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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.

THE SILVER REPUBLIC OF HAELUN’OR Year 197, 12th Snow Maiden. THE BLESSED CORONATION “Purity through Righteousness, Bravery through fear. Power through Power.” - Ardryll an Naedewlym Following Incariol’s end to his tenure as Sohaer, his brother, heir to the throne - requires a formal a ceremony of ascension to publicly mark the beginning of his reign over the Silver State. We publish this missive to invite all those of the Republic to gather in the palace to commemorate this momentous occasion and welcome Ardryll as he takes upon the mantle of Sohaer. The Crown of Haelunor will also take this opportunity as a way to express it’s gratitude to Incariol and all of his work as the previous leader of our glorious realm. He shall be duly retired from his station and allowed to rest from the duties of administering the realm in his liege’s name. Formal invitations are extended to the following below: To the Rex and his fierce Horde, The Rexkhanate of Lurak. @Sean_VEVO To the High-Keeper of Norland and its pious people. @_Elrith_ To the Grand King and his dwed under the mountain. @Papa Rock To the Princess and her people of Ceilonor who bask beneath starlight. @Sailor To her majesty and her courageous people of Numendil. @AstriaS I implore that each of you come to celebrate as a new Sohaer ascends as a watcher of purity over the silver state, come feast and sup upon wine of all caliber so we may share a common memory and commemorate. Activities and games will be held after for a potential mina reward to it’s most well performing participants, those who might bring their most profound delicacies such as drink and food, those with the most appealing beverage will have it sold within our tavern if declared victor! Ardryll an Naedewlym, Sohaer of The Silver State of Haelun’or, Inheritor of Purity and The Blade of Larihei. OOC:

there's a few typos that might be hard/harder to catch, I was oblivious to a few but its not a big issue rly.

"My father's who's sin was redeemed in heaven, at the price of the dead accursed lion which was owed for a millennia. He mantled the beast; he took its hide and worn it as his own, like fine cloth it draped his scales and burned them away, from the consumption of that sun X*N the Arch-Dragaar returned, then evolved, so were his most valiant children redeemed in the act, from this we understood one new goal, fate. - The church fathers old and young mention the previous sins of our kin, but whom are you to judge my sins? For only the one truly LORD may know of them. The worship of Azdromoth is a misconception, we praise our maker; that which melded our scales together like weaving a thread through a needle, that which filled our loins with a tamed flame. And even now the way you define worship is different then how we define it. Your minds are a limited vision, a blurry scope, remember it was Dragur intelligence itself, divine knowledge that birthed our species. No wonder Horen made pacts with our ancient kin, for the forefather of man admired it and wasn't stricken with proudful ignorance. We are the Nephilim; Servants of mortalkind. We are the Azdrazi; protector of the faithul. No matter how we might be despised, no matter how many mortals yearn to strive against us we will meet them with our eternal love; we shall bless them, grace them with our appealing tongue. GOD BLESS MANKIND; O' FATHER FREE THEM AT LAST. A son of azdromoth declared to himself in his own mind, he wondered deeply then how many times should MEN fall down to excuses, how many times until we must forgive them of their own trespasses, for where were the men at the fall of cloudbreaker? And they paid the price; a price Nephilim sort to deal with themselves, yet unlike men, the dragon cares not for fame, it cares for destiny, in the winds, the clouds above, where rain trickles down their spine and cleanses them. - The adherent ended his own thoughts in a subtle humble prayer alone.

"We mastered ruin and let it go, as one would let go of an illness. - Our father lingered on such illness and he discovered a cure to his aged distress through Asioth, through his Asioth alone he overcame it, so did we in our great day of chaotical madness, brother against brother, dragons against dragons. In our mastery of Ruin we discovered its greatest weakness, in that we found our greatest strength. We detest these ways and long have we known that mere speeches won't change the way of Ibleesian forces; so let us exchange not with words, but with sword." We Defy Ruin. We despise the Betrayer. We spit on weakness. A simple creature hummed to himself as he brooded away, eyes averted as he watched the little prince attempt its flight, and in the same instance his eyes once more met the missive before he went to spit on it, the entire page torn asunder by dragonfire.

A humble breath of anticipation followed after his initial sequence of a lowly breath, as prophecy struck his mind; alone in his chamber with a lively prince. - Fresh from the womb of the earth, he sung canticle after canticle, prophecy after prophecy and story after story. - He didn't dream, he knew, his dreams factualized right before his eyes, it was awe, it was a wonder; it was a miracle.

ahem. +1 (give me enemies.)

so how do ppl even supposed to discover them on 'accident' or by coincidence or even just mistake. At this point its just impossible to know abt them. Its practically impossible at this point UNLESS someone from that group(group who has the redstone door) Comes and snitches and tells you about it. Promoting snitches !!!!!

@squakhawk