TO THE SELF-PROCLAIMED KING OF DEMONS

[spaazmatism 1017]

 

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The letter, though clearly addressed to an individual, is handed out to passers-by en masse by gaggles of strange, serpentine Zevnka.

All may view this letter!

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TO THE SELF-PROCLAIMED KING OF DEMONS

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It is, I am quite sure, no longer rare knowledge that a particular Twisted-King has co-opted the Mivtahza to peddle what seems to be a strange breed of Canonism. 

This very same Twisted-King, ‘Vriza,’ cannibalised my mentor, Vihimsa [WBUH]. He would later beg said mentor to have me disconnected. To nobody’s surprise, it did not happen.

You are an IDIOT, Sul Amirsan Aen Sov. I know your name. I know where you live. I know what you are. I know what your wife is. You know little more than my name.

Did you think you could wrong me, and escape unscathed? Yes. you probably did. 

WRONG!!!

As you tried [and failed] to rob me of my life, I will now do my best to rob you of yours!

 

Sul Amirsan Aen Sov, known alternatively as ‘Rhys’, is a Devil in man’s clothing, quite literally. He is an inferis, and his wife, the VERY purple Naazeri of Cauróst, is a Warlock. Search her hands and arms and you will surely find a very intricate set of tattoos; Those are her brands. 

If she’s as big a fool as I’d think, you may also catch her carrying her grimoire around. Any kind of strange book or scroll, or anything of a similar nature.

 

The dastardly Sul Aryhsan Aen Vriza, or whatever he would like to be called,  sources his power from some strange amulet, which I’m told he is required to don when he transforms into the Glutton-Tyrant Vriza. The chances of him carrying it around are unlikely.

Make sure to look out for his iconic Carbarum warhammer. I’d wager that he thinks he’s slick enough to get away with using it while in the guise of a mortal. I can't quite say for sure, but I'm rather certain that he should have some of the features of a goat, though I can't speculate on the traits in question.

 

Surely, the Pious folk of Azuras can recognise that we would both benefit from the Glutton’s complete eradication. As he perverts The Mivtahza into some kind of tumorous, disgusting off-shoot of Canonism, he makes a mockery of your faith, and so too does he corrupt my Truth, the glorious Mivtahza.

Let’s rectify this, together.

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- A WARLOCK

 

P.S His name means believe. Lame!

 

[camuyshounen287 36]

 

The missive dropped from the sky into the girl’s hands, distracting her a moment from dashing frantically through the woods. What she then read did nothing to stop her.

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Her eyes rushed to absorb as much information as possible whilst still breaking focus to survey the surrounding area. Ythaen continued to scurry, breathing heavily and holding onto her hat. She had been on the run for hours.

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Rhys aen Sov. She lingered on the name for a split second. Tattoos. She recalled the letter she received. Wife of Rhys aen Sov. Fond memories struck. Very purple. The memories twisted, and recalled anxiety flooded.

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They’re out to get me again. They’re going to get them, and they’re going to get me. They’ve found me, they’re going to strike me down, they’re going to kill Rhianwen, they’re going to kill Mithius they’re going to gouge out my eyes they’re going to- 

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Some time later, the girl collapses from exhaustion. Her hat goes tumbling as she hits the ground, silver locks cascading across the ground. Nothing was chasing her, of course- nor did she have anywhere to be. There never was a pursuer, nor a destination. She sleeps.

 

[Rig 17579]

Alas, Sul was dead, as was Rhys.

 

All that remained was Vriza.

 

And no one would be enough to save these bottomfeeders from their fate.

 

 

 

EPLEIADES IS REWARD

 

DEVIOUSCHUNGUS IS TARGET

BATCHI DIES

 

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Enjoy sending more new players to do your dirty work. 

 

[Karina 1879]

3 minutes ago, Navigator said:

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Yeah bro, you really got him with that one! Woah!

 

I've been told you don't want a monoculture in Naz. Is that why you're continuing to disconnect anyone who even remotely disagrees with you or isn't part of your immediate circle of bootlickers?

 

Furthermore, what was the true purpose of the Necklace MArt? Why must a Zar'akal want to revert to their 'original' mortal form, considering new and updated lore that states that would go against their very nature?

 

I dunno man! I'm just theorizing here! You sounded really pressed for someone who told me they weren't invested in shit like this.

 

Oh, also, before you accuse people of doing this, the people who have left you alone for months, it wasn't them.

 

Edit: Also, getting someone to use Kloning to pretend they are you so you can kill "yourself" in a Cauróst raid is cheap, pathetic, and should count as a PK to the person who literally willingly died so you could keep appearances. Grow a pair, create a new identity like the rest of us, don't abuse and loophole Tawkin mechanics.

An Imperial Inquisitor readied for another trip. It was nigh time to slaughter; both the so-called King, and the Warlock.

you are insane bro lay off the sauce i don't know why you've been obsessed w/ eli for so long but go touch some grass or something

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Sylvara briefly scanned over the missive. It prompted a scrunching of her nose, some measure of irritation. Yet, with Rhianwen aside; and the name of little use, she did not think the damage well severe. Returning to her daily measure of alchemical work, setting the missive alongside many others. It always helped to be informed. 

[Moumins 378]

 

SAFE AT LAST, 

A supposed spy spies the missive. 

“Who?”

[Unwillingly 18096]

Within the heart of some craggy, dusted dwelling lurked one Malphas, curled in a little alcove among a trove of baubles, trinkets, and stolen shiny-things. A pitiful little Zevn passed along a copy of the parchment, and fluttered away just as quickly as it had came, for not far lurked the hungry jaws of the old crow. Hollowed sockets surveyed its contents, and with the likeness of an owl did its head slant in such a way that defied anatomy. A shrill, curious sound flees it. 

Though few things brought thrill to its wretched, joyless life anymore, the contents of the parchment were enough to rattle from its chest a phlegm-ridden cackle. It'd smile, had it the flesh, for pathetic wars of quill and ink were enough to remind Malphas of its mortal coil. 

"Hur-hur," it hitched. "Bravo! Little thing scribble on paper, think will save, think will matter! Will not. Will die anyhow. Or dis-appear." 

 

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5 minutes ago, Navigator said:

Yeah bro, you really got him with that one! Woah!

 

I've been told you don't want a monoculture in Naz. Is that why you're continuing to disconnect anyone who even remotely disagrees with you or isn't part of your immediate circle of bootlickers?

 

Furthermore, what was the true purpose of the Necklace MArt? Why must a Zar'akal want to revert to their 'original' mortal form, considering new and updated lore that states that would go against their very nature?

 

I dunno man! I'm just theorizing here! You sounded really pressed for someone who told me they weren't invested in shit like this.

 

Oh, also, before you accuse people of doing this, the people who have left you alone for months, it wasn't them.

I don't know what the interpersonal beef is and idrc but I can't even put into words how deranged this response is. you're not really lending any credibility to the "we've been leaving you alone" spiel after a guy who has 40 minutes of playtime writes a lazy cop-out forum post that discloses sensitive information about his character immediately followed by making random irrelevant swings on his MArt of all things, or his personal vision for naz, because he... responded to said post?

seriously you people need to get a ******* grip

 

[Coronate 5519]

The young squire searched for his lost Knight. He spoke upon reading some scribbling of a missive which talked of demon infighting:

" FORSOOTH ! "

 

[ProcaPro 557]

A Leper raises a brow at the missive, then laughs. She crumples the paper and tosses it into a near fire, continuing to chortle all the way out of the room.

Not that she'd ever laugh about it in front of Vriza.

[Nectorist 12869]

The Vicar of God, he of the will to eradicate all evil, is handed this notice by a snake.

 

“Clearly the work of a lunatic,” he tells his company. “File it under ‘Ravings’ and accept only hard evidence.”

[Hiccup392 724]

"Oh hey that guy gave me a sword once. He's clearly not a demon, no demon would ever aid the Paladins," chimed an ever-optimistic denizen of Caurost. She smiled the sun's smile, recalling how kind Rhys had been.

[Werew0lf 24179]

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I ******* HATE ELI AND HE IS A BAD FAITH ROLEPLAYER I WANT TO KILL ALL DEMONS 100000000000 BILLION DEMONS MUST DIE LETS HAVE OOC BEEF FOR NO REASON I DONT EVEN CARE ABOUT ROLEPLAY NO MORE THIS MINECRAFT SHIT IS SERIOUS

 

**** XARKLY **** THE OPPS **** THE BLOCKS (my favorite block in minecraft is the melon block because when u break the melon block it like gives u 4-5 melons its kinda ASMR) OK? **** XARKLY!!!

 

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

“VRIIIIZAAAAAA” a schizophrenic green spider screeches from his command center in the Mother’s Grove as he prepares for the bear Kami to lay siege on the western border of the Kurai-Kuni Shugonate. All things considered, he still thought about justice for the jumoko once known as Telemachus. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but some day.

 

the green spider meanwhile weaves his widdle web from where he sits plotting and cursing vulgarities under his sake breath.

[Mordringfan 166]

The Frost Dwarf reads through the missive handed out by the passing Zevnka, having just recently learned of Vriza and their proclaimed title of 'King of Kings'. The other name mentioned in the missive was completely foreign to the recently undead Dwarf, though they were unsuprised that the Daemons, chaotic by nature, were fighting amongst each other.

[Songwitch 1832]

Tanayem aen Tarem, one of the few oldest Lye’naeran alive, came into possession of one of this missive’s copies; when her keen, elvish eyes first noticed a tattered paper, the ground and mud had laid claim to it … and seemed filthy, ‘no more than a comercial flyer perhaps’ the elf thought. Something in her made her kneel, stretch a hand outward, and grasp the missive. A quick pan-over almost forced her hand and she was one flick of the wrist away from letting it marinate in wet soil forever, until she noticed, recognized, and widened her eyes at - liken to full-moons - the names of her cousin and his wife! It would, however, take far more than the equally fallacious tongue of the Warlock who wrote this for her to believe such claims; Tanayem had to prod and probe herself…

[King_Kunuk 3022]

An elvish herald blinks, "oh, so she sold her soul to the Inverse Flame?" He muses, then gives a fatalistic shrug. If only he had the actual time to roleplay the character.