THE STINK OF AZURAS

[mothsthetic 2250]

 

[!] This missive has been spread throughout Azuras, specifically targeting areas with high reports of Darkspawn activity.

 

I will do you not the niceties accustomed with these kinds of things, for you do not deserve them. 

 

Allow me to be frank.

 

You are a parasite. All are aware of the looming presence of evil upon the lands, growing in comparison to recent years. Predators that take advantage of the hurting and turn them in turn into predators. The leper becomes a leech, the wailing widow a wolf, the nobody a necromancer. The ill, the abandoned, and the frail are preyed upon to perpetuate the cycle, and you use that fear and “devotion” to control them. To speak plainly, it is abuse. How can they run, with nowhere to run to? How can they move on, with no future but what you have offered? But it is an illusion. For you are not powerful. You do not even have the illusion of power. All who have gone down this road have met the same fate. Why, all of us old enough to remember Gashadokuro know what happened to the so-called most powerful Lich in the world. Dead, like any other. Because you are not special. And I think deep down you realize this. 

 

What you have failed to recognize is that the downfall you are facing has nothing to do with outside forces. You grow sloppy. You grow weak. The reason one of your own never returned from Petra is because it was discovered. Its blood painted that tiny cell and drenched my blade. Fear not, it was as quick a death as I could offer. A small prayer was given, not that it will do the departed’s damned soul any good. The choice was made long ago. 

 

I will not waste the ink challenging you to any kind of honorable duel. That attempt was made, ignored, and discarded. Even if I were to make one, I know your filth would never hold up any sort of fair deal- It is not in your nature. So instead, I will issue you a warning. I am closer than you know and know more than you believe. Should there be any humanity left in your heart, make my job easier and sever your own heads. They will roll either way. 

 

Find me if you can.

 

The Wraithsbane

 

[Hom 1987]

"Et's gone far enough. Too fuckin' far." Caz murmurs as they watch Elowyn pen the missive, seething in rage at the memory of their granddaughter's injured state.

[simatra 373]

"A fleshy wins one fight and thinks they actually matter. A tale as old as time." Remarks the ancient undead.

[King_Kunuk 3022]

"Oh what a lovely compliment," the Witch King would say. "Thorim, they plan on exterminating us again. We are NOT f*cked"

[StingyParrot 1595]

An aging magician attempts to reply snarkily - he's wanted to fight a Templar for some time - but finds the brain-waves to be blocked by a number of posturing beings. 

[Sr_Dimentio 584]

A ghoul jester, Joka, the most evil of theater kids, dramatic as no one, went to read the missive "Oh no... Oh no no no..." He started spinning, before dramatically falling back, a hand on his forehead as he layed on the ground "Another wants to hunt us... Tragedy... Comedy...  Drama..." He then raised to his feet with a jump, going to put a hand on his chest, raising the other towards the sky "But I... Joka... Charming jester... Master of clowns... Shall not submit myself to the cruel embrace of death... For I am immortal... And I won't stop until everyone KNEELS BEFORE THE MEAT CIRCUS! GYAH HA HA HA HA HA!!!" he held into his stomach as he cackled, before sighing, cleaning a single, non-existant, tear "E-Except if they use aurum or fire... T-That IS scary..." He finally mutters, storing the missive away.

[Nectorist 12869]

Caius II immediately slips a copy under Valentina's door, assuming the title is referring to her! @kuerbis

 

However, when he takes the time to read over it, he smiles approvingly.

[yuiilindaos 158]

"Huh, Petra?... i wonder what happened." A girl as pale as snow exclaims as she reads the missive. 

[Mordringfan 166]

The Mage of Dread comes across the missive while travelling through the desolate roads of Rimeglen. They silently read through it, feigning laughter by the time they had finished reading it. "They call us weak, yet they are certainly too afraid to fight us if all they have to show for their threats against us is this missive."  They drop the missive and leave it in the snow, continuing through the Witch Kingdom.

[RockyTheWolf 209]

One of the missives spread about the lands of Azuras would be ripped from its post by fruit bat's maw. The creature carrying the note to darkest edges corners of the woods, where in the trees an stone grey faced figure stood upon a branch. Black hair with a single grey streak through it waving in the windy night. 

Clawed black fingertips reached out towards the little creature, taking the missive gently from its maw as crimson slitted eyes watched over the lettering. A smile slowly crept up on the twisted scarred face of the beast of the woods.  

 

And so she drafted up a missive of her own. A simple note which was carried by the bats she kept and placed right beside each of Elowyn's. 

And so it read: 

"Do you know why the leper becomes the leech? Why the widow becomes a wolf? It is because of you. 

Because of your kind, because for all of your supposed good.. you are just as bad as us. Just as much of a so called parasite, because just like us you leech from nature. You leech from man, you slay one another endlessly and kill the world that provides for you. Your knights kill innocent children just because they were born in the shape of a cat, your kingdoms slaughter innocents just because of their pointed ears. And you persecute the cursed simply because of their parent's poor choices. 

The reason there is so much to take, so many poor souls to wrap within my wing is because of you. Because of your kingdoms, because of your cruelty. Your kind is just as much of a parasite, just as much of a monster as me, the only two differences? Is not only do I admit my cruelty but I give comfort to the abandoned rather than slay them unlike your wretched kind. 

The same one of the abandoned who you recently murdered  just because she was hungry and for that crime I issue a warning to you myself.

Sleep with one eye open because I know where your friends live and I'll be finding them soon. And if you want to kill me then you'll need to admit you're just as much of a monster.. because only a monster can beat another. 

I look forward to our meeting, I'll find you soon 

Elowyn, The Slayer Of The Weak And Abandoned."


At the very bottom of the missive laid a symbol of a broken dying tree drawn in crimson ink. 


 

[Mestvin 947]

Old dwed sat upon his chair and began pondering his orb. He chuckled to himself "Ah another night spent on watching comedy."

 

 

[Slorbin 2932]

A Sorvian points a thumb at the missive. "Get a load of this guy... They think stabbing a necromancer to death actually kills it..."