[You wanted a monster. . .]

[Aftrballini 450]

[Marred across the trees of the forest that stood tall overlooking the Empire gates.

Red dye that did drip in the rain. And etchings of a knife.]

 

 

 

   I have TAKEN BACK the heads of the false leaders. You fools fail at even this...

We sought a place of peace. To learn freely..

I would have forgiven the crimes upon Ark. For she had committed one herself. 

 

But you are MISTAKEN. If you think I will forgive so easily what you did to the innocent students. The teachers.

To the the only honorable man left of you lot. May his spirit rest knowing I will never stop until he is avenged.

How abhorrent the feeling I was left when I went to drop food off for alms..  The needy.

When I saw what you had done..

For this. I will bring you what you wanted. What you sought. 

You wanted a MONSTER?

Now you will HAVE one. . .

 

 

[Frisket 4538]

“ACHOO”

Vivien sneezed as she wandered the roads of the empire

 

free and in peace.

 

the High witch overlooked the city of rittensburgh with mild disgust, nearly because people are ok living in such expensive houses and overpriced sheds.

 

however she did come upon this messege left behind. Reading the name ark and words teacher and students. 
 

only then she grinned, and gave this below chortle, her hand raised to cover her mouth as she looked down upon the graffiti.

 

“So this is what she meant by that huh…”

[Coronate 5519]

The Smiling Sun admired the stolen frog of Amberghost from far South Tribalia, of which was reclaimed from the Mages of the floating landscar.

 

“rrrrrRRRRRIBBBBIT.” It echoed, encased in Trostine amber.

 

”Wonderful!” Rob beamed, giddy like a child!

[Morigung-oog 5697]

 

 

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Holy Ser Valithael did not look surprised as the note of implied vengeance arrived to her manor, delivered by a skittish servant who knew better than to interrupt their mistress at work. The 'fenn felt only a continued sense of vindication in a quiet, bitter sense, for few had heeded her warnings of the past, now clearly well-spoken. There had been signs, always signs; signs seemingly imperceptible to the common man, who knew little of the untamed ambition and hubris of magi. Often, they manifested as whispered rumours of wrongdoing or inadequacy that never quite died, or a decades-long pattern of cruelty that did not emerge overnight but was instead tolerated, overlooked or simply  excused and thus  quietly sunk into the fabric of those who stood beside it like an ugly stain upon expensive silk too costly to be removed. She did not believe for a moment that this had come as some sudden revelation to any of the mages of Veilward. No, it was a phenomenon all too common among the ranks of magi and elves; a masterful display of wilful ignorance, a deliberate turning of heads, and a conscious, premeditated decision to remain where it was comfortable rather than where it was right. They had known enough. More than enough. Power was a powerful corruptor, especially among mages.

 

The elf's nose wrinkled in disgust, turning to names displayed upon her board, to diagrams of the former mage citadel. "They speak the word 'monster' as though they did not knowingly walk into one's den." Chortled the ancient magus turned crusader of her own kind; the notion did not seem to elicit any sort of surprise, rather the sense of disappointment a guardian might feel for children who continue to poke a slumbering bear, even with warning. They had stood in her shadow, benefited from her presence, and told themselves whatever lies were necessary to justify it, she surmised. "Accountability and consequence are alien terms to those afflicted with arrogance."

 

Valithael had lived long enough to see this pattern repeated in every age: evil does not thrive because it was hidden, but because it was tolerated by those who find it useful. The mages of Veilward had found use in it, right up until the moment the cost became unavoidable.

 

The Magi of Veilward had long since crossed the line of justified sympathy. Warnings offered had been spat upon, redemption offers had been ignored. There was no room for the patience once extended by the former Minister of Magical affairs.

 

"You had every chance to walk away before this turned bloody. And now, you shall suffer the consequences of your arrogance."

 

The 'fenn turned, folding up a roll of parchment, and sealing it with noir wax, imprinted with her sigil; a silver eye, hollow gaze trained upon the opener-- a stern reminder that she was, in fact, always watching. It was tossed to her pet, a noir corvid who took to the skies in an instant.

 

"Ignorance does not equate to innocence."

 

 

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A letter would arrive upon the doorstep of the High Witch of Idunia, Vivien Maelstrom and that of Elijah, Luthien and Traskaath of Viru, Cerulia and Iryalen respectively, each carrying the same, ominous seal. Within, written in noir parchment in a fine, font was a simple message, a chance offered to prove one's self above the corruption of their peers:

 

Let none slip through your fingers.

 

Do not disappoint me.

 

-Val

 

 

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@docHP@UniBearse @Frisket@DankuzMemuz

[MRCHENN 4741]

“Come and get it.”

 

The Grand Inquisitor reclined in his chair.