Second Summons of the Righteous | The Enemy of Man [272 S.A.]

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[!] A missive would be spread across the entirety of Azuras, save for the lands of the Horde and Urguan.

The missive features a royal summons, a retelling of events attached to it on following pages.

 

As EVILDOERS gather in hordes unseen in recent decades, banding together to unleash great EVIL upon the continent of Azuras and the lands past its shores, the High Kingdom calls for the RIGHTEOUS to oppose them. Idunia thus invites all who oppose the forces that seek to topple the natural world order and install one of RUIN, so that recent events and the necessary steps to be taken may be discussed. While the first summons were mostly oriented toward the Templars of Saint Malchediael and others blessed by the vision of the Aengul Tahariae, this one is to be considered more of an open invitation. Not much is known about our enemy, and all we have is a potential name: Reikenor. Yet, we will stand victorious in the end, as we have in days past.

 

The Second Summons of the Righteous will be hosted within Minas Aradar, Royal Palace of the Arthalionath in Alduun, Capital of Iduna.

[ Friday, 13th of February, 2025 - 4:30pm EST]

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What follows is a retelling of the events that have led us here, a brief summary of the clash with the hordes of IBLEES and the EVIL released upon AZURAS. It shall not be the entire tale, but merely the events that unfolded on that fateful day, when a grand coalition of Templars and their compatriots met the undead on the silvery isle.

 

The monolith observed by the High Kingdom and its allies, hidden within a small cave on the south-eastern island, had been found by the darkspawn. While the Righteous still discussed how to deal with it and what might be hidden within - possibly a figure, as reported by one of the fellowship that had first set out to observe it, of unknown nature, whether the one named in prophecy or another - a grand coalition of ruinous forces banded together and set out to awaken what lay sealed away. Alas, the released evil failed to remain quiet, as a harrowing noise, a ruinous howl echoed across the lands. Scouts reported the sight of these unnumbered hordes, and the Shugonate rallied to intercept. Through the blessing of Malchediael, a Samurai contacted one of the Princes, and Idunia - then in the middle of a military meeting - called its forces to rally. With Prince Marcus Tiberias present in Alduun at the time, Prince Adûnakhôr swiftly convinced him to return to Rittersburg to rally the forces of the Crownlands, where they would await the Idunian Host’s arrival.

 

 

Led by the Idunian royal, the Host of Idunia set out from the High Kingdom’s capital, riding for the northern ferries, then to the Imperial capital. Once joined by the hastily rallied forces of the Crownlands, a combined Host rode southward, straight through the Urguani core lands, without fear of the dwarven armies hidden within the mountain. Once the southern shore was reached, the Imperial army met up with the forces of the Shugonate, setting out to the defiled forest of the silvery island. 

 

 

The island was quiet, save for some light rainfall, and the hooves of humanity’s many horses striking the ground. As the many approached where the Prince had led them, however, the scenery soon changed. From beyond the trees, a black mist paved their path. The cave was gone, and where it had been, a grand scar marked the site, an oppressing force rising from within.

The ruinous horde had succeeded in awakening the one sealed within, whose powers had now warped the landscape. Slowly did the Righteous surround them, the Ibleesians outnumbered four to one - and yet, they did not dare approach. Horses and minds had failed them.

As the many plummeted to the ground, not all was lost. If a fight were to break out, the Prince was sure the battle could be won. But it did not end there. The grand figure which floated above unleashed what had previously been sealed, and within mere moments the many Templars’ flames were snuffed out.

It was as though their courage had been extinguished, replaced by a sudden feeling of fear - something that had been thought impossible for those blessed by Saint Malchediael.

And yet, the many did not falter. Those without the blessing carried on, and those now struck by fear, marched behind them. A battle was to come, they were sure, and they would win against all odds. They were wrong. The clash was not to happen - not on that day.

Floating above the crevice which now scarred the silvery island, that figure released more and more of its newly awakened powers, blinding the Righteous while preaching twisted words through the darkness. When the miasma finally parted, no trace was left of the undead - merely a lingering fear and the grand scar struck into the cliffside.

The courageous rose to their feet. They regrouped, and order was restored among them. Though the enemy had ultimately fled, there was no victory. But there was no defeat either. The enemy which sought to oppose the living and all that is holy had made itself known at last, and that knowledge alone was enough to create a spark of determination to oppose it, one that was sure to turn into a grand flame soon.

A light that shall erase all that is impure.

 

HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS,  Adûnakhôr Auranion Harren Arthalion of the Royal Arthalionath,

Prince of Idunia, Defender of the Númenaranyë, Templar of Saint Michael the Archangel

[truelarper 593]

Kusi Amaru makes way toward the highlands of Idunia, passing through the mountain-peaks alongside his father, Tupaq.

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@MonteGiant

 

[PrimnyaQuorum 3999]

Down, down, down in the deep...

Flesh swathed and recoiled; pulsed and exhaled.

 

The Warlord idled to the distant drumming of marching, to the sharp hissings of fresh steel gaining an edge.

It pondered where, on the land, its land, was best for a pit of humble regards.

[Bakaling 20]

"Kuso, Mitashi missed it."