A Missive to the Masses

[Keening 1264]

 

[!] This missive is spread far and wide, delivered in the night to open cities and empty taverns.

The title is illegible to those incapable of reading Al’tahrn-Durngo, but the main bodies of text are written in Common.

 

(Translation: Broken Coward)

 

To the Denizens of Azuras,

 

You were told of great evils lurking beneath Haelun’or; of daemon worshippers hidden in the deep, of tunnels and caverns littered with shrines dedicated to Black Gods. What you truly discovered were the withered remains of a once-great Synod; the final ‘bastion’ of Xion.

 

There was no cult of warlocks or child-killers. Indeed, it was the duty of this failed Synod to hunt and destroy such things - to ultimately vanquish the maleficar which have bled across the whole of Azuras and polluted every city on the continent.

 

This falsity was penned by the same soldiers who severed the heads of an unarmed delegation; a dozen or more elves, some being children. While this atrocity unfolded, the Templars of Idunia did nothing to protect their innocent charge.

 

They stood idly by and watched the slaughter of their fellow descendants.

 

They are not harbingers of peace, but vain soldiers of an Aengul who seeks only strength and power. If they believed in their own dogma and wished to protect descendants, they would have rejected their orders and chosen to think for themselves; they would have slain Acalmaehr where he stood, then released his innocent people so they might continue on with their lives.

 

As the blood ran, an Aengul revealed itself before the masses and proclaimed its covenant must be upheld; the Silver State was to be destroyed completely.

 

This begs the question - was the loss of so many innocent lives and the eradication of Haelun’or preordained?

 

 

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To Acalmaehr,

 

You are known to most as an ignorant leader, but you are scarcely more than a coward; a victim of your own design. Your incompetence guaranteed the death of your people, for you briefly held an opportunity to spare them; to accept the summons and travel on your lonesome to announce your beliefs before the whole of Alduun and the world.

 

You could have been the martyr which revealed our purpose and corrected the foul claims of what lay beneath the streets of your city - yet you chose to feign ignorance. I come now as a Xionist to cast your name into the dirt; for you are fickle in mind and belief. You thought your life would be spared if you were merely deemed inept.

 

You killed your people.

You died a coward.

You succumbed to the Old Dark.

You are an affront to Xion.

 

Brother Ryker

@JustMeMorgan

[lemonke 6014]

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[JustMeMorgan 2066]

An elf stared at the paper for a moment squinting at the writing. “They were looking to exterminate Haelun’or through any means. It’d have made no difference.” He’d simply air to the hollow grotto he had secured by a roadside. “I also enjoy how I am the scapegoat- oh dear Valindra… how I now know how you feel. Perhaps I cannot wholly retire.”

[Lenny 1615]

Argelion Zôrzagar, The High King of Idunia, grimaced upon observing the Xionist drivel pinned upon a wall which regarded this Synod as a ‘great’ one and words about ‘Black Gods’. His hand rose to tear it down, and chucked it far off into the distance before he wandered on!

[Morigung-oog 5697]

23 minutes ago, JustMeMorgan said:

An elf stared at the paper for a moment squinting at the writing. “They were looking to exterminate Haelun’or through any means. It’d have made no difference.” He’d simply air to the hollow grotto he had secured by a roadside. “I also enjoy how I am the scapegoat- oh dear Valindra… how I now know how you feel. Perhaps I cannot wholly retire.”

 

"Too little- too late."

 

A mournful choir sounded from distant lands. There came no anger from the ethereal trio, only pity.. And perhaps that was what was most saddening of all.

[Hawkeye_Gough 624]

The Synodic custodian, a mere Sorvian charged with caring for countless Undead, kept his stoic and faceless gaze upon the missive in his motionless hands.

 

"An ugly word; the Old are so called to their Primeval Ways and their sleeping terms."

 

A few moments pass, and then seconds, and then hours in silence before the Sorvian finishes his thought.

 

"But it is not my place to pass Judgement. That is Razaak's charge."

[Xergarok 811]

The Barrowlord of the Synod read the papers, and could feel the sensation of nostalgia at the sight of such familiar iconography and usage of an ancient lexicon. His student was a most devout follower of the Way, be it Primeval, Old, or New... Would he be able to see the vision of his tutor? Would he take the opportunity to unite, rather than divide? Their most recent lesson had assured him that this was indeed a zealot who would further their cause. The direction of this zeal was yet to be fully determined. "Let us get back to work... This minor setback shan't take up any more of our time. The Way is forwards." ushered he then to his scribe.

[xo31 3979]

A DIFFERENT BARROWLORD READ UPON THE WORDS, AND A GREAT, WICKED SMILE GREW ACROSS IT'S GHOSTLY FACE.

 

THE WIGHT CONTINUED TO READ A RECOVERED BOOK, DETAILING PAST SYNODS.

 

 

[Ardory 2978]

Zabub’Lur, way past his prime, tightens his clutch around the missive. A vein pulsing upon his forehead.

 

8 hours ago, Keening said:

Xionist

8 hours ago, Keening said:

You succumbed to the Old Dark.

You are an affront to Xion.

8 hours ago, Keening said:

Xion

 

His tusks grit with pure anger, throwing the missive onto the floor and stomping on it multiple times.

[KidKrinkles 2044]

—{☼}—

The bowie-knight had been there for the slaughter, perched in the rafters.

He remembered how quickly it all unraveled, sitting above with an old friend, simply curious to see how the proceedings might go. Numenedain justice was often swift. Idunian justice, if it could even be called that, proved far swifter.

He’d lifted his shield to turn a young pair of eyes from the carnage below; watching elves in droves press against the iron bars of the suddenly-snapped gate. Their fingers reached for a freedom their bodies could not follow; though their spirits fled in droves, slipping through the cracks and spaces, driven on by once-righteous blades and the insistence of their leash-handlers.

—{☼}—

“...didn’t think ah’d see so many great betrayals’a justice turned massacres in my time, but here I am.”

He’d always said Xionists would make some fine points if they weren’t all such assholes,

though today, it seemed few were trying to make themselves look any better.