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[Darkspawn] WE OFFER OUR HAND TO THOSE WEAK

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ᴡᴏᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴀꜱᴘ ᴀɴ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅ

 

War, Strife, Challenge. Whatever name you give it, it shall always be the same. The reality is that it is a feast at a grand table whom any shall sit, yet they do not as they fear sitting on the plate. Others may lie to themselves, convince themselves that they are above the One Truth and that it does not apply to them entirely, that is just not true. It lies entirely true around us today and will continue to be proven true the more descendents hark at each other's gates. You too may join this feast- this time be granted a seat that guarantees that you yourself will be enjoying a meal.

 

So let it be known, The Black Church shall open its arms to those tired of wreathing in their own filth, Do you not wish to be more than you are? While yes, The Weak are Meat and the Strong do Eat; Those that are Weak deserve Strength equally. The path you  choose will be of your own, whether you die on it or not:

 

Inferi, Warlock, Weaver, Shephard or Hemomancer.

 

You know where to find us, you know what you want. Hark and we shall heed your call.


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Aucte, His Unholy Eminence, 

Ra'vor Ozorraz

The Black Pontiff, Last Son of Iblees, Supreme Heir to Strigapoth

 

Aucte, Her Unholy Eminence,

Ra’vor Ozorr

The Black Bishop, Prophet of the Usurpent, Shepherd of the Lost

 

The Most Wretched,

Izkra'rot

Lord of the Bloodfiends

 

His most Foul,

Malkeal

The Great Sargeant, The Chimera



 

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This is a recruitment post for those looking to get into proper darkspawn roleplay, there are many avenues you can take, whether it be becoming Inferis or mystics, warlock etc. Whether it be faith RP or straight up conflict there is a lot to be found. The names signed on this post can be contacted through letters or you may PM  me on discord; poloroidss

 

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"I am convinced they seek for more bodies to tell more about the truth. . . Though, I could care less about culture, as long as we finish our goal. . ."

The Darkstalker yawned, the White Walker rubbing his blackened jaw, but he was quite confused on what the end goal of the Church is.

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The Vizier writhed and rolled in its infernal existence, consumed by powers everlasting. Had Mivtahza died?

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A Prince sheds a singular, most venomous tear.

Mivtahza is dead, and the death throes are soon to cease.

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"Weak deserve Strength equally?" An Inferi Sorcerer, perched on the back of a faux dragon and soaring through the azure sky, raised an eyebrow as he read the sentence on the parchment. "My my.."

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Within winding caverns and ever-lit torches, an atronach consumes hungrily the tomes bound in supple leather and splotched ink.

 

 

"A means to clarity by spoken word, through the winding path of blood and brands. Halls of blackstone and spires of rot welcome those like Master. Those that linger in ignorance, wallow in what the tomes call despair will come here and seek Her word. And with it, as I and siblings all, obtain singular purpose, to execute a will that others abhor."

 

"A feast for those that stray nearer to Master's words. Come, those that seek further clarity. The ephemeral bond that eludes Temperance can be found here."

 

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"Lots of talk of eating with these folk" he mutters, wandering through those Silver Forests, having fallen from the path a few years back "I wonder if a wizard as powerful as I would be eligible for such a motivated team!" 

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Harsh amber eyes, stolen from the Five tore over the missive, eyelids drooping in dismissal. 

"It would seem that our once-bishop misunderstands the Parable of the Crèche. How woefully droll."

The wytch crept off then, muttering to herself,

"Birds of a feather flock together."

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A Paladin sat within the Sunlit Sanctum, palming that missive. She smiled the Sun's Smile, before showing it to her good friend. Together, they pointed and laughed, such echoing merrily off the gilded halls.

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