MY RATTLING CALL

[RaiderBlue 1064]

 

Heed my call, servants of the Aspects.

 

Beneath these soils roils something far older than that of the wild Gods. I have heard its whispers in my dreams, and it has revealed truth; within each of us lies a primordial power that the Aspects and greater Aenguldaemonic influence seek to deny us. To which truth was greater revealed to me in the burning of the Wicker Druid’s Grove. The essence that lingers within each of us descendants is one of primordial discourse. For their slight against me, they were struck from this realm, forced to release a wisp of energy as they fled to the Eternal Forest. The Graveyard of the Forgotten. In their final moments, their tune cried out in muddied words; they spoke of the great old oak as if it were standing still. I have realized with that single act, I affected you all so greatly.

 

I have awoken something within you. I know my words to be true. Your panic, your anger, what will it draw you to, to get but a whiff of what I inflicted upon you? You claimed one close to me so I have answered back with the casting down of your patrons. Will you echo those of the past and only speak in vague nomenclature of what to fear? To that of my forebearers, the intrepid overstepping of the Shadow, the poison of the Father Circle inflicted by the Viper, or shall something new be formed of me, a disease spawned on by the Spore.

 

You may deny me such now, but in truth, I am kin beneath them, the same as each of you. No matter how it may be avoided, we are the same, yet I am only further along the path. Know that I did not wish to claim my dearest sibling, Fox, but my hand was forced just as it was forced by your precious Wicker. Those that now linger in the forest have only gotten what was destined for them from their actions.

 

The anguished cries of Bolormormaa and her kin will be spread across the land, her children enraged and rampaging just as their mother does. It is time for you all to act, to decide whether what I have caused is more important than finding my life essence or not.

 

To the cohort of the Mother Circle

You will be the first afflicted by my ire, your grove besieged

Nature shall not be your ally within the coming days, but a tainted beast.

One that requires only one thing, a blade jabbed within its neck.

 

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[!] This missive is scattered across the land, anyone is able to roleplay knowing about it.
 

 

 

[Junoix 2301]

Even as he plunged the fang straight into her stomach, the Fox could not help the pity she felt for the Spore. He had damned himself for all eternity, and even in death, it was this reality she anguished over.

[marsloll 1384]

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[Tav 4336]

“Brother Spore; hear his name, and know it well.” croaked the last blessed Prisgoth, maintaining his distance from the accursed swamplands. For so many years he kept himself cloaked within the wilds, left with much time to think—he wondered, for so long .. what would they do to him? But now, what has he done to them?

Only patience could provide him with an answer; many would fall to the horrendously blighted Bolomormaa, lost in her ways as a guardian, yet he was no contender for that chance.

 

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[Phersades 1710]

The Sparrow laid on a bed somewhere. Everytime Vayan closed her eyes, she would hear her mother's final words from her pleas to forgiveness. Pale eyes that mirrored her father's stared wide at the white wall before her. She heard the cries of Bolormormaa, the sound of her anguish echoing through the forest that she was now destroying in her rage. 

The sound of the blessed Fang of Sonno entering her mother's stomach replayed in her head. The only thing that broke her focus was the painful thrumming that came from her now missing leg, one taken by her sister in her penance. 

 

The Sparrow hated the Spore, the last trust she held for anyone now diminished to nothing. Despite the bed she lay in, what was left for her? 

[DragonofTaters 920]

A scoff left the lips of a 'Fenn. Parchment discarded, to be devoured by crackling flame.

"Discord. He speaks as though he is superior. Different. All druids are the same. Useless, broken, and lost in their own self-loathing. Heads so far up their asses they can't take two seconds to act together..." 

She paced down the roads, across trails, clambered carefully down rocks. To find answers and kinship not amongst elves, nor amongst druids. The sea and the tides to embrace her. A call of the depths, of a daemon far older than any of those the Servants of Nature followed beckoning her. The Spore might serve the Oak in his madness. It was the Siren who cradled and guided the Kraken...

[Venomous_Pup 2978]

The Witch of Chaos was bright mad, from the calamity unleashed, how grand, how intoxicating it was.

 

"May Chaos take the World!" she screeches.

 

All those who were weak who managed to clutch and lie their way to power to subjugate the world into stagnation, no more. A new age must usher, and she would not stop until she saw it or until she no longer drew breath. It was a glorious future she saw, a better one.

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

“Even from beyond the grave your plans are set into motion….” Tinfoiled the Skull Admiral Kato Ena when he first received news about the descended, corrupted god. It must have been the Pink Witch after all. No one else could match the Skull Admiral’s pettiness to wrought such destruction on the Azuras. And with equal pettiness he would defy the god’s encroachment on the Shugonate’s border, or die trying.

[PolarLoLs 984]

 

One worthy to lead Malin’s Sons.. Yes, his name shall be remembered and tomes will be written.

Spore

Some mad creature rambled within its wretched halls, festering in a pool of its own 

Decay, the kin-slaying before it only filled its delight

Families are a shackle that must be eroded…

continue to bathe this world in rot

 

[Slorbin 2932]

The Tome-Maker steps back, struck with an insane horror and awe upon reading the missive.

 

”He has returned…” She muses. “…The Oak.” She turns to her oaken staff… And her vision trembles.

[MysticalWeasel 910]

 

"Toil and glutton upon your false gospel! But realize that nothing is pure, no world sacred. All naught but dust in the end."

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Words of madness gleamed from a sickly figure. Such words spoken to none in attendance, beyond what rattled within their restless mind. As the grief-stricken angel wept aloud, to an echoing cathedral. The accursed arm, which oozed from the abyss, eroded the letter. Leaving only the thin remembrance of the declaration within Izhkar's shattered psyche. Once more left with empty thoughts, and thin tangents of glory upon their act onto the mortal world.
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[Chuuwys 502]

Armour hits the floor of her home, amongst a mess of damaged furniture and overturned books, and a peculiar missive in her hand.

 

If you do not laugh, you'll cry.

 

Kinslayer

 

Perhaps, if indirectly.

It haunts her at night, though not so thoroughly that it outweighs the turmoil of losing loved ones.

She knows more blood spilt will not replace what blood has already been spilt.

She hopes, in turn, that the bloodshed will end with the one so wanton to spill it for the sake of philosophy.

She wonders if the one so willing to kill everything over slights and promises of power could ever feel something like actual guilt?

Decay's folly was believing she hungered for strength.

Decay's folly was believing unity meant to tear everything down.

Decay's folly was believing she was not already strong enough to do her duty.

 

Oathbreaker

 

Now, that's another thing entirely.

She knows. Surely enough, they do too.

The den. The shrines. Their work with demons.

Oh, she knows.

To forsake the Aspects that grant you everything in service of

something that would lead to such abuse of nature itself.

To the abuse of kin, of friends. Liars, and manipulators.

Insanity speaking to insanity for the sake justifying insanity.

 

What crime could Wicker and Fox, those of Illivira or the Mother Circle ever commit to justify

blasphemy. murder. blight. torture.

 

"Oh, how far Descendants will go to justify petty grudges. How does your own sowing of chaos makes you any more special than the rest of us? What bargains have you made, Spore, that makes you believe yourself Nature's arbiter?

What makes you think we cannot do both?"

 

[ChainedDragons 1374]

What world of spiteful old ones had this young druii stepped into. Bron had no idea but his journey had only begun...

[NightOfTheWind 3226]

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[Dyl 2088]

Oro Oro took the time to read the missive. His eyes scanned the missive scattering through the wind. A great reckoning was to come, he only wished he'd live long enough for when the time came.