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be careful I might have to write base orc strength for drazi too counter this interruption. (to my knowledge though not sure if anyone has rly complained abt this since it was rewritten to be made this way espo in combat rp or seen it been abused) Also I could be wrong but as I recall the reason it was changed to this was due to nephilim 'magic' being innate to them, they are the source and that source is limited.

Wraith gonna be raking my draconic heel with its wraith teeth cuhhhh

"My sin is my glory. My glory is my Pride." A damned son of the Titan-God preached on his lonesome, the only ears listening was the wind that carried the words and lost them.

I mean as long as they are not an erper I think we good! (This deffo doesn't need to be thought abt too much)

The Sohaer squints at the missive

This is only a tiny bit cool. (pls pls pls grandather me. PLEASE!!!!) (kidding im not a undead dog, very nice write though good job!)

"The taste of my brothers slain was bitter; yet after the first- No, after the third strike upon your dogs, I felt relieved. Justice teemed my breath and I blew it across your Holy SEE." So stated Azlihessan. He witnessed one brother being beheaded swiftly; he held himself together mildly as his eyes secretly wept. Yet as he watched his prophet hacked at, his head sawed off. - This he could not let go, this he would remember. A great crime. A murder. He returned to Tor'Praeth as he and his party of kin and heralds took vengeance upon their own steel, not a wound upon his armour, yet a cut within his mind was sure to exist.

‡ THE JUSTICE OF RAGUEL ‡ Crashing down, came blue-hued sword, Head wheeling from body beheaded, What was once fire became ash, And what was ash became fire, For Khâzvalikaar; a flame that does not go out, Wept did Azdromoth’s kin, A spirit of fire, a martyr, Ishirem. ‡ ‡ THE BAPTISM OF THE AN-GHO ‡ Waters pool down, Taste of hate upon tears, Turn to blood into the pool from blue-hued sword, Waters of Gamesh, red from sacrifice, Forgiveness in the eyes, Of washed An-Gho, Baptised by fire-wreathed Raguel, “All things turn to Ash;” spoke the Prince There danced the fear of death in Heaven’s voice, Retribution howled. Fire, fire in the Holy See. ‡ ‡ THE RETRIBUTION ‡ You turned upon our Prince as he bent before your Church. Accusing him of marring the Waters of Gamesh, you spilled his own blood just as he was baptised and soiled the waters of your baptismal red. He may not be a Man, but he is yet a Canonist now. Our Prince may have forgiven you as your sword hacked at him, but we did not. Two of us were destroyed at your feet. Two bent before you for retribution, in the name of that thing named Grace, and here called your angel; “Cleanse them all.” Did you cleanse us? Fire swept your halls. Shrieks filled them. Terror danced in your bones, you swung swords at invisible foes, angels bled. You barred your gates, counting your dead. We grated at your gates, calling vengeance for our own. We would have stayed our swords, but wrath rules your hearts. We willingly surrendered the two of our own. And yet before our loss, defeat was on your tongues. The sons of Azdromoth’s Conviction remained as it was deeply instilled within them. It was preordained. This was Fate. One could only ponder, did the wise Dragur have this in mind? When he offered Horen many of his sons to serve the father of MAN zealously? We would serve you, but where does Justice end? Ash? Will you not make Churches in our houses? Will you not make baptismal of us all? Or will it all be red as the Waters of Gamesh stained with our Prince’s blood? ‡ Credits: KindEmperor - Writing Karim - Formatting Astrophysical - Review Jentos - Review

Azlihessan ruminated on the thought, his whimsical mind cultivating at the edge of thought. His heart brewed and his inner-flame coursed throughout his draconion body; he took on his Greater form and glided the skies with his burley flapping wings, he remembered how once the Child remained so close. Yet now it seems to be so far, not lost, but as the old story goes: Who loves the caged bird more? He who keeps in the cage, as a sense of security? Or allowing it the freedom of its life, releasing it from its prison? The answer he knew oh too well. "Oh Arkarioth, blessed be thee, my greatest duty. - My future King, take to your sovereign skies and set your claims. Prince Remade. " "Father can your elusive Eye witness this? Our Age? Our day of Golden splendorous flame!?"

A certain Nephilim remembered fondly of the constant diss-tracks between Azdrazi and Paladins; the war of ages that lead up to Apotheosis, he wondered if the same would occur once more. And would the aengul of GOD be prepared for the unmatched virtuoso of dragonkin, did he want the smoke!?

yeah

"little men tend to have little brains, perhaps harbouring spawn of the deceiver is a joke? A mere laugh in the park." Said someone atop their ivory tower. "Perhaps it is a favour to desolate lands which are blighted with those insidious beasts, I doubt half-men keep a beast on a leash well; if these facts are to be true, the taint is ought to be cleansed, plucked root and stem. If anything it sounds like a favour is being generously paid!" He then applauded in celebration to the REX as he openly challenged that of vileness darkspawn!

"To those holy, we gift our flame, a piece of ourselves and with it a shield of protection. - Blessed be our knights dusted with ash."

That humble son peered over his brothers message, divinity struck his mind as he reached for it, that apple, that Asioth, he mirred on the thought and yet he strived to reach it, to grab the key to his chains to let them loose to be free. To know Asioth. That dutiful weight remained, over such a long period he discovered how to embrace duty to its fullest extent, to its most truest potential; not for himself, but for others, the other who is not only dragon, the other who is a traveller, a merchant, a peasant, a noble, a scholar or a prince. - He would raise arms in Order to protect them from worldly evil and meddling interlopers from the beyond. - So they have a chance to discover themselves, to be free; and to live to meet fate. "Long have we yearned to be free, not for ourselves but for those of this world whomst we share with. You You men that despise my flock I say unto thee, I cherish you. for I once hated and its taste was wicked, it was not victory nor triumph, it was squalor. Our duty was once for our father now it is to you. Our Gift which is long overdue. Blessed be the Dragonknights of old that whence served the Might of that Arch-Dragaar, as we are reborn as he takes flight again as pure as any, as real as anything. So I say unto the world once more We are thy knights, warriors clad with duty to protect thy dearest. We are your faithful princes; servants born from Fyre. We are protectors of the faithful.