Destructokeith

A wretched thing of Fury and Conviction circles the maw of the volcano for a day. with each thrid step a rock is kicked down into the molten earth. "Ich suppose, in der end they knew nicht to invade our lands" Artair sighs, having been looking forward to seeing his Loving Brother lead the forces.

I shall fall upon all printing press companies that exist irply with the fury of ten thousand hammers in the hands of second graders loosed upon a Piñata at a birthday party in july

Do what you think is fun, if you find a good group that you can be yourself with its all the better! Wander the map and take in the views, sure you might get jumped by some bandit or monster but 9 times out of 10 you will be fine and meet fun people or see great builds

Within the City sat a lone elf, cast in that faux sunlight of his sword "Damn it all, now I know why I haven't been able to find him about my PAY!" Shouts out Taurel, that crazed Xannite bannerman elsewhere Even with all the decades that had passed and the marks each had left on one another does a once-Knight smile some at the paper as it comes to rest in his hands "Ich have seen der Haus of Petra take many faces, but ich do think this has been mein favorite one" Is all the words Artair can say of his old friend. "Let us see what this new face brings"

Upon a shrine of ash sits a man. His eyes scan the words as it makes its way to him and he shakes his head. "once again they deem the unknown evil" Artair would muse as the paper starts to burn in his hands. "let us see what comes of it" and with that his head falls forward he he calls out to his Lord in prayer.

Pls make compatible with heralds of azdromoth as well as the now shelved metamancy

High in the tower of Tor'Urldar a Herald sits. His Green eyes can across a map, a lone coin sits upon the center of the map, stamped with the crest of the Empire. The taloned gauntlet of Artair reaches forth and lifts the coin, flipping it before placing it back upon the map. "let us see what comes next" He muses simply before the edges of the map begin to burn.

High above the broken and burning earth. At the very maw of the mount a Herald sits upon the Oroboros and eye he carved so long ago, voice low as his prayers of draconic flow out across the molten core of the mountain. He lifts his voice then. "Let RUIN come" speaks Artair as his words carry down the mount

High, High, High upon the mount stands the once-knight of Petra. His Seeker's bring him word of the goings on in his once home and as he takes this decree he reads it over thrice. "Ich...." Says Artair before he simply burns the paper, the Herald rendered speechless at the madness of the idea of constructs being wed

"And his orders shall be honored" spoke the Herald Artair as he kneels within a ring of fire. The burning and twisting heat flowing over the mans form as he calls to his fourth-born. "Azak-Farah, gather my Seekers, there is a war to win" @MrGarden

A Raven circle's high above the Lavaridge. A copy held in the taloned gauntlet of a rage filled Herald. His burning eyes turn west, looking far away to his old home "Bring unto them pain, bring unto them fire, give unto them Ruin" Artair crushes the missive and it ignites in his hand "Perhaps, du shall see der path ihr husband did"

Upon the ashes of the fallen the Herald speaks, a flow of draconic words filling the air, fire twisting around the kneeling figure. The sun would rise and set again and still the Herald prays, not for saftey, nor a swift retun of his brother and not even for power... instead Artair prays for RUIN

The taloned gauntlet of a Herald taps against the stone as the war grows louder and louder "ein shame mein cousins refuse mein call" a wicked smile curls at the edge of Artair's lips as the fires around him brighten and burn "ein shame indeed"

As the sun rises over the small town on the River, The Aged Master at Arm's digs in a trunk. "Ich SWEAR ich have ein banner in here, how am ich to raise ein banner if ich didnt pack one?" muttering and grumbling, Artair keeps looking