TOR'URLDAR CALLS - The Shadow of the Silverwoods

[Jentos 9422]

Words are carved upon the slate wall of the House of Azdromoth.

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COME TO ME O HALLOWED WARRIORS,

A SHADOW STRETCHES UPON THE LAND,

THE INVERSE FIRE SCREAMS ITS MAD ASCENT 

AZDROMOTH, KING OF THE DRAGONS, 

GIVE US THINE FIRE, 

THAT ALL INIQUITIES SHOULD BURN, 

AND IN THEIR ASHES, 

OUR NAMES SHOULD BE WRIT, 

TIME AND TIME AGAIN.

A shadow rises in the Silverwoods. 

Alashir, warriors of Tor'Urldar, both of flesh and fire. You are conjured to stand before the PRINCE An-Gho in Tor'Urldar. There you shall be advised of your orders in regards to the rising darkness of the earth. Failure to appear and deliver service, or give notice in the coming year, is tantamount to cowardice. Your destiny, and your service to the Golden Path, are now. Not tomorrow, not yesterday - they exist precisely in this moment. 

Come, and let the fires of your warrior-spirit consume thee. And in our carnage let our Father smile upon us all. 

ALL CHOSEN OF AZDROMOTH ARE TO, BY THIS MOMENT: 

• Train in and keep BLUNT WEAPONRY, ideally a pole-hammer at all times.
• Train in and keep a side-arm of PURE AURUM with themselves at all times.
• Where possible, bring measures to STOCK-PILE and PRODUCE explosive alchemical potions and other undead-deterrant alchemical solutions. 
• To RECITE the Aurelects at every waking moment to BANISH perfidious spirits and thoughts and hone your soul to the battles to come. 
• To DELIVER ash-levened flat-BREAD to any community of persons affected or at risk of being affected by this new threat. 
• PRAY thrice in the Ash-Hall, or - if abroad, while facing the ground before an open flame, daily, for the strength of the warriors of old and to gain the benevolent blessings of our King. 
• Give their UTMOST and UNDYING fervour to the EXTERMINATION and the ultimate RUIN of the ANATHEMIC FORCES risen upon this sacred earth. 

 

This is our age.

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[King_Kunuk 3022]

Osar doubles his twice daily reciting of the blessed Aurlects to be four times a day, twice in the morning, and twice in the evening.

[xo31 3979]

Elijah uncomfortably shifts a war-hammer in his hands. An aurum blade is crafted in the depths of a forge as well.

 

Exquisite, protein-heavy meals are crafted for all warriors of Alemdrom so that they are in peak condition.

[Destructokeith 1142]

"And his orders shall be honored"

spoke the Herald Artair as he kneels within a ring of fire. The burning and twisting heat flowing over the mans form as he calls to his fourth-born.

 

"Azak-Farah, gather my Seekers, there is a war to win"

 

@MrGarden

[Java17 2216]

"Purity can only be given by the flame of the righteous."

Ar'Yura had spoken to her congregation, calling them to action.

"A land marked by shadow is but a blank canvas which we shall impose our will upon."

[Security_ 2287]

There, bowed before a great pyre does a fire sage pray. His shadow is cast shallow, for his face presses the ashen floor.

 

”Eresar grant me insight, implant every battle of steel and song with purpose.”

 

”Wisest Dragur grant me knowledge, so that I may know my enemy as myself.”

 

”Blest Azdromoth, King-Who-Is, grant me Fire, so that our foes may remember; they are Ash.”

[MRCHENN 4741]

Qahnaarin stood from his shrine, with a slow, grinding deliberation. His shoulders drawn broad, the faint crimson glow behind his eyes brightening as though stoked by the parchment's words alone. Heat radiated from his stillness, pressing against the air, warping it. One clawed hand settled upon the haft of a gleaming longsword at his side, aurum-banded and heavy with purpose. Ember-light traced the seams between scarred scales like veins of molten rock beneath a cooling crust.

"So the dead stir again beneath the earth," He spoke, the sound of something ancient. The air before his maw shimmered with each syllable.

“Reikenor. The Dark Lord. Names scrawled upon a ledger already thick with the unremembered.”

"I have watched this wheel turn longer than most, and it turns now at our Father's hand.”

“He has seen where their thread frays. Let them come with their rot and their dominion over dead things. They shall be unmade, as all before them were unmade.”

“Purged by golden Asioth.”

 

[Onnensr 1908]

Cardinal Nerium slowly chewed his ash-levened breadstuffs, patiently grinding the crunchy flecks between his teeth or spitting too-large pieces onto his lap. He coughed endlessly, washing down the gifted snack with a comically large watervessel beside him. The tears in his eyes reminded him of the smoke of Tor-Praeth and the nephilim-backed scholarship he was afforded there.