Summon of Enlightment

[Zonty 994]

 

The following is a small vision to which the remainder of the post is a consequence

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Black swathes churn around his vision. The cradle of sleep pulls him into an uneasy embrace. He falls through the roiling filaments of shadow & entropy until a beam of silver light punctures from the depths he plummets to. A ray that is joined by another, and another, and a new again. The cerulean springs needle and skein through the nothing that obtrudes Azulon and unwind that silk. Images coalesce. He perceives suddenly that he falls not down but up. Borne by invisible draw, his limp figure whisks towards the pale radiance until he is enwreathed in the ethereal fragrance. 

 

 

Then his celerity whittles and he remains only afloat, half-enchanted, half-awake. Through half-shut lashes he roams through the dazzling aether that dances around, but the shapes he gauged undulate; meld and disperse, morph and demorph. 

 

 

“Roual ra, velulaeya-onny–” A voice resonates, clear and powerful. “Laht a’geok udax-el, reeky laht hazha yx der lomarn gobel uhv’laht amul.” From the cerulean light a frame bleeds, dappled, outlined by shadow, a humanoid shape that lunges at Azulon and against whomst he strives. The battle is fierce, sweat lades his brow and his breath splinters, but his attrition fails against his foe and those arcane hands catch his throat in stranglehold. Tackled down to the ground, he thrashes and tries to wrangle himself free. Vainly.

 

 

“Laht zuloa kerkhol vat laht yx a’ynx me nymbra. Laht yx syex a’autto khura varyeor, myl katas xuth…” A sigh of the divine voice reverberates in Azulon’s ear and then he feels something seep into his limbs. A different seizure that never dwelt in his muscle. A new strength. Foreign. Unright. His vision, malnourished as it is already, sinks towards darkness. But he catches onto the new sensation and he embraces it. It envelops him and through his writhing limbs it bristles. Flame bursts and scorches his adversary. It melts through his arcane visage and wreaks it apart. 

 

 

“Zuloa..” A voice cooes and the light wanes. A figure suspends ahead of the slowly rising malyker: a silhouette afore a sheen of the moon. “Yekno Teymo-el Ker, zy aheor bo toomah-el aeth malyker. Yekno uhv’laht amul.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[!] Along the sites of men and elf, dwarf and orc alike, papers start appearing nailed to the boards. A curt message though the drawing is bequeathed a courtesy of skill

 

[See the following spoiler to avoid reading scrawly letters]

 

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I seek across lands of men: with-in and with-out, the masters of arcane artisanry that the wise dub the Old Dark and the younger name the Void. That which the too ignorant or too ambitious fear, and which only emboldened by courage but stayed by steeled heart dare to wield despite. 

 

Seek me, in a camp of malyker north-east of Aldruun, or pen a letter to my name: I am Azulon and I strive to master those intricate secrets; to wield the power of elements in my grasp.

 

 

 

I seek across lands of men: with-in and with-out, the masters of arcane artisanry that the wise dub the Old Dark and the younger name the Void. That which the too ignorant or too ambitious fear, and which only emboldened by courage but stayed by steeled heart dare to wield despite. 

 

Seek me, in a camp of malyker north-east of Aldruun, or pen a letter to my name: I am Azulon and I strive to master those intricate secrets; to wield the power of elements in my grasp.

 

 

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If you want to interact, send a bird to _Zonty (Azulon), or better yet – message me on discord (zontyyy) because hells know when I will come around to check letters in-game.

 

[Morigung-oog 5697]

"Emboldened by courage or foolishness, I wonder." A Holy Knight spellblade pondered thoughtfully. For a moment, her form fell still, corpselike. The words to leave her next were not quite wholly her own.

 

"Fear the old dark"