~ * ~ Missive: The Celestial Shepherd ~ * ~

[Stag 3229]

Spoiler

 

 

*In the enclaves of magic, both voidal and divine, missives would be pinned. The parchment exudes ambient arcana as small starlit drops drip from the page. Those choosing to retrieve and hold the missive would find the colorless wisps begin to take on the color of their own aura, whether they knew it or not.*

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To my fellow descendants and brethren beneath the Veil. The one who penned this missive has seen centuries pass and bore witness to the unceasing darkness that drives our forced migration across the realms. 

 

The intent of this message is one of unity. For in our collective understanding we find both balance and prosperity. Above all else it is our collaboration that allows us to survive. Survive not just each other but existential threats. The Void, abyssal monsters, the wrath of fallen Daemons, the hellfire of alien realms, calamity.

 

We know too well of that abyssal darkness just past the horizon of our world. An unending death marches towards us warded only by the divine nature of creation. This curtain of protection known as the Veil, the mortal bastion, cannot withstand the torrents of nothingness alone. Not as it once did. It now exists as a patchwork quilt burned through in too many spots to count. A beggars cloak told to withstand the winter chill.

 

There was a time where my powers allowed me to speak directly to those Arcanists who practiced my gift. It was through this arte that we brought Order to Chaos and illuminated the path for others. We found purpose in healing the sunderings and warding off the horrors. Our Celestial partners were released back to the Veil as capable guardians who still fight on our behalf.

 

Now, with my power sealed, I write to you not under a cloak of magic like I once did. Instead I write humbly for those stalwart defenders of our realm to begin mustering their defenses and preparing their arsenals. In my travels through the outer realms I witnessed a curdling amongst the Veil. The ambient cloak keeping all of our realm alive has long been breached and is ripe for mass incursion. I am no prophet, nor Aengul, and I can give no timeline for when future rifts might occur yet I know it in my soul to be inevitable. The Chromaweave was just the beginning. We cannot fight alone. Through unity we survive. Balance is the queller of calamity.

 

Under the gifted stars we all do seek to live out a life. We all share these stars just as we share the the act of living. Figure out your justice, fight your wars if you must, and find a way to survive. The cycle of corruption must be thwarted. Else we will soon run out of continents to escape to. 

 

So long as the Veil should hold, 

The Celestial Shepherd

*After the missive has been held and then read it slowly begins to crumble. Not to dust but rather it flakes off into small ethereal white butterflies that float ever upward. The one holding it would feel a tingling sensation in mind; A boon of creativity, a spark of inspiration, or perhaps the pinging sensation of anxiety, or looming dread.*

 

 

 

[Frisket 4538]

“I…I am getting tired of these other mages trying their hardest to call for unity without objective. Maybe they should find time to meet the guilds across the lands of Azuras, rather than write vauge letters… though this is better than that recent missive about the void….”

 

Vivien seemed to be sick, both literally and figuratively. The woman sniffles up a snot which hung from her cherry colored nose

 

who knew elf’s can be sick.

[PrimnyaQuorum 3999]

A Pale-Elf reads over the paper; his other hand cradles a relic of a time long past.

 

Perhaps, the notion that enters his mind bids, such a time is not gone.

 

 

[Johann 2498]

"Ooo.. Many promising mages showing face. Exciting!", cheered May as she read of the Celestial Shepard's exploits. "I didn't know there were so many of you."

 

"This one's definitely a wizard-type, don't you guys think so?" She added to her fellows by the newly furnished fireplace at the Society. @NotAPan @Nen

[Morigung-oog 5697]

"No mage is truly benevolent. What a load of senseless drivel."

 

Spat a scion, who crumbled up the missive and tossed it into the flames of her fireplace. Alas, this day, her paranoia had gotten the better of her. Her trust in magi had been utterly crushed.

[NotAPan 3052]

"More than so. We must bring them in immediately!" Taela chimed alongside May. She too was mesmerized by the magic of ages past, struck by what had been possible in their time. @Johann@Nen