You Reap What You Sow

[Rig 17580]

[!] An unembellished letter is found, unsigned except for a broad talon mark written in Orcish blood at the bottom, stamped for authenticity.

 

It was a day like any other when I crossed into your gate with the assistance of my ally from the Black Church. He clipped the bars, we entered, and we laid your people low. A few were brave enough to escape, the rest died, including the brave Orc from the Horde who sought to protect you from us. I care little that you killed the weakling in front of the temple. However, do not think that an offense against my rule goes unprosecuted, and that you may simply waltz into our lands unhindered. Yes, you slaughtered one of us. Who? I cannot say. The weakest among us have no purpose.

 

However, all of you are weak links when you stand apart, and today you sallied forth like moths orbiting a sweltering lantern's flame. I had thought you would offer me a substantial challenge. One of you got away, he would rather see the rest of his peers lose than to stand and die with his allies. The difference, I suppose, between Cerulia and the Black Church is that the Black Church does not hide who they are. How many insidious rogue apostates lurk in the underbelly of this wicked den of villainy? Your mere posters reveal the "evil" that lurks here, yet your allies rally for you regardless, and die in droves to protect you. It is a great con for sure, I commend the way you have managed to manipulate these brave Dwed men and women to defend you while you run or hide in the rafters of your homes every time an enemy force arrives.

 

Remember wisely, reconsider it next time when you enter the lands of the Inferi.

[Venomous_Pup 2978]

"Time to brew some unlicensed malicious potions." Spoke a Witch, as she slots some googles over her eyes. 

[_Leyd 1010]

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Wretched, squelching flesh and chittering bone. A false thing, a bastardized drake beholding no majesty; perched ‘pon a pulpit before a congregation of figures too enamored in their praise to realize his being there.

 

Some bloat-fly wizzes forth, spitting forth bile and papyrus, word of this missive came before mortal eyes had seen it for themselves.

 

He does not conclude his preening, corpse-worms are plucked from blackened scales and yet; to one veiled at his flank, the patchwork of men and women who spoke for him like some tone-deaf choir;

 

”How many Men would shed their FAITH in each other, if only they knew the depravity of their Sins? What facades take they, if only to guise the truth of their being.. War, endless war, Kings, Princes, elves and men; shamans, priests, clerics and scribes.. How many devote themselves to my kin, and yet believe not the stories of That Which Sees?”

 

A whisper in turn, though many might claim them to be his own, no matter, he bids his conclusion as though none SHOULD question. 
 

“War, endless war.. Send the hordes, reinforce our kin until every faithful servant of my Father rises from mortaldom to wield their Lorraines inverse; to topple their shrines and their barbaric totems. God is dead, and they have replaced 

Him.”  - “Hail the General Vriza, Hail Ixris, and Hail My Father.” 

[Beardicuss 486]

 

Thriku had just emerged from the healing waters his jaw still aching from the hit dealt to him by the so called "Vizier of hell" of the temple when he found the the note and as he read a slow bloodthirsty smile took him as he filled with mild amusement

 

“Vereh brave r tuh Nûfthrein now w’en tuh Warriors r asleep nea w’en weh sent t’ier Khorvad arse kissin voizir back ta tuh ‘ell ‘e crawled out uv?

A loud and deep chuckle ruptured from the dwed as he crumbled the note already planning more adventures and battles into the Black Church.