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"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

The Maehr having had a few enthusiastic walks through the woods stared upon the missive "Friends...." Ahzek was utterly confused by the idea of such, he never knew to enjoy anyones company, though perhaps he did for once. "Yes we should head back."

A warlocks path is one of horrors beyond imagining, evils summoned and lives destroyed Capybaras molded into monstrosities. There was no remorse left within Ahzek.... He had truely fallen.

The Ker Butler Ahzek Morvayn holds his shamshir gazing upon the horizon. "Will they show? Will they not?"

There were many potatoes then I got blamed for it by being an Ugluk and had a 3v1 with Oyashimans, they eventually overcame Zavar purely through the power of friendship. It was certainly the moment of all time

"WUB DA ZKAH!" Da Almighty Minitaur of legend looked upon the missive shocked as he munched on his sandwich. The Sandwich had roast beef, bacon letus and tomatos and da funny spicy cheese as the goblin was but a hint extra. After munching upon the contents and chewing the Gobbo made a profound comment "Ergag hruff hruf gru Ha-Qarkah." What he said would have sent chills down the spines of those around him yet his mouth was full... truely he needed to be told not to speak with his mouth full.

Just the three of us! We can make it if we try just the three of us! High Elves oh my! (+1 And wish you all good luck)

The head of the Loa'chil looked to realize they had lost more. They thought to all the time he sought to lead his sibling on a better course though he had failed and he would need to live with such for the rest of his days along with many more burdens and regrets.

"Oh ho ho perhapz if mi wub accepted as Emperor ub Oren none of diz would have happened." A goblin recalls having made the claim alongside many many others as he thought of what a great golden age he could have lead before returning to his trash can.

A maehrite warrior mid training thought deeply of the vision, he would prepare a few pull ups as what he saw was a hint... nostalgic. "I want to taste defeat..." the Maehr gripped the iron bars as the words echoed through his head "They were those without any thought beyond to pick a fight... and there were many likely to converge where they can smell strong opponents." The large dark elven warrior gripped the bar as he would rip it off the wooden stand before muttering aloud "I will need to prepare and train... and make better equipment."

A Dark Elf of a distant land looks toward the missives hearing of the threat, he was no canonist though his covenant and oath to the Keeper of the Dead "Perhaps ill be of help, should they desire it."

"Mali'ker looking for Alchemy?" Netseth looks to the missive confused in his clan hall "Guess he's not from around Nor'asath then ah well."