[First Light] Piercing Rays

[Johann 2498]

Piercing Rays

 

 

[!] As the waking world basked in the rays of lost purity, no crevice or vestige of Azuras was left spared from its wave of blinding radiance. Every article and item of a reflective or light-absorbent nature is embraced by a marblescent sheen, while every dark-touched soul fathoms a vindictive, burdening judgement of scrutiny.

 

The following prophecy is available to all practitioners of holy-deific magic, current and former, and all individuals possessing [Prophecy]. 

 

It is unseen by those considered an “Apostate” in Clerics of Tahariae lore.

 

[✴] Words of divine inspiration illuminate your mind’s eye, superseding any muse or lesser thought. Any conception of sin, doubt or anxiety departs your conscience and leaves only a pristine slate for an augury to be etched upon. An antlered majesty announces its words steadfast, foretelling a looming and imminent threat:

 

—

 

Darkness and shadow encroaches the land,

 

A divine heresy, grievous and grand.

 

From purity’s garden shall it emerge,

 

A black hand brushing blacker stone, a solemn dirge.

 

—

 

Grafter of the Old Dark, who shall be untombed,

 

A wound upon the World, so deeply exhumed.

 

Shambling from its abyss, a wailing legion,

 

Dealing its death upon every region.

 

—

 

Purity’s rays shall in time pierce the night,

 

When mortalkind atones and exalts His light.

 

Lest Entropy claims its shrouded throne,

 

And the Staghero slumbers evermore, in stone.

 

—

 

[Pallodium 3775]

 

[⊛] Higher powers ruminate; a decaying palm arises from the image of deterioration, blackened and drenched in its own lightless might. Withering all semblances of life, tarnishing marblescent stone, it clasps about an ancient cavern and lets erosion seethe within, a mantra elapsing from lipless churns. 

 

Encloaked in shadow, at the edge of the world’s vision; the effigy smiles with a face one cannot see, with a mouth it does not have. A seal unravels itself, as entropy fills the gaps sundered; from their antediluvian origins does it act, bidding the abhorrent into being. 

 

“Rɪꜱᴇ.” 

 

The primaestro invokes.

 

 

[frvma 1014]

Spoiler

i did not embarrass myself in front of the whole forums with my original reply. no i did not. 

An adherent to the Stag bathed in the light that bathed the world for those few precious seconds. Was this the sign she has been waiting centuries for?

 

While she was blind to the prophecy, she could not help but wonder on those few shining moments on Azuras.

[Evonpire 2014]

Aer'dir clutches his head within his hands, as the words are plastered onto his mind. "Why do you taunt me Heavens?" - "Have I not suffered enough for you?" He clenches his jaw, as the Scars bite at his psyche.

[Spoopy_Duck 3217]

Within the eastern forests, an elf was in the midst of making her journey home when she came to a sudden pause as the usualy dark forest found itself brightened by this strange divine light. As she stared in awe a pain seemed to alight itself in her arm as the voice rang out in her head. "Order is gone..." she mumbled to herself seemingly on repeat. "He is dead and chaos lives. Yet, perhaps there is still a chance to stand." The words came uncertain to the trees that heard them. Before the elf continued her journey home.

[SacredSource 397]

 

 

Oʀᴅᴇʀ.

The word ruminated in the mind of a bannerman of the eight-pointed star. That banner that had witnessed the downfall of his Lord and the supposed end to the war.  Yet the war had never ended for Richard nor the Banner. The mission of the Triumvirate remains.

 

When the heavens split with light, Richard halted mid stride. The cascading brilliance was his calling, the benediction to be held. His fingers traced across the eight-pointed star of his banner catching the glow. That familiar weight upon his shoulders. Duty, Memory, Oath. 

The world was awaiting a verdict. The world awaits vengeance for that wretched abyssal blight of yore.

The time had come once more. 

“Our Service Eternal”  The Wyrmstalker intoned under his breath. The words anchored against him in radiance.

“Guide me, and I shall walk.”

“Liturgy is Our Salvation.”

 

[marsloll 1384]

She had long put the past behind her, after all of those years. The reminder - emblazoned 'pon greying skin - was enough for her mind to take without the requirement of dwelling on what could've, should've, would've been done.  Yet still that radiant light pierced that Wyrmstalker's mind and vessel like a clean arrow - true and pure. Words fell upon a mind that had since buried too much underneath the rubbles of time.

 

At the end of it all, teeth grit and lips parted into a grimace - gloved hands balled up into tight fists that made leather squeak.

 

Heavens calling upon their ants of subjects can only means desperation. There will be no fool made out of me. There will only be but one.

 

As much as time would like to heal all wounds, scars too great permeate the flesh in eternity.

The light does not hide those scars, and casts warmth upon broken skin - a reminder of survival and judgement.

[trinn 5128]

Raelwyn frowns when both his roommates Farah and the Nameless Nikolai both convulse in their sleep from their bad dreams...

[BlauRps 545]

The elderly Templar, Arthur Helfgott, would be walking with his son, Ser Aviel ( @Digit___), before he brought his left hand to the side of his head as the Words of the Divine echoed in his mind, the elder's eyes glowed faintly before returning to normal.

 

"Purity and Light.. I need to meditate on these words when we get home." He spoke as he looked to Aviel

[RaiderBlue 1064]

Serving people within what feeble way he could, Nikolai, the once chaptermaster, remained in a simple role he had taken many times before, that of a Farmer. Crouched upon a small field, plucking produce from the ground in preparation for the seasonal harvest, when purity made itself known across the realm of Azuras. A pause echoed over the old man's form as purity struck within the confines of his mind, and the withered form of a former man slowly turned back towards a small homestead.

As memories beyond purity entered his mind. One of a fallen brother and mentor.

Time had continued, order was near forgotten, and the ageless man, while withered, had not aged since his chosen lord's fall. A single line of questioning lingered within the man's mind: Why did he still linger? Was there a purpose to his continued existence? Was there any weight to his words spoken to his mentor's final moments?
 

The old man could only raise himself from the field, trekking forward within the abode before opening some hidden place of security and retrieving a sole item. A blade entirely coated in worn cloth and bandage to hide its nature, the once-glimmering Lux had long since been dimmed. Though as the bandage turned for the first time in many years, the deific blade shone for but a few moments.

[Digit___ 1224]

18 minutes ago, BlauRps said:

The elderly Templar, Arthur Helfgott, would be walking with his son, Ser Aviel ( @Digit___), before he brought his left hand to the side of his head as the Words of the Divine echoed in his mind, the elder's eyes glowed faintly before returning to normal.

 

"Purity and Light.. I need to meditate on these words when we get home." He spoke as he looked to Aviel

“Purity an’ Light?” That Knight echoed as an inquiry to his elderly father (@BlauRps). Ser Aviel’s keen sight noting the faint glow before giving Arthur a nod. “Aye, let’s ‘ead home.”

[xo31 3979]

A follower of the Staglord looked to the skies with wide eyes, as that purity washed over him.

"Give unto me your mission, and it will be done."

[Norgeth 1894]

Bor of Hazum wasn't used to seeing visions beyond that of his patron Spirit; he wasn't a Farseer, far from it. So when light flashed in the skies above his eatery, the barbarous Spiritual Leader was shocked when he received that message of purity, a warning of darkness. "Oh. . . Taht noh guud soundin'. . ." mumbled the jolly Hillspeaker as he looked briefly to an imposing warcleaver that sat under the bar "Bor keep eye out hrmm, guud ideah ayeh."

[latte 2238]

The Mali'aheral shrouded in Gold turned her gaze up to the immaculate rays of light. Her destiny called to her then, her purpose, her weight of existence: to serve. Heluwen Athna knew then, that it was time. 

 

"Liturgy is our salvation," she uttered to herself, before making way towards the keep with a quickened pace.

[Cally 1080]

Admist a courtyard of flower and stone did judgement find the age-ridden seraphim. Blinking back her calls of war as heavens reminded her of their losses. Gaze gone milky white as she cursed the skies above for the ridicule of suffering.

"Let goodness be superior. . ."

Images of purity in life flashed in faces old and new,

qualms of gentle remembrance in their wake.