The Black thorn dominion

[dark lord Ragtanatos 414]

8 hours ago, Sir_omni said:

„Ahhh this fool still trying this“ commented a young blond haired man seeing those paper wasting missives“ this paper could been used in books“

“Yet here you stand… reading every word.”

17 hours ago, Smoketheknight said:

The Harlequin grabs the missive out of Galbatorix's hands and proceeds to read it

 

"By all that is wicked. . .His authority is so inconmensurable! He even holds the power to reassure his statement. . "

 

"Your text here!" Calfaxmalis exclaims.

 

“The court jesters grow loud whenever kingdoms begin to rise.”

4 hours ago, Ardory said:

Deep within the forests of the frigid north, a creature of the phantasmal shudders. He fears the coming of the Dark Lord.

“The north has always known what stirs beneath the dark.”

[LichinCrocs 257]

[Samson Option 9652]

1 hour ago, dark lord Ragtanatos said:

“Yet here you stand… reading every word.”

 

 

 

[Vegancomedy 35]

Wedii Dorri Illwm, steward of the fishing guild, gently irked her brow as she read over the missive, before pausing, and breaking out into a lengthened chuckle, words spilled forth from her mouth, "I must tell Spuds Wick of this, For this is quite the tale, I recall when he raided a manor in Alduun, quite the entertainer. . ." Remarked she, rising from her place in the sacred temple of Maehrel-Vaxu, to head for the aviary, and write of this missive, posthaste.

[Martino 27]

In a room full of alchemical and magical utensils a man would sit. A letter slips in from a slit in the wall. Fresh news... 

A look of destain and disgust makes itself present on the face of the Heartlander... The letters content seems uterly ridiculous. It must have been written by a prankster or maybe not even a human being? The man lets out a word or two towards it before burning it aboth a candle:
"Pathetic! Dark lord? What a statement. A title without any actions is meaningless just like resistance against the human state. This is an insult to all the blood and sweat me and other like-minded individuals have coverd themself in. In the end... t̸̳͈̝̾h̸̟͚̲̯̀̊̕e̶̠̅́ ̴̗̰̤̲͕̈́̾w̴͇̲̅͐͒̕ę̵̔̿̿̏ḁ̵̛̰̥͔͎̃k̷̘̈͘ͅ ̷̭̄̆̽̀̂a̵̤̲̯͕̍r̶͖̪̭̉̚e̴̝̣̝͂ ̸̉̽͆ͅm̸̠̘̠͍̂͗͜͝͝e̴̲̳͛a̶̢͍͐͋͝t̵͔̱̃̚ ̷̙͕̻͋̅́͝a̷͍̝̐̍͘̚ṇ̴̻̬͈͋̚d̶̮̮͙͉̲̀͝͝ ̸̗̀̐̄t̴̖̣̝͈̿͋̍h̸̖̯̪̰̑́e̵̛͙̓ ̶̲̺͖͆͘̚s̸͈̫̫̏͐̿̚ͅt̴̘̫̲̤͂̀̕r̴̝̪̾̌͒̓ò̷̙̱͒n̶̰͖̭͓̗͐̄͛̿g̷̟͈̺̉ ̸̫̃̋͌ḋ̵̫ö̸̫̜̜̻́̔̒ ̸̧͖̳̪̆̕͝e̵̢̗̫̘̤͑́̒̂ạ̵̼̗̻͛̿͒͜t̸̩͊̐͐... ." 

~Smoke and a burnt smell fills the air. The memory of this letter is forgotten just as fast as it was created...~

[Aftrballini 450]

   The flickering gaze of a spectral crow catches itself upon the missive in passing. It’s burned form twitches as it ponders. It’s reddened eyes a mix of torment. ‘Finally someone is doing something other than rotting in the dark. Waiting to be snuffed. Or debating in shadowy councils.’ The Monster returns then to it’s cawing. To pecking of stray seeds. 

[dark lord Ragtanatos 414]

7 hours ago, Vegancomedy said:

Wedii Dorri Illwm, steward of the fishing guild, gently irked her brow as she read over the missive, before pausing, and breaking out into a lengthened chuckle, words spilled forth from her mouth, "I must tell Spuds Wick of this, For this is quite the tale, I recall when he raided a manor in Alduun, quite the entertainer. . ." Remarked she, rising from her place in the sacred temple of Maehrel-Vaxu, to head for the aviary, and write of this missive, posthaste.

“Alduun still speaks my name?

Then perhaps the manor burned brighter than I recalled.”

3 hours ago, Aftrballini said:

   The flickering gaze of a spectral crow catches itself upon the missive in passing. It’s burned form twitches as it ponders. It’s reddened eyes a mix of torment. ‘Finally someone is doing something other than rotting in the dark. Waiting to be snuffed. Or debating in shadowy councils.’ The Monster returns then to it’s cawing. To pecking of stray seeds. 

“The dark was never meant for waiting.

Only for those willing to rise within it.”

3 hours ago, Martino said:

In a room full of alchemical and magical utensils a man would sit. A letter slips in from a slit in the wall. Fresh news... 

A look of destain and disgust makes itself present on the face of the Heartlander... The letters content seems uterly ridiculous. It must have been written by a prankster or maybe not even a human being? The man lets out a word or two towards it before burning it aboth a candle:
"Pathetic! Dark lord? What a statement. A title without any actions is meaningless just like resistance against the human state. This is an insult to all the blood and sweat me and other like-minded individuals have coverd themself in. In the end... t̸̳͈̝̾h̸̟͚̲̯̀̊̕e̶̠̅́ ̴̗̰̤̲͕̈́̾w̴͇̲̅͐͒̕ę̵̔̿̿̏ḁ̵̛̰̥͔͎̃k̷̘̈͘ͅ ̷̭̄̆̽̀̂a̵̤̲̯͕̍r̶͖̪̭̉̚e̴̝̣̝͂ ̸̉̽͆ͅm̸̠̘̠͍̂͗͜͝͝e̴̲̳͛a̶̢͍͐͋͝t̵͔̱̃̚ ̷̙͕̻͋̅́͝a̷͍̝̐̍͘̚ṇ̴̻̬͈͋̚d̶̮̮͙͉̲̀͝͝ ̸̗̀̐̄t̴̖̣̝͈̿͋̍h̸̖̯̪̰̑́e̵̛͙̓ ̶̲̺͖͆͘̚s̸͈̫̫̏͐̿̚ͅt̴̘̫̲̤͂̀̕r̴̝̪̾̌͒̓ò̷̙̱͒n̶̰͖̭͓̗͐̄͛̿g̷̟͈̺̉ ̸̫̃̋͌ḋ̵̫ö̸̫̜̜̻́̔̒ ̸̧͖̳̪̆̕͝e̵̢̗̫̘̤͑́̒̂ạ̵̼̗̻͛̿͒͜t̸̩͊̐͐... ." 

~Smoke and a burnt smell fills the air. The memory of this letter is forgotten just as fast as it was created...~

“Action is the only language history remembers.

And history has only just begun.”

[Vertigo_Round 328]