EXTERMINATUS ORDER: MAGI

[Bethinwonderland 2213]

Spoiler

If I had a nickel for every time the "kill all mages" was sounded off. I'd be RICH

 

[Onnensr 1908]

His Eminence, Cardinal Nerium af Malinor, gripped the missive in his hands, knees wobbling, lips drooling, shoulders tensed high, as he rattled like a wet kitten with the utter-most delight and joy. An unbidden giggle escaped him again and again and again. The Empire may have entirely fucked his plans with their sham college and stolen the authority over those affairs from the Church, but nothing was so sweet as to see that their plans converged at the same, singular conclusion. Exterminatus. 

With a saccharine, "YIPPEE~!" He sprinted frantically to the address of one Arn Honeywine. He had a special black book clenched in his fist. One he would use to punish all those that had not defended his commission some years ago. 

[Mestvin 947]

"Dont worry mages i have enough soul jars to keep you "alive" " laughed the necromancer as number of his followers have risen.

[wowj 9747]

[no metagamings this posts]

An Interview with Weston (The Wizard) by one of the Scribes who writes news begins to play in a crystalline structure.

"So, how do you feel about this extermination order on Mages?"

"How did you get into my VVizard tower???"

The Interview ended after the Scribe was translocated into the middle of the Ocean.

[Rig 17580]

"I HAVE BEEN SAYING THIS!" shrieked High Inquisitor Gaius.

[Chimeraof1999 1187]

“Finally. The empire does something I freakin’ like.”

The Kha is pleased and hangs this missive.

[JustMeMorgan 2065]

Saneral would write to his students [ @ArmouredSkelly @ClassyDryad ] As well as [ @mika1278 ]

 

"The Empire's plans are brilliant! Pit every free state of Azuras against them with war, and then outlaw mages and destroy their own institutions forcing any mage residing in the Empire to flee or die! Absolutely brilliant move- Perhaps we should advertise Cerulia's large magical institutions and facilities as many of these mages will be moving here or perhaps to the Mage's Guild. Nevertheless the real question is this- how does one go around getting a permission writ? Surely if one goes up to the authority they would be executed on the spot for not being a registered mage, so clearly this is a ploy from the Empire to get mages to admit themselves for execution, horrible trick really.

 

Signed, Saneral."

 

[ArgentEra 459]

A clockwork sparrow sat expectantly as it’s crafter read the missive. Eyes of glass with gears whirling behind that seemed almost curious in how he would act.

As his thumb grazed over the stamp upon the bottom edge, he let out a sigh that was felt in the entire body. 
 

“Take it tae the others. They should know.” He gave the command, penning a particular name on the envelope.

 

He placed the scroll into the little bird’s delivery basket, sending it away. 

Edited December 30, 2025 by ArgentEra

[nepir 472]

*A clockwork sparrow landed in his aviary, just when he was enjoying his tea, the origin. one that gave him a smile yet knowing their constructs rarely came out of an offer for tea. opening the missive it did not take long for the elder to place down his tea looking out over the seas.* 

 

“And so a speck of time aims to eradicate something far beyond its own scope a blind pup born of a lineage that had its own order of mages prior to this and prior to the last hunt. The mistakes made by its seed bearers. A never ending cycle.”

 

*Raising from his seat he sent the clockwork sparrow off to its creator. As he entered the halls he spoke in the warm air created by the very magic it wished to destroy.* “You will fail. I am just glad some of my students do not have to go through being exiled and hunted by their own people.”

 

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

A Shaman, who was denied the license many years ago, glances at the missive:
 

[Apotolofo 2204]

A certain undead sorceress, who has never helped with the 'iblees worshipping' narrative, can't help but snort as she views the page. 

[SimonItorp 124]

An arcane warrior and Archmage stood in the halls of his tower, where the forge glow bright and steel sings from the swings of one warped metal hammer. "No surprise there, even you seek any kind of excuse for violence, no better than the Empire long before yours," did that elf sigh as the missive is thrown into the lava that heated his iron, the forging process started anew.