EdenCringe

I'll miss you loads Wolf, thanks for everything you've done for this community :) Know that even in your absence, your narratives, the fear you've instilled in countless many upon the server with Astark's shenanigans and your presence overall will haunt the server forever until your great return. I wish you well, hope life treats you well too. Stay safe, White_Wolf. <3<3<3

A smaller figure held up their hands towards the missive, golden glazed eyes reading it - if they had proper expressions, they'd be smiling right now. @NotAPan

"There you are."

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I do love a challenge

A sleeping beast awoke amidst sandy dunes of yore, within a towering abode did he lay as his dark hues bore the news of such a missive. "Without my counsel, not even a word to my own ears.. Yet they start the purge nonetheless, violating those who are not of my court and kin." He grumbled, rising from his seat in a graceful gait across his palace to view the horizon beyond. "I wonder.. What in bloody hell is Seirheim up to now? And do they really know who is part of my court or not?"

A rather funny looking fellow with a plague doctor mask came across the missive with delight! "Gee! That feller kinda looks familiar.. Wait that there's me! Ah'm famous!" Once they did a small little fist pump into the air, thinking they were some sort of celebrity now within Providence, they proceeded to hum a little tune whilst waddling away from said missive.

10/10

The candle light flickered as a man with white streaked ebony locks halted in his daily gait, the dunes blew amidst a howling wind that lifted an unseen melancholy through those empty corridors. A tear was shed, a memory made, he made his way back to his chambers. Silence engulfed those unhallowed halls, a brief mourning for one who was lost.

"Rumors and whispers, though they may be true. I advise caution to those mortals, They are a force to be reckoned with." stated the unseen figure, a blood ridden emissary that had nothing better to do than to listen to the gossip of mortal men and the news of the world - so he may come to understand the intricacies of Almaris and what it had to offer him. "I hope you know what you're doing, old friend.."

I cannot believe I won second place with that video LMAO

Somewhere beyond in the world of Skygods, a girl is malding at her table after laying her sights upon such a ghastly MArt..

A mali'aheral stirred from her stupor, a hand brushing through her bangs as she laid it to rest upon her scarred forehead. Fear was naught in her gaze, instead there was a faint smile pressed upon her lips. And so the famed storyteller for the dead and damned would return once more, with a riveting tale to tell to her best audience.

Flesh and sinew tore open from a mangled mouth, fangs jagged and cruel piercing through those lips as the beast smiled, a luminescent gaze of crimson peering across the missive with such delight. "I believe it's time for a change of pace.." It rasped out in a cackle, for it was to prepare for a war long awaited. A war that shall thrive throughout history. "Radiant is the Black Sun."

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And so from the depths waiting laid that creature, a feeling within it awoken by such bloodshed. Mangled fangs from split jaws came to unfurl from it's grotesque countenance as three pairs of sinister eyes crept open from the dark. A clack and chitter - the sound of those twisted teeth opened to let it speak.. "The ending is nigh, children of Xion.. I shall be paying you a visit soon.." Uttered the being through a profane cackle, echoing from whence it came. The frigid winter could not rival what horrors awaited those of Fenn. Chaos shall reign and reform what once was, for that is how the world goes forth - the once stagnant settlement had erupted into a city of disorder and confusion, but those that follow the true way.. There shall be salvation.

A more recently blinded mali'aheral would be awoken in cold sweat from the vision bestowed upon her, a prophecy that would soon be foretold. Whatever could it have meant? What would befall upon the world from this unusual spectacle? For each prophecy is as foretold, through riddles and puzzles. One might only find that they may have to piece it together to find it's truth.. And so that is what the elfess did, as she spent the rest of her day pondering upon such a topic. Incoherently mumbling to herself upon the countless possibilities. Or perhaps.. it was merely a dream?

A man of dark descent would peer upon those crackling flames through pursed lips, distancing himself from the aftermath of a battle that had been brought forth to Fenn's front doors. "So this is where they've been conducting their business.. Now I do wonder, where are those so called 'Symbols of Peace'? What of the paladins and their kin? A terrible job they are certainly doing, ignoring such grandeur displays of dark." mumbled he as he soon departed from the scene, yet no footsteps of his own would be left in the snow.. How odd.

Eyes shoot open from the darkest depths, awoken once more - finally, with a duty to fulfill. From the frozen tundra of Almaris, they will learn one's fury. A beast was set free from it's cage, and it was hungry.. for- "Blood." One shall see to that the will of Xion will be enforced, whether that be by words of witness.. or by violence. "Radiant is the Black Sun, perhaps I'll pay Morael a visit.."

An oyashiman man would come across this missive with a quirked brow, what once was pure curiosity has now become an ominous sense of dread. "And now they worship Widukind? Tsk.. these people. Oh how the mighty of this religion have clearly fallen.." He sighed, taking down a metal note of this Vicar of Yulthar within his mind before finally departing from this mysterious missive.

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A certain figure in a plague mask read this flyer over through a crooked grin, certainly amused.. whilst offering a certainty for arrival to such an event. Though it was at an odd time for them, they would try to be punctual.

A masked figure akin to the image of a plague doctor would read this missive with a hoarse sort of chuckle, kicking back their feet now as they sighed out in a bemused tone: "Do hope da lass there'a will allow meh anotha' visit! Perhaps when she's less eh.. grumpy. HeEhE.."