[The Enclave] Summons for Service

[psychra_notte 618]

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S U M M O N S  F O R  S E R V I C E FROM THE ICHARYDS OF CLAN XALYTH ბინდ თო ოურ ბლოოდ ანდ ფინდ დუთჲ ინ ქინდ

 

TINY RED AND BLACK SPIDERS SCATTERED ACROSS THE LANDS, INTO THE UNDERDARK AND UNTO THE SURFACE INTO THE HANDS OF ALL MORI’QUESSIR. UPON THEIR BACKS LAID A PARCHMENT, WRITTEN IN BLACK INK AND ICHOR IN THE TONGUE OF ARACHNIDS, ILHARNORRS.

 

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Hark, kith and kin of the Eternal Mother. We, the Icharyds of Clan Xalyth, have come to a grave realization. As more of our brothers and sisters are surface-bound or already walk beneath the Sun, our laborers of the mind, body, and matter lie scattered like dust. This cannot stand. Our strength is our unity. Thus, our work must reflect this too. Hear us, Mori’Quessir, we beckon you to come forth and contribute to our enclave. Skilled artisans, scholars, beast masters, and more, you will find open arms with us. A letter to Omareth, Keralth, or Sapriina of Icharyd Xalyth will assure this. Our word, like our blood, is binding. Know duty and purpose through us, for the betterment of all who choose to face the Sun.

 

Those who would bind unto us, through oath or contract, may find themselves well compensated. Coin or supplies, protection or shelter—these are our means of making sure our laborers are well-treated. Should any laborers in our employ stand above the others, we shall give them additional boons as earned. The smith may have more metals to toil with, the mage more tutors to hone their knowledge, and the alchemist their reagents to make their concoctions. However, none must mistake the dealings of the Icharyd for kindness or leniency. Know in advance that any who break their word with us shall know the full weight of their choice.

 

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Credits:

Format: pallodium, prophetisms
Writing: psychra_notte
Grammar and Editing: prophetisms

 

[Navigator 4260]

Szorruil gazed upon the parchment, grinning and brimming with pride.

"You continue to surpass my expectations."

[molly molly molly 1329]

"Opportunity abounds, and who would I be to ignore its call?"
"Those who wish for sorcery will be made into sorceresses and sorcerers.."

"Those who wish for alchemy will be made into alchemists."

 

"I'll equip them so. Such will be my gift, among so many more." 

 

Zilvira Nightblood determines, 'pon reading the missive. She'd spend
the rest of the evening torturing herself with the task of letter writing.

[Mady 3771]

Lounging upon a plush loveseat, a Mori woman would read over the missive published by her kin, chittering proudly. 

“This is only the beginning…”