The Remembrance of Nohr - Demands to Lichtenwald

[King_Kunuk 3022]

 

[!]The following letter was sent to the Lichtenwald community via a small Pygmy Drake

‡The Remembrance of Nohr‡

 

Hear my words, heathen Witches and Wretched Spawn of Lichtenwald

 

Your disrespect to Dragon Kind has been noticed from the great peaks of Tor’Urldar in distant Lavaridge

 

The statue of our kinsmen, Blessed Nohr, stands in your hell tainted glades.

 

This insult to the Children of Azdromoth shall not be tolerated.

 

The Third Eye has seen and the Qahnaarin seeks your heathen blood.

 

With their combined wills, I make their demands known to your cowardly ears.

 

Give us this monument intact by the end of The Grand Harvest and dawn of the year 268 of the second age.

 

Or face our Fire.

 

Face our Steel.

Face our Wrath.

 

And be beholden to Death.

 

The Crimson Sorcerer

 

[lemonke 6014]

A Necromancer sweats profoundly but reading the anged was directed to that particular village brought her joy.

 

She was glad the demons were taking all the blame for doing evil things upon Nohr. Another weaver victory!

[Karina 1881]

A letter found its way towards the sender
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"You are a fool, and worst of all; think that Nohr would ever associate with you. Let alone those of Tor. It is not your place to right this dishonor, it is Mul'naars; and beyond all else, mine. I, who stand as her mortal remembrance. You speak of cowardice, but she never would have accepted your place amongst their kind. You will not invoke her name. Certainly not for this wretched attempt at caring for the mortal plane. Speak her name again, and I will wrap my claws around your throat and squeeze. 

- Sylvara"  

[Conqueror 424]

AR'KAAN beheld the statues' likeness. He beheld it from the heavens, and on that day the Warlocks could see a faint streak of light far above clouds.

 

An eye is on them. It was not Ar'Kaan's.

[Pallodium 3775]

There is an entity, primeval to most. It needs not gaze upon the parchment. It knows what the writer prattles of. It cares little.

 

Ruin. Fate. Those topics had entranced it in an era past.

 

It cared little now.

“Nᴏʜʀ.”

 

It begat a bare word. It’s peon’s name.

[lemonke 6014]

12 minutes ago, Pallodium said:

There is an entity, primeval to most. It needs not gaze upon the parchment. It knows what the writer prattles of. It cares little.

 

Ruin. Fate. Those topics had entranced it in an era past.

 

It cared little now.

“Nᴏʜʀ.”

 

It begat a bare word. It’s peon’s name.

Spoiler

And then he goes back to sleep

 

[Navigator 4260]

A frequent passerby upon that village, the letter had found itself in his possession by change. The Demon King cracked a wide grin, and a chuckle soon followed, a choir of overlapped voices spewing from its glowing, flame-dripping maw.

 

"How you prattle on, childer of fate... The Broodmother will see your insolence corrected, and will see to it that Fate and Ruin serve the correct master once more... Azdromoth may have forsaken his promise in exchange for penance and power, but we have not forgotten. Roza-Vhorazu."

[ProcaPro 557]

A wandering leper looks upon the words with mild interest.

Nohr.

The name dredges some memory in her addled mind, some fight. Blood on stone, claws at her throat, a stolen helmet slamming into its owner's head.

The memory is gone as soon as it comes, back to the depths with little fanfare as the Leper moves on. This isn't of her concern.