The Martyring of Ildon

[KidKrinkles 2043]

[This information is freely knowable: spurned on through the rumor mill of taverns and gossipers in Azuras; as part of the 'First Light' eventline.]

 

 

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The Unmade World

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A devilry is afoot.

The autumn leaves that sweep Ildon’s cobbled paths turn to mulch beneath the wind.
A corruption brews in the distance, its tendrils threading through the soil—creeping ever closer.

Nature grows disquieted.
A silence hangs in the branches.

Only the sound of footsteps remains.

An umbral ichor stains the maw of the Rook,
and rots along its shores.

Martyr yourself.

Homes are shuttered. Doors are barred.
When neighbors knock, there is no answer.

Only the fading rumble of a cart,
clouded with flies, heavy with death.

All will prostrate themselves before an unliving sky.

A devilry is afoot.

And soon,

it comes.

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Spoiler

[04/03/26, 6pm EST. Hard PK Event, in Ildon, Idunia.]

[CRP. Expect a big fight.]

[Navigator 4260]

Something stirred. Something gargled and choked on the very Abyss it drank from.

Decrepit. Undone by the Light most Pure, remade by the Abyss. . .

There would be no peace for it. There would be no purification, no matter how much that curse-bearer sought it.

 

"Rise."

[Cally 1080]

The Matriarch of Rourke, Maerîl leant over a whetstone wheel, sloshing her hand into water before bringing the axe head of Airgead up to its tumble. She looked over to her husband. "Do you want me to do Liar's Bane next?" She asked, feeling his presence in the forge's archway.

 

@Bones

[Bones 180]

Ser Edwyn held up Liar's Bane to the low light of the forge, its otherworldly surface shimmering and warping the reflection of all around it. "Nei, my Lady. . . There is nei stone that will sharpen her so well as a husk of the damned." Proclaimed the old knight as he looked fondly on his faithful sword for a few moments, twisting it left and right to shift the mirrored world within it. 

[LichinCrocs 257]

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[xDisarray 552]

Nikitus readied his arms and those of the Greye Guard. He'd prepare training plans, readying his people for any sort of future conflict. He wasn't sure of his future, he didn't expect he would lead a small group of soldiers until now, aiding his family. His wish for freedom with no bounds shall come soon enough.

 

on the other hand... 

 

Cathal looked to the future, on what may come of Ildon, how could it improve? What come of its defenses should a large force show up at their gates? Only time would tell.

[Wizry 1218]

With the growing rumours, Maeve shifted a moment in her chair - scratching at her head. A distressing part of the Templar wished to run from Ildon and let the Idunians handle it, regardless if that would cause more deaths.

 

Nevertheless, the young elf penned letters to a friend and a grandmother:

 

@Lbunz120

Spoiler

Hello Leoni,

 

It's not with purely good news that I write to you. I'm not dead, which is always a good sign. But regardless, there's been rumours of devilry in Ildon.

I'll be honest, I'm not one for long letters. Here's the question:

 

You in or out? If so, bring friends.

Maeve.

 

@bloomtiara

Spoiler

Hello grandmother Atlan,

 

I'm not dead! It's pleasant news enough to hopefully nullify the reason I'm writing you.

There seems to be darkspawn in the form of devilry, rumoured at least, in Ildon. I'm looking to get some help, if you could - perhaps - help me out here?

Peace and health,

Maeve.

 

[Mordringfan 166]

The rumours eventually reach the Frost Dwarf as he aimlessly travelled the Azuran continent, but he could not help but be curious enough to investigate them.

[danhjkk 27]

Nursing an injury to the head, Hilda knew that Taverns were no place for her to spend her time. Nevertheless, she found herself listening in on snippets of strangers' conversations and leaning forth to eagerly listen, and admittedly eavesdrop, for more.
"I see..." She mumbled to herself.
She figured that her head was healed enough. She didn't get anymore headaches and she could hold her sword steady. And she didn't need that cane anymore.
She stood, walking back to the d'Artagnan estate to prepare herself and write a letter.
Would this be a tragic tale of a naive girl searching for Glory?
Or the first of many great deeds in the name of d'Artagnan?
Only GOD knows.
And only time will tell.


@Ryse

Spoiler

Brother o' Mine, Willeon

I'm sure you've heard of the devilry afoot in Ildon. With your shrewdness, I'm sure you've heard it before me. Do me a favor and allow your sister the opportunity to ride into battle with you. GOD knows I cannot lose another sibling to my negligence. If you do not approve of me going into battle so soon, then there is nothing you can do. I will fight to the death for you. Bring friends. The more the merrier.

Regards,
Hilda d'Artagnan