To Purge A Miasma.

[frvma 1014]

 

[!] Papers of crisp, unfolded, perfect silver-leaf lined pages were posted on every nation noticeboard.

 

Survival was reserved only for those who learned to accept Purity as part of their daily lives.

 

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A miasma of foul sorcery hangs itself thick on a small island in the south of Azuras. A dark black stain upon a canvas of pristine silver and white trees and land. A stain on Purity, an affront to nature, a blight upon Descendants. 

 

I have seen it with my own eyes, a tear in the Realm that spills its foul sorceries. It mars our beautiful world, darkening the shine and luster of this Pure world every second it is permitted to exist. It is an unnatural blight, clearly the making of those that serve the Betrayer. 

 

It is our duty of the inhabitants and chaperones of this Realm to see it cleansed. We, together, shall seal this rift and put a quick, deserved end to those responsible for such an act on our Realm. Lest we forsake ourselves and this Realm to Impurity and destruction.

 

So I offer my hand to those who would see a Pure world made and those that would stand with us and the mission of a Just and Pure world. Seek me, Heulwen Medwyn, either in person or by letter. And we shall together find a way to purge this taint from the world for all Descendants.

 

And we shall all be the Hands of The Law.

 

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[Kyrrn 345]

Somewhere within the Autumnal Forests that surround the Idunic lands, an Almenodrim of bright copper hair takes notice. His thoughts murmured aloud as he read the silver-leaf lined paper. "And so it was, as even I have seen with my eyes. For whatever shall be needed to Purify this, let it be formed in unity with all Descendants."