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Did you play fruma yet

Im gonna be very open about this, that build ain’t it and the majority of people I’ve talked to agree on that

If it were not for his lack of real eyes and tear glands, the Sorvian would shed a tear for his fallen comrade. Discipline demanded such. ”RAIDEEEEN!” he called out from the top of Storm Island, as even the sky above cried for Raiden’s sacrifice. Or perhaps it simply always rained on the island. In the following days he would walk by the automaton headquarters, checking on them punctually every day at 10 in the morning - but Raiden never walked out of them. His backups remained dormant, empty husks.

[!] A missive would be spread throughout the lands of Azuras. To those born of the light, descendants who fight against the evil and Daemonic, Let it be known that the 'Wraithlord' as his followers call him, Reikenor or whatever his name may truly be, has lost his foothold in the lands of Idunia. Though its presence was little more than a small hindrance for the Host of Idunia, the Wraithlord’s hordes having suffered numerous defeats whenever attempts were made to expand their influence, the blight meant that it had to be removed by druidic energies sooner rather than later. It was thus that those of the Verdant Order and Sun Circle set out to the forests of Kazan, first defeating Chaos’s forces on the roads before once again being victorious in their assault of the rift itself. Once again did one of the Wraithlord’s generals make an appearance, only to flee in fear for his life, having previously been slain at the hands of Idunia’s templars. When the sun rose over Idunia, the rift was no more. Let this victory mark a great reset for the Wraithlord, whose powers we have seemed to overestimate greatly in these past years. When our joint host of Idunia, Shugonate and Crownlands first confronted the undead hordes and Reikenor as their newly awakened leader, he was thought a powerful foe - one capable of inducing fear into the hearts of even the most resilient warriors, all the while annihilating the cavalry’s many horses. It would now seem that this may have just been an effect accompanying his rise- not a power he is truly capable of himself. After all, he fled immediately after, taking the many undead with him in fear of the righteous. And thus we call upon you, do not be fearful when facing these undead. Meet them on even ground, and you shall come out victorious. Soon, the last of the Wraithlord’s rifts on the silvery island will be purified, erased from Azuras. The spawn of night are blind lambs, unknowing of their master’s weakness. They bow down before a false champion, one incapable of conquest. Let them. Let this Wraithlord lead them right off the cliff toward which he is headed, and plunge them all down with him. Purity’s rays shall in time pierce the night. HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Adûnakhôr Auranion Harren Arthalion of the Royal Arthalionath, Prince of Idunia, Defender of the Númenaranyë, Templar of Saint Michael the Archangel HIS GRACE, Holy Ser Hirrovan of Tir-Glas, Vicar of the Bene Lisse, Deacon, Grand-Master of the Dawn, Captain of Idunia, Slayer of the Gilded Queen, and High-Warden of the Verdant Order

“Darkspawn on Darkspawn violence.” was the single comment made at the table of the royal Arthalionath of Idunia as news of the slaughter spread north.

“More time to focus on an enemy that actually poses a threat - I shall not complain.“ commented Adûnakhôr as news reached the Idunian royal palace. His attention was then returned to a map of Azuras, marked not by nation borders but darkspawn lairs and the spread of corruption.

A second pitch black pin was embedded into a grand map of Azuras - this time not on the distant silver island, but a mere horse ride away from Alduun itself. Other markers soon joined the one, as defensive emplacements were placed around the area. Though they had been taken by surprise the first time, no more would be conceded to Reikenor and his wraiths, regardless of how many times they would arise from the abyss. The Prince turned away from the war room then, a shackled necromancer deep within Minas Aradar awaiting interrogation.

"Let us witness this ceremony for the CHOSEN WARRIOR OF OWYN", said Adûnakhôr Auranion Harren Arthalion as he pointed out their invites to Vârdamir

Werew0lf called be bad words despite me being an Imperial patriot, now expatriot. Narvak oz Urguan.

"There is only one future Rex." mused a Prince of Idunia, reading the missive as he sat around a table with his fellow Arthalionath. "Harren killed Krug. Sooner or later that title will be but a footnote under the High King's signature, the title rightfully ours."

„Joa, ist‘n gutes buch“ the second Adrian Almann comments as he flips through the pages

"Euler Euler Euler" murmured one lost Severin Euler as he made his way through a dense forest somewhere on Azuras, thinking back to Adria, his home, to lend him resolve.

This is pretty cool. Somehow got into Urguan underground but wasn't able to get into the Idunian palace 😔

"Harren killed Krug." an Idunian said as he read the missive, somewhere in Alduun. "Aeradar bless."

Good luck with college!

[!] A missive would be spread across the entirety of Azuras, save for the lands of the Horde and Urguan. The missive features a royal summons, a retelling of events attached to it on following pages. As EVILDOERS gather in hordes unseen in recent decades, banding together to unleash great EVIL upon the continent of Azuras and the lands past its shores, the High Kingdom calls for the RIGHTEOUS to oppose them. Idunia thus invites all who oppose the forces that seek to topple the natural world order and install one of RUIN, so that recent events and the necessary steps to be taken may be discussed. While the first summons were mostly oriented toward the Templars of Saint Malchediael and others blessed by the vision of the Aengul Tahariae, this one is to be considered more of an open invitation. Not much is known about our enemy, and all we have is a potential name: Reikenor. Yet, we will stand victorious in the end, as we have in days past. The Second Summons of the Righteous will be hosted within Minas Aradar, Royal Palace of the Arthalionath in Alduun, Capital of Iduna. [ Friday, 13th of February, 2025 - 4:30pm EST] Holy shit that’s Friday the 13th everyone panic omg omg What follows is a retelling of the events that have led us here, a brief summary of the clash with the hordes of IBLEES and the EVIL released upon AZURAS. It shall not be the entire tale, but merely the events that unfolded on that fateful day, when a grand coalition of Templars and their compatriots met the undead on the silvery isle. The monolith observed by the High Kingdom and its allies, hidden within a small cave on the south-eastern island, had been found by the darkspawn. While the Righteous still discussed how to deal with it and what might be hidden within - possibly a figure, as reported by one of the fellowship that had first set out to observe it, of unknown nature, whether the one named in prophecy or another - a grand coalition of ruinous forces banded together and set out to awaken what lay sealed away. Alas, the released evil failed to remain quiet, as a harrowing noise, a ruinous howl echoed across the lands. Scouts reported the sight of these unnumbered hordes, and the Shugonate rallied to intercept. Through the blessing of Malchediael, a Samurai contacted one of the Princes, and Idunia - then in the middle of a military meeting - called its forces to rally. With Prince Marcus Tiberias present in Alduun at the time, Prince Adûnakhôr swiftly convinced him to return to Rittersburg to rally the forces of the Crownlands, where they would await the Idunian Host’s arrival. Led by the Idunian royal, the Host of Idunia set out from the High Kingdom’s capital, riding for the northern ferries, then to the Imperial capital. Once joined by the hastily rallied forces of the Crownlands, a combined Host rode southward, straight through the Urguani core lands, without fear of the dwarven armies hidden within the mountain. Once the southern shore was reached, the Imperial army met up with the forces of the Shugonate, setting out to the defiled forest of the silvery island. The island was quiet, save for some light rainfall, and the hooves of humanity’s many horses striking the ground. As the many approached where the Prince had led them, however, the scenery soon changed. From beyond the trees, a black mist paved their path. The cave was gone, and where it had been, a grand scar marked the site, an oppressing force rising from within. The ruinous horde had succeeded in awakening the one sealed within, whose powers had now warped the landscape. Slowly did the Righteous surround them, the Ibleesians outnumbered four to one - and yet, they did not dare approach. Horses and minds had failed them. As the many plummeted to the ground, not all was lost. If a fight were to break out, the Prince was sure the battle could be won. But it did not end there. The grand figure which floated above unleashed what had previously been sealed, and within mere moments the many Templars’ flames were snuffed out. It was as though their courage had been extinguished, replaced by a sudden feeling of fear - something that had been thought impossible for those blessed by Saint Malchediael. And yet, the many did not falter. Those without the blessing carried on, and those now struck by fear, marched behind them. A battle was to come, they were sure, and they would win against all odds. They were wrong. The clash was not to happen - not on that day. Floating above the crevice which now scarred the silvery island, that figure released more and more of its newly awakened powers, blinding the Righteous while preaching twisted words through the darkness. When the miasma finally parted, no trace was left of the undead - merely a lingering fear and the grand scar struck into the cliffside. The courageous rose to their feet. They regrouped, and order was restored among them. Though the enemy had ultimately fled, there was no victory. But there was no defeat either. The enemy which sought to oppose the living and all that is holy had made itself known at last, and that knowledge alone was enough to create a spark of determination to oppose it, one that was sure to turn into a grand flame soon. A light that shall erase all that is impure. HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Adûnakhôr Auranion Harren Arthalion of the Royal Arthalionath, Prince of Idunia, Defender of the Númenaranyë, Templar of Saint Michael the Archangel

Count your days.