Valannor

Yes, because voidal magic needs to be able to do Cleric/Deity Magic level healing, better-than-Afflicted/Seer shapeshifting, Seer prophetic capabilities, Necromancy revival, Minor Godhood, Better-Than-Heraldry/Nephilim branding, restore Hard-PKed individuals whos souls have been eaten by the void... I, too, welcome my void-magic overlords. 💅

Over the ruins of the drakeblighted lands that once comprised the Paladin Fortress of Sunbreak, the darkened clouds grumbled idly in discontent - the once-jovial song of nature turned to weeping cries of pain, the earth suffocated beneath the oppressive draconic taint. In the heart of the fortress, something stirred - like tribal drums, a great rift of green and gold appeared in the sky. Like the flames which wrought it, the blight was scoured, consumed beneath the oppressive wrath of the Horned Lord’s adherents. What had been crafted in malice by the hand of the Arch-Drakaar was undone in a matter of mere weeks of effort, foiled by the hand of the Aspect’s Chosen. Stone began to crumble, the fortress began to wither. A great blow struck, to be sealed thereon. The Phoenix had begun to be avenged.

A Keeper of Xan allowed those befuddling, hallucinogenic fumes to slip past the filter she donned - artifice cleansing the air she breathed as she overlooked the convulsing, shivering form of the Silverhand she'd subjected to such hellish torment. Golden hues settling upon the writhing mound, her head tilted. Dawn soon came, and the fumes had long since faded. "Pass through the fire and flame - You will either have broken, or emerged with tempered resolve from the crucible of your own make."

[!] The events detailed hereon are considered public knowledge, able to be known by any who would have known the desolation of the Tomblands. Decades had passed since the baleful fog of death had fallen upon the expanse of graves and crypts, growing endlessly to consume all the land around it. Many would have wandered into its haze never to be seen again, those upon its fringes bearing witness to the incessant wailing of souls in torment. Long had it remained this way - corrupted, blighted, a stain upon the earth. A howl was heard - the earth trembled, quaking as the Veil’s fabric was warped and momentarily rent asunder. The dread fog of sickly green receded at a dizzying pace, the wails died to naught but mere whispers, and even those were then snuffed. The skies would sing and weep in gladness, a light sprinkle falling upon the soil. Where once forbidden from showing its face, the sun now smiled its soothing rays upon the tranquil grounds of death and despair. The air was lighter, the mood less dour. Dawn had set upon the land with the scream of malefic spirits rent back across the veil. What had occurred to drive such change?

A Lord of the Empyrean would find itself wrothful at such visions - for it knew well what hells they foretold. "Remember well, Sister - We do not fear thy flame. Pervert our cause so, thy fate shall be only yours to blame..."

Look at you being an absolute chad. I look forwards to reviewing this in mag.

I will rain hellfire upon you for subjecting my homie to this hell

As we give of ourselves to the Lion, The Lion gives of himself unto us. We swear these vows, clad in sunlight eternal, So that we may never again forget our covenant. The worn nib of a quill scratched sapphire ink into artisan parchment - the Keeper’s eyes worn and weary, the only light to aid her radiating from the candlestick she kept by her bedside. Until suddenly, there was precious little space left to work with - she blinked, scanning the space before her a few times as if she’d missed something. It was only after long moments did she realize it; She’d missed nothing at all. After half a century, she had run out of parchment. There was naught left to scribe. Her work was done. The Great Work was finished, at long last. A few dry chuckles left dry and chapped lips, her head shaken in disbelief. Unsteady, she made her way to her bed at long last, collapsing into pillows of geese feathers and a mattress of velveteen wool. Her assistants would handle the appropriate distribution - but for now? For now, The Keeper would rest.

A Keeper of Xan would loft a brow at the Initiate's declaration of revolt, and his assumption of noble peerage. "It is the will of Xan that all who serve him do so in totality; for it is not the concerns of mortal wars which draw the Lion's gaze. Never shall we make military allegiance with any one realm of man, for your status demands respect - not of you, but from you... Four broken in a single stroke. Not seen that since Eugeo."

A Keeper of Xan would smile a sigh of mirthful relief - raising a glass of wine in the comfort of her warship. A great step forwards for the Order, and their friendship with the Sons of Urguan.

I'd assume the exact same reasons. Lmao

Discord: Valannor#7030 IGN: Valannor Dragon Knight - 605 Golden Sandstone - 130 Elven Lily - 80

Discord: Valannor#7030 IGN: Valannor Dragon Knight - 455 Golden Sandstone - 130 Elven Lily - 80

ZA WARUDO

W/ all due respect, Mady, where was the calm and respect when multiple members of our own staff team harassed a long-time player into leaving outright?

Godspeed, Kibu. o7

"But... The Silver Isles are lizardless?" An Elfess tilted her head confusedly.

A Keeper of Xan would be shown the missive as she were deep at work in the esoteric laboratory which wrought perfection beyond mortal reckoning - the robotic butler scurrying away as its master read the parchment. A long time passed, before she burst into uncontrollable laughter, clutching her stomach at the sheer hilarity of it all. "W-What do you mean they banned procreation?! Are the Masters of Dragonkind truly so virgin as to attempt to control the love lives of others?! GODS, I feel like I'm in a nunnery- Is this a blow of reprisal because noone could ever love a face that bloody ugly?"

An Adherent to the Sun smiled the sun's smile upon the sight of the missive.

In the forges of Cadia, The Seeker's Ark, a Keeper of Xan would turn from her crafts - delivered the missive by a member of the burgeoning automaton crew. She nodded grimly at its contents, a deep sigh escaping the Elfess as she ran a hand through her hair. "Every day, the front grows larger - The Sons of Urguan know well the threat we all face, and the steps which must be taken to combat it. Ruin cannot be allowed to fester... at any cost, it must be eradicated at the source."