[Siege] The Aenguls Cry, The Daemons Roar!

[Geo 1415]

Morthawl decides he has waited long enough and after long hours of pondering thoughts and repercussions he stands; beating a large paw against the ceremonial breastplate. Dropping on all fours he begins to enter a state of running wild, dashing swiftly through the shrubs and openings between the tree trunks. Circling round and round he went as he sped up the spiral staircase; reaching the city level of Xer'Tlaasu, kicking his back legs off of the edge he sprang off of the platform and onto the trunk of a larger tree, he unfurled his large black talons and dug them into the tree bark so he would not fall. Tearing one paw from the tree he began to move it up; each time his claws gripping tightly. Latching onto a strong tether of vines he began to manoeuvre up the tree rather nimble and as he leaped backwards he caught onto a branch; pulling himself to the treetop. He stood on the highest tree of the jungle, his view was magnificent but what was even more vision blessing was the fluorescent red and green cockatiel that perched there. Morthawl approached it cautiously and with heavy striding steps he stopped in front of it; it looked up in wonder and chirped at him. Morthawl bent knee as the melodic chirping ran through his ears; holding the small parrot within his palm he stroked the top of its' head with one of his claws and placed his note firmly within its' solid beak.

Morthawl pushed his arm high; sending the bird high into the air. It's wings fluttered a little before zooming off, its' wings slashing at the air as it soared gracefully up from the cavern jungle of Xer'Tlaasu and into the great forest of Elandriel. Its wings beated pridefully at the scenery below as it pick up speed; high over every treetop as it continued its journey. Its' eyes picked up the awe-inspiring sight that was the great tree and the cockatiel knew that is where it must descend and so it did. Perching on the tiny riverboat it looked curiously at the druid that had boarded. Watching as he slowly rowed the oar it chirped in beautiful song, having sang the same song six times before they finally reached the destination everyone that had heard it must have had their spirits risen. It swooped down from its' perch at the boat in the Cloud Temple docks only to soar back up into the sky, past all the grand ships and turning back towards that tunnel; narrowly entering the bird swerved side to side as it dodged any trafficking humanoids that may have been there, over the dwarves under the orcs, around the elves and humans. Plunging high into the air as it entered the Wilven Sanctuary Valley it circle the middle platform, looking down with its' perceptive eye. There it was, the target. The woman Morthawl had whispered into its' ear; Kyral. The bird swooped down with a increasing magnitude pulling its' whole body weight back as it slowed down gradually; perching upon her shoulder. Its' beak parted and the note fluttered through the wind into her hands; sealed tightly with a knot made of bamboo inside the note contained:

"Sa'vi Kyral; I am someone you may be familiar with, for I am Tlatlanni Morthawl of the Kharajyr and do I bare only words but an offering. Word of this battle has not been kept a secret I can assure you; for even us - The Kharajyr - deep in our Jungle of Xer'Tlaasu have heard about it. From Morthawl's perspective you hospitable, in fact if you had not saved me from the brink of death the Kharajyr would be without their Tlatlanni. I have heard you have some definitely varied tribes among you in this viable conquest, many factions I would not expect to be fighting aside one another, or myself fighting aside. This made my offer rather hesitant but then I took into perspective my own people; for the surface are not the only people bothered by these parasites and I assure you most of Asulon would have rid of them. Then I took in mind the cubs that our people are raising; for I wish for them to be the best warriors Morthawl has seen in his time. Instead of the normal rite of adulthood I shall test their mettle directly by sending them into the brink of a war. Shall they not survive? They rest with Metztli and they have proven they are not ready, shall they pass the test? They shall be knocked into a sense of battle like no cub has ever experience and shall broaden them ferocious fighters. As the Tlatlanni of the Kharajyr I wish to offer you our aid in your upcoming battle, offering you our soldiers would be beneficial to everyone's good. If you wish to speak further on the matter then have us meet somewhere, if you do not simply return my parrot to me bearing a response. Sa'vi Kyral."

[Arkelos 1027]

-Kha joining Snip-

Kyral reads the note, smiling widely as she sends her Blood Red Hawk with a letter attached.

"I Kyral Hightower would be honored to have you join us in this battle. May the Children of the Kha reach adulthood in this battle."

[Arkelos 1027]

-Ascended Remnants snip-

Kyral gives a formal curtsey to elf, smiling as she opens both palms. To her right there is a scar in the shape of the Eye of Iblees, to the left, the mark of the Ascended, a scar of a mongoose head. Kyral closes her hands together in prayer as she smiles, checking her hands as she looks back up to Aleryn.

"Long ago, I was much like the Necromancers that we desire to end. Mindless servants of Iblees, and if not Iblees, they are pawns to a greater force. It makes no difference. They are the weavers of their of threads of fate, to create or take apart. To step up, or crumble. I decided with my freedom at one point to let loose my rage, and I crumbled, fell apart."

Kyral looks at Selina and smiles warmly, putting her hand on Selina's shoulder as Kyral looked back to Aleryn. Eyes dulling for a moment, the depth of her sins coming across her face. Kyral had killed thousands. Forcing many to flee for their lives, she felt their sorrow, their pain in that instant. Frowning.

"I committed many sins, I killed, ate, and enslaved people. I felt that I had no choice, as I was a creation of Iblees. I felt that my former "Master" would take me back. Selina here had changed my life. Twenty or so years ago when the Plague hit Asulon. I became different. Rather then working for myself, I began to work for the people. Slowly I changed, slowly, I became better."

Kyral opens her right hand, tracing the Eye of Iblees scar and presents it to Aleryn. The scar seemed to be deep, bumpy and roughly callused. Kyral looked past her had to Aleryn, a neutral expression on her face.

"What do you think, should this mark be the burden I carry throughout my life? Everytime I look at it, I remember everything as if it is happening again. The nightmares come back, the days get longer and I feel the souls of the dead pull at my heart like a medic ripping an arrow from flesh. Should this be the first step in my repenting? Shall we take the fight to the damned ones, shall we crosh them where they stand and preserve this world?"

Kyral balls her right hand into a fist, eyes regaining their color as a small stream of tears fall from her face, smiling as she nods. Looking to the hand as she growls once. Anger apparent as Kyral states.

"We will crush them, no matter the cost. No matter what I will see to it that I never have to go back down the dark path in order to become what I swear to defend! I will become the light in the Darkness that is my very soul! I will not back down, not when the whole world lays on not only my armies shoulders, but the Orcs, Kharajyr, Dwarves, Humans! I will not let them suffer, while I still draw breathe I will undo what these necromancers dare try to bring into MY realm...."

Kyral opens her left palm, showing the mongoose head. She then opens her right palm again, Holding them back out.

"I am both light and darkness, in perfect balanced harmony. I am what cultists dread, and what those who follow their patrons revere. I am the Walker of Shadows and Light. I will walk my path, but with you and Selina by my side. I ask of you, Ascended, what will you do? Will you assist and help us heal the wounded? Will you accompany me into battle? Will you help me purge the unholy? I will be there."

Kyral puts her hands to her side, smiling as she offers Aleryn a seat. Kyral taking a drink of water as she sighs.

"Soon, we will march upon them."

[chanman98 7]

((On the time situation, I'm not going to be on much during the week; high school. If we could set it up on a weekend, I find that most people would find it desireable.))

[Arkelos 1027]

Warclaim is on hold, I have been very sick, and busy IRL. I'm sure this will come to a head soon, but until then, this warclaim is on hold for a while.