsuyin Templar Had Achieved Such A Goal, For Xavier Adiler’s Tie to Manko Capac Remains No More.

[Xergarok 811]

The Barrowlord vacated the Silver City as soon as it learned of a traitor in their midst, and found their Menhirs smashed in the caves beneath their laboratory. That was it, it thought to itself. Unfortunate, for the caverns had potential. When the news of the consequences of their presence became known to it, it felt sorry for those Haelun'oreans. How they would be punished for the slithering nature of the Barrowlord and its Synod. But so too would in their hearts fester the very hatred that festered in its own amalgam of souls. "So mote it be... There is no entity with agency and power more brutal in recent memory. The High Hells should be impressed by the deeds of the Empire and Idunia..." He pondered to himself.