The Stag Screams in Pain

[The Court of the Sun 25]

[!] Nailed to the walls of nearly every Norlandic Settlement, and some Imperial!

 

Do-Gooders nailing the missive to the walls of Wynlomere.

 

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The Stag Screams in Pain

 

I bring you news of the most unfortunate concern. It is sad to inform you, but your Council is riddled with Infernalism. In their distractions of chasing after those who murdered a ‘Shaman’; they have made one fatal flaw, overextension. 

 

First, let us start with the obvious. 

Professor Elijah Aetherveil, or Nasthoria, whatever he calls himself these days, is an Infernalist, the greatest sin upon our Material Plane. And we have the suitable evidence to prove our claims. 

Firstly, lawbearers of Norland; the man who inhabits the seat of Okal’sae, your Second Hand on the Rosalian Council, is a man of the most questionable moral qualities. It is no open secret that he meddles in the Void, he is an Artificer by trade, and in the days of Cerulia he made a great profit selling Arcanium, anyone with a recordbook can see this fact is clear. Perhaps he has a writ from the High King, perhaps he has relied on the Rosalian Council to avoid making his magocratic affinity clear, who knows. 

 

Did you know he brainwashed a child into forgetting his abuse? Clement of Adria, a poor kid he was. He was suffering abuse by his Infernalist associates. Clement of Adria was planning on telling his guardians of the abuse he was suffering. Instead, the Professor used his glasses, his Artificery Masterwork, which possesses illusionary prophetic properties, and brainwashed the young ‘ker into believing that his abuse was merely a dream. Dip his glasses in Auric Oil, watch those properties break down. Hold up a lens of Arcana Flow to him, watch him glow. 

 

Did you know he forced a child into indentured servitude? There was a poor kid, he forced him to hold the Hammer to forge Arcanium, all the while his Infernalist Associates stood next to the child and stared him down, the heat of the metal and exertion of the Hammer too much to bear. The boy nearly collapsed! He made the boy sit underneath the massive floating Voidal Crystal in the Sanguine Shimmering Forests, letting the wisps of the Void flow into his young body and terrorize his feeble mind. 

 

Besides the horrid thing of unethical Voidal Magocracy he has made the youth unwillingly experience, the Professor's hands are deep in the grapes of the Black Church. He feeds on the wisps of power they once gave him, he has worked with those Demons; and we have names! 

 

Nrotaara of the Glowing Eyes; the Cloaked Woman, a Demon of the High Hells. He has worked with this one in particular for decades, they shook hands, forged Arcanium together, and introduced many of his more unkept underlings to her.

 

Malkael, also known to most as the Chimera. We personally do not know much about the specifics, but the Professor has said he is one of the most benevolent Demons in the Black Church, and has in the past encouraged many of his underlings to do deals with him if he offers. 

 

The fallen Vriza, may his soul dwell deep in the High Hells where it belongs. He worked with the Professor fairly well to our knowledge, although the specifics our beyond our limited grasps. 

 

The man who claims to be righteous is one of the most corrupt pieces of Malindom in the North. You cannot check his hands for brands, because he has none. Despite working with the Infernals left and right, he had the foresight to not become a Warlock himself. His soul is too committed to the Void, that he doesn’t even have the capacity to take the Ixrisian Oath! To our knowledge he is not a Vampyre or a Dog-Man, so those tests will likely yield no conclusive results. But, check his books! We have an excerpt in our possession, in fact!

 

“Draw Runes of the Elements; Fire, Water, Air, Earth, Aether; and in the center MALKAEL. This is the path laid before me. I shall plunge into Hell to find HER.”

 

To those who do not know what this is, we are glad you don’t. But these are partial instructions to construct a variant of a Pentacle, to Commune and Contact the Devils of the High Hells. He has passed copies of these notes to only the Lord knows who, and one of these copies ended up in our grasps! These papers he copied from his Infernal Books, and passed to his underlings. 

 

Now, onto Mae’ralin Avalon! Check the corpse's hands, they are burnt, are they not? It was a fitting punishment for his crimes against the Natural Order. Some time before his demise, it was reported to us that his Wife and Daughter witnessed him aiding a Warlock in the open in the caverns of Wynlomere. A Devil of Ixris, with horns and a tail. This Devil was dispatched, as he held no writ, and his menacing nature. Mae’ralin was begged by his people to deal with the Warlock three times, each time he ignored such demands, and on the third time, insulted them. 

 

Naturally, this concern was forwarded to us; and we moved with Orders from the Lady-Protector herself to deal with the Infernal. We investigated, we found him guilty, and we legally executed the Infernal-Shaman under our rights. They gave us Orders to purge the Infernal, but in the end they should have specified “Infernals who don’t give us Magic.” Their true nature was revealed! And now we witness the innocent being punished and blamed for our crimes. An easy scapegoat, the Urukhim are. Destroy their red inkwells, terrorize the diaspora, insult their Spirits. 

 

MAE’RALIN THE INFERNAL-SHAMAN IS DEAD AND WE KILLED HIM.

 

ELIJAH NASTHORIA IS IN THE INFERNAL-COURT.

 

SIOFRA OF ADILER IS BEING TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF. 

 

THEY ARE LYING TO YOU.

 

[Iulius 206]

The Thegn eagerly takes notes, preparing a new wave of purges against the ones of the Dark.

 

"Something is happening!"

 

He exclaims, happy to see that maybe the endless cycle of "nothing ever happens" was broken.

[Chimeraof1999 1187]

"Look at that, who says they can't betray themselves?"

The Darkstalker cackled loudly, smacking his knee when he grasped this missive.

[UniBearse 922]

28 minutes ago, The Court of the Sun said:

Did you know he brainwashed a child into forgetting his abuse?

Coming across a lengthy missive, she took the time to read them with her tea as if it's her morning routine. Luthien slowly frowned as she began to read more "Maybe I should find my daughter..."

[PrinceTheDM 275]

Elijah Nasthoriel Aetherveil peers at the missive delivered to him, and frowns, his daughter reading gently next to him. She tries to peer and read along with him but can't quite make out the words. He simply sighs, "They could have at least gotten my name right.."

 

He begins to write some letters, it seems that paternity leave was soon to come to a close.

 

 

[Bird5k 1083]

35 minutes ago, The Court of the Sun said:

SIOFRA OF ADILER IS BEING TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF. 

The Patriarch of House Adiler hums, a frown forming on his expression, his daughter being taken advantage of? He should perhaps investigate to see if such is true; he won't allow the goodwill of his Talonnii to be abused.

[clearlynoko 201]

Andromeda Adiler leaned over the paper as her mother showed her the missive. A frown grew on her face. Her father in law and her sister mentioned. "I'm going to show this to Sylvii." She mumbled. "I don't understand---he didn't go back, did he? I thought he was done." Her hands came to her face, a quiet groan leaving her. Her Bard Apprentice chittered, hiding in her skirts to get away from the stress. "Ugh, Elijah, why do you do this to yourself?"

@Little_Kitty48

[Frisket 4537]

“Hm…”

 

Equally Both Vivien and Em- Francheska Muttered.

[TheDrHedgehog 150]

In a corner of the Ibleesian black church did a mongrel chuckle and giggle, in it's hands, a missive an imp had brought.

"Tssk, tssk, tssk . . . if such is true, this wretch is terrible at hiding their tracks. I am ne surprised, these Mali'Aherals have always been riddled with naivety and ignorance. Credit must be given where it is due though, infiltrating so deep into a norlandic vassal's government is worth some praise."

A hydra, the size of one's arm peered over the creature's shoulder, it's multitude of heads hissing and whispering.

                              "Chaos!"

"Poison!"                                 

                         "Venom!"

They spoke to one another before turning their heads to the mongrel's.

"More, more, it must spread!"

A quiet hum was given in response. The nightmare stood up, the great serpent slid back under it's cowl, a rift opened before them, and both disappeared through it.

[KeiaTypeBeat 3276]

1 hour ago, The Court of the Sun said:

Wife

"Ex" is added before "wife" on some of these missives. Who knows by who. 

[Hungy 66]

Learza Reavenkind heeds the missive as she returned home from another lesson of smoggers. "My. . Why hate the spider for weaving the web, but not the web after you are the one who ran through it."  The elfess sighed. Before taking off her trusty armor, and opting for a long night's rest. 

[BonesOfTheEarth 2252]

Malkael witnesses the notice he himself was named in, cackling aloud. His infernal march continues with a declaration,

"My missive is public. Anyone who desires to break the shackles of mortal flesh may find me yet."

[Damien H. Buckler 43]

Bojangles of Adria squints down at the missive after copying it down earlier for what probably is the tenth time as his living doll works behind him, sweeping up his lab. His eyes were locked and brows were furrowed at the name “Clement of Adria”. He raised his head with a quizzical look on his face, “... I have never heard of this kid being an Adrian..." He muttered to himself inquisitively, "Clement lived in Petra with his allegedly abusive father… But never Adria I don't think…” Bojangles then winced as a loud CRASH sounded behind him. "ACK?" The man looked back as his doll accidentally hit a shelf full of glass bottles, sighing out before giving a glance at the name Elijah Nasthoriel. “... I just hope this stuff about Elijah ain’t true… The evidence is certainly lacking.” He sighed out before leaving the copy of the missive on his work bench and getting back to work cleaning up.

[Sir_omni 151]

Spoiler

Clement lived in Petra with his allegedly abusive father… But never Adria I don't think…”

A now dead Gaston watches down from the heavens seeing this „ ahh Clement…. My son. I never could say goodbye to you or make up to my faults“ he indeed was the adoptive father of the ker. He might had some harsh conversations with Clement but never raised a hand against his son.

[ValleyOfLavender 580]

Siofra sat at the edge of the dock, seilently reading through a missive she held neatly within her hands, the water beneath her feet catching the light in soft shifting riples but she had no energy to admire them. her posture was straight only by habit now, weariness had settled into her shoulders, into the slow way her eyes traced the same lines twice as if deisbelief alone might change the words. 

as the sound of footsetps approached she looked up and the coldness in her epxpression eased into something gentler though no less tired. 

"hmm..." she murmured and lowered the page enough to look over the edge up to her father "oh Maln... i did nae hear you approach"
 

Her gaze drifted back over the paper, her eyes lingering on the final lines, a faint humourless smile touched her mouth.

“...They think me some doe wandering blind through the wood.”

 

she let out a qiet breath through her nose, almost a laugh though it was more weary then amused, she looked out across the water once more before she spoke again. 

 

“How charitable of them to warn me that wolves have teeth.”

 

the missive bent in her hands much like how her patience did, still her voice remained calm. 

 

"weather this is a warning, a provocation, or merely someone's idea of theatre... im conflicted.." she murmured as she folded the page with care

"though i will admit... i should live very much for one matter... just one... to arrive without dragging five more behind it..."