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Tezellion'uth within some cave in some far off place awoke, a fire within the cavern. Requiring such he moved to seek some coffee grind mixing such until making a satisfactory brew. The Beans were of a distinctive origin grown along the Red Mountain. the Azdrazi knew not of his secrets of perfect coffee nor could they taste it anyway. He grew more alert moving onto the missives his imps scavenge and bring before him. Within he read something about eclipses, ignoring the missives he proceeded to look outside, the sun was still up as the Warlock shrieked hating sunlight soon returning to his glorious darkness. He returned; the Dread Prince looked back to the missive reading such upside down for a moment before he had a great idea. Clenching his fist he though to what had to be done... what horror he could bring. From a great elevation he quickly folded the missive together. Crafted meticulously the missive made an avian shape with an arrow like head, darting away to drift away with the wind and hopefully hit someone.

Tezellion'uth a Warlock bound to Dread looked upon the missive scoffing at the missive "He could not slay the Nephlim? So very weak, I slew one before I had started as a Warlock..." he states not knowing which he killed having flashbacks of when the An-gho got gunned down in a glorious drive by.

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Tezllion'uth the Prince of Dread rode along the roads making a display of a knight being dragged across the pavement, he had escaped counting to lead more chaos in the coming years. Meanwhile within Celia'nor an Aheral Dreki shouted as he looked to the missive, shouting various profanitys toward the north as he shouted aloud "CURSE YOUUUUUU NAAAAAAAEEEEELLLEEEEE!" Zavar looks dismissively toward the missive the great and powerful Poncho Goblin ponders if he must intervene however immediately grows distracted by his desire to forge a high density boomsteel frying pan.

Tezellion'uth, Ahzek whatever he was now learned of the news sitting within a dark cave he contemplated the future. He drifted along the lands not having the sense or feeling to mourn as he looked once more toward the desolated castle. The apprentice of the Court of the Crimson King did not look back, off to seek those who remained as a new era dawned for the Dread prince.

A Warlock held a bloodied blade marching through the treacherous dreamers march he thought little of his battle, beyond believing he had another bit of fun. (Id say see ya but I know we'll allways be gaming)

"Would if I brought dark spawn magics into your home and caved your skull in? What are you gonna do then?!!!" A crazed Azulyte Warlock states aloud crumbling the parchment and feeding it to a nearby imp likely Daal.

The Darkspawn problem known as Tezllion'uth cackles from within the Hexicanium "Darkspawn problem? I shall show you a darkspawn problem." The Bat bound Warlock raises a clawed handing ripping apart the missive and marching away.

"A Coma then..." The Warlock Tezellion'uth looked toward the results of his efforts "Sleep well then." He states knowing of the nightmares he cursed upon his being "You will awaken to see everything you love taken from you." the Warlock returns to his ambitions still pleased by the labour of himself and the Odurex.

Zavar a goblin if not THE goblin looked to the missive realizing he more then qualified for all that was asked only really questioning the need for a costume "Oh ho ho! Diz wun require Zavar! But only if dey kan katch mi!" The Goblin began to run out of the random barrel he inhabited giving himself a head start as he darted away.

"Mi been through da dezert on da horze wif nub name felt hozh ta be out ub da rain, lat nub remembah a fing cuz dere aint nub wun out ta gib lat da pain!" Sung the Goblin, the Ugluk Goblin Zavar as he wandered like a true Ugluk.

Following the recent acquisition by the demonic hordes of Hexicanium the Grub bucket is now under the control of the Warlock Chef Tezellionuth. It shall henceforth be called the Gut-Bucket, and our brand new menu will be available for your tasting pleasure! To all dark forces: Try our new Idiot Sandwich, with authentic toasted idiot brains stuffed between two loaves of bread, cultivated and flavored with the blood of my enemies! Enjoy Malflame grilled descendants and other local Mozstrimoza delicacies imported to Koyo-Kuni for all of your grub centric needs! Partake in our delectable fusion of Oyashiman and Demon culture with delights such as Spleen Sashimi! Come to the Gut Bucket the first of our chain to linger within the mortal realms under the banner of Hells Kitchen! Udax of the Azulytes Head Chef of the Gut Bucket

"Not devil or nation could fell Nor'asath, instead a meteor known as Susan." Part of Netseth felt he would be more displeased... though perhaps it was fated. He would never forget the part he played for his people. A sense of hope still lingered within the old Primarchs heart. He knew they would scatter again though perhaps everything still remained in another's hands as the Warrior lingered in a far away place. A Goblin stood within the crater on his knees, Zavar looked to a still lingering formerly buried statue of Velulaei as his poncho flowed in the wind, mourning the loss of barrel blarg shouting the very heavens "LAT BLEW IT UP! DAMN LAT DAMN LAT ALL DO DA MOZ!!!!!" Meanwhile from within the Hexicanium The Azulyte Warlock formerly a Velulaei'onn known as Ahzek cackled in his newly found horrific form.

A fresh burning fist was held by the Warlock known as the Udax. An Eye lost though all was worth it in the end as the Mystic God remained in his thoughts. "To become a god in a godless ideology, hypocrisy at its finest... he was worshiped and seen as above all, now look at them it was worth every effort to see to this things end." The Warlock moved on as his thoughts lingered on the idea having been pleased to have laid his hands and watch a mighty being burn.

"There is no escape, no hope, your spirits reward is only within death to those who march under our lord! We shall march eternal!" The Udax announced watching the city burn asunder satisfied with his work.

The Udax snarled under his breath his dreaded visage formed, his impulses getting the better of him as his masters words echoed throughout his mind, Bats rising in the gloomy distance as the Warlock proclaimed "Yes YES It'll be a massacare! Oh how there are so many flavors of fear to taste!" The Mad Warlock cackled hysterically as his zeal overcame "Honor be to enlightened Azul, for through cinders and pain may we break our chains!"

Order of the head of the Python Netseth Loa’chil Disownment For acting the brigand, his banditry of the people of Sakuragakure, stealing relics and placing the clan in an unsavory debt. Spuds is here disowned, banished, and stripped of all titles. To address his honorless ways, he is to be welcomed only as a traitor and befitted to his sentence, death. Note to those hunters: Spuds is reported to have survived his previous execution, by which means remains unknown, though he has, through some foul method, cheated his prior demise. Spuds, is seen, in the eyes of Loa’chil as D A R K S P A W N. Should anyone hunting the traitor locate any stolen wares, report such to the Primarch to mediate and return the stolen items. Passing of the torch As my final order, I, Netseth Loa’chil, named Naith Loa’chil, the new clan head. With current circumstances. It was a pleasure and honor to bring the clan into the light. A new fire shall be ignited as I resign myself. May Akezo bless Naith with good health, and may they lead our clan with principle and ferocity. Whichever direction Naith may take the clan, I will assure all they are worthy of the position. May the rest of us remain at their side for whichever future they pursue for all our sake. Former Primarch and former Patriarch of Clan Loa’chil

"FOR THE LOVE OF LUARA!" A former Primarch uttered taking a deep breath having come across the missive "Ill need to return and soon." He places the missive in his pocket taking a deep breath considering spiking a Musin through a field goal.

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A notice for the Palace staff By order of the Head Bulter of the Palace staff, all employees shall work a mandatory 60 hours over time with over time pay on Krugsmas All Windows will be Cleaned. The Backrooms will be rid of dust. The carpets will all be ripped up, hand stitched back together and replaced. All books will be taken from the shelves, repaired, and placed back on the shelves after dusted. You will read bedtime stories to the Music Kitchen Staff. There will be no exceptions, this shall persist until Krugmas is over. Ba Humbug! Head Butler of the Celia’norian Palace

Konichi'ug!

"Replace your court jester? Well if you are seeking someone to make a further mockery of you..." The crazed Udax cackles having been pleased with the response to his vandalism having thought little of such. "Regardless, I have only just begun."

The Winds grew colder, as the Goblins mind became fractured by the cold... as the great drifter Zavar Ugluk has become... DA PENGOBLIN!

"Oh... no please, dont hit me with... water..." The Warlock known as the Udax stated apathetically barely paying much mind to the missive as he crumbled it, casting the parchment aside to be chewed on by his best imp Bhurzo.

A message is left for the shamans of Helious, Krugmar, and to the Kha. Solarii, look upon your shrine. Your idol, your Aztran is nothing, as you are to your spirits. New Maly eagerly bound to shamanic chains. Uruks. Slavers, slaves. A force of damnation to all you misguided with your knowledge of spirits. Homage to your acclaimed hunter, Lur rendered to dust. To the Kha. Warped slaves from one moon to another. Luara, like Mother Metztli, will fall from the heavens. Her fate is the same. To pave way for those Ancestors within the Black City in the ancient depths of Moz Strima. Heralding our infernal march. Your monoliths and icons perish. The lesson of Eclipse is Azuls machinations. Your spirits are a frail thing, an exchange of soul for a prison of stagnation. Through the devouring Divinity. That which is of Moz made an eternal ladder. Truly free are our ancestors scorned by the heavens. Free to grasp at power the gods smited us for knowing. We offer you a deal. Forsake the spirits. Enslave them. Warp them. Join us for our crusade to break free the ancient Maly and Uruks within that Black City in Moz Strima. For the sons and daughters of the Dread Primarch shall answer those drawn to the Three Truths. Knowledge is Power. Power Conquers the Foe. Peace forgives War. Power is Truth. You shall know a strangling flame and in its dark heat, shall it consume every part of you. Sincerely Lord of the Azulytes and Heir of Azul