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CREATIVE WRITING RECOGNISED AS A FORM OF ART FOR CREATIVE WIZARD?

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A SHATTERED SOUL SIMMERED IN THE HELLS, FESTERING IN THE CONDITIONS IT HAD BEEN BROUGHT. YET IT HAD FELT THE COMING OF THE STAGLORD PRIOR TO ITS CANNIBALIZATION. IT HAD FELT THE PIERCING RAYS OF PURITY. SINKING INTO POOLS OF BLOOD, GORE AND RAKIR, THAT INFERNAL THING - REJECTED TO THE DEEPEST PITS OF HELL UNTIL A TIME IT WAS RESUMMONED - CACKLED WITH GLEE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN WHAT FELT LIKE EONS. "WE ARE THE OLD DARK. ROZA-VHORAZU."

yeah whatever i guess

typo lol thanks for noticing

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴢᴀʀ'ᴀᴋᴀʟ ʀᴀᴠᴇᴅ. Its body contorted in manic rage, talons slamming repeatedly against the ground. Surrounded by blood and gore, plagued by yet another augury, yet this time, it was bliss. Not the piercing rays of heaven that had infected its mind prior, no. A blissful mantra of the Daemonic, a harking of the Kin of the Black God. It raved, raved, raved. It roared, roared, roared. Though it was wholly unaware of the other side of the coin, those pure rays of light, it had gleamed enough. It had heard enough. It had seen enough. ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ɪᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ, and with rage, hatred, and sheer malice, it walked upon those pure, silver-topped trees of the Silverwoods. Its talons dug into the body of an Azuran Silverstag, the beautiful, royal creature bellowing in pain, calling to its pack, calling to its kin. The Zar’akal ravaged that body, consuming wholly - flesh, bone, sinew and soul. Once done, it spread its arms out, peering to the skies and roaring sinful promises. . . ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴀꜱᴜɴᴅᴇʀ. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀɪᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴇᴅɢᴇᴅ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅʀᴇɴᴄʜ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪɴ. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴀᴠᴀɢᴇ, ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʟᴀɴᴅ. ᴍᴏɴɢᴏᴏꜱᴇ, ꜱᴛᴀɢ, ᴀxᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ. ʙᴀᴛ, ᴠɪᴘᴇʀ, ɢᴏᴀᴛ, ᴄʀᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴛ. ꜰɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀ. . . ꜰɪᴠᴇ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ꜰɪꜱᴛ. . . ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴅ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ, ʟᴏᴀᴛʜꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ! ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴀꜱᴛꜱ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇꜱꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ! ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ!

ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ, that the Church does not forget, nor does it forgive. We came upon the frozen shores of the Rimeglen, and we met with your fractured hierarchy. The mandate of Unity was enacted, and the infernal legions made sure that the Black Sepulchre understood its position - it bent the knee and agreed to our terms, be it in fear of our legions, or in recognition of our most holy charge. It would seem, however, that oaths and promises made by the life-weavers of the Rimeglen are easily forgotten. In their new ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴄᴛʀɪɴᴇ, they seem to find solace in an attempt at superiority over all other free people, forgetting their place and forgetting the ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ɢᴏᴅ that grants them the power from which they draw their arts. ʙʏ ᴅᴇᴄʀᴇᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴘᴏɴᴛɪꜰꜰ, shall the Mandate of Unity be enforced once more. The Legions will once more march upon the Rimeglen, and the debt owed by this Witch-King will be collected - if not, his head shall suffice. Those who attempt to stop the legions will be trampled beneath their feet. There will be no negotiation - for that has already transpired. There will be no deals, for that has already been shattered. Trust is a fickle mistress, and the Witch King has deemed it wise to test it. ᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʟᴇꜱᴛ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴇɴꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ, and it is the charge of the Legions and its Generals to ensure this enforcement is carried out. It is nigh time that the free people remain united under a single banner - and if in order to be united, your freedom must be controlled, then mote it be. The will of the Eye be done, the will of ɪʙʟᴇᴇꜱ be done. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴜɴɪᴛʏ ɴᴏᴡ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ.

ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟꜱ THEY CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO PERSIST, O’ VESSEL OF HER POWER. THEIR SQUABBLING BLINDS MEN AND WOMEN, CHILDER OF CLAY AND EARTH. THEIR LAW, THEIR FAITH, THEIR ORDER, IT WILL SHATTER THE WORLD. IT IS YOUR CHARGE, O’ HE WHO SEES ANGELS. HEAR THIS CANTICLE. FIND ITS SOURCE. CONSUME IT. CONSUME IT. CONSUME IT. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴄɪᴇɴꜱᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ WHEN HAD HE BEGUN TO SUSPECT THE AUGURIES GRANTED TO HIM BY HIS BLACK GOD? WHY WAS HE SEEING THIS - THESE PEARLY GATES, THIS FATE THAT HAD LONG BEEN RIPPED AWAY FROM HIS SOUL? HE WAS FATED FOR THE BLOOD RIVERS OF STRIGAPOTH, AND THE RIVERS OF FIRE OF MOZ’STRIMOZA. WHY WAS HE SEEING THIS? THIS RANCID SIGHT OF PURITY? THIS EERIE AND IMPOSING SENSE OF CALM? WHERE WAS THE TERROR, THE DREAD, THE HORRORS HE HAD GOTTEN SO USED TO? ɪᴛ ʙᴜʀɴꜱ ɪᴛ ʙᴜʀɴꜱ ɪᴛ ʙᴜʀɴꜱ ɪᴛ ʙᴜʀɴꜱ ɪᴛ HEAVEN’S PEARLY GATES ACHED AGAINST SIMILARLY GOLDEN YET NEPHARIOUS SKIN. A FALSE ANGEL BEING PUT FACE TO FACE AGAINST THAT WHICH IT CLAIMED TO BE, FOR HE WAS NO ANGEL; HIS WINGS DID NOT GRANT HIM FLIGHT TO THE HEAVENS, HIS FLAME DOOMED THE SOUL OF MAN, HIS VOICE EVOKED DREAD AND TERROR UNTO THEIR HEARTS. ᴡʜʏ, ᴏ' ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ? ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ɪ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ? AND THEN, IT DAWNED UPON HIM. COULD THIS BE HER PLOY? COULD THIS BE HER MESSAGE, THAT IT IS TIME TO TAKE THEIR RIGHTFUL PLACE UPON THE HEAVENS, TO LIBERATE MAN FROM THE INFLUENCE OF SQUABBLING, LOATHSOME AENGULS. TO RECLAIM THE THRONE OF THE CREATOR IN THE NAME OF OUR BLACK GOD. YES - IT WAS NIGH TIME. TO CONSUME, TO DEVOUR, TO CONQUER. ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍᴀɪᴍ ʙᴜʀɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʀɪᴠᴇʀꜱ ꜱᴋᴜʟʟꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏꜱᴄʀᴀᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꜱʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɪɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ-ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ᴛʏʀᴀɴᴛꜱ

i wonder why it blew up and i wonder why there are 10 pages of unproductive memes and hateful replies its not like we can do much else??? man's drunk with power, smoked a pipe and made the worst decision i've ever seen in my life. i respect the PR attempt tho. sorry it fell on ur lap.

From the Skies, Miguel's brows rose! "Is he really Antonio's kid? He's straight!"

demons

A demon king's brows rose in amusement.

blacklisted mystic opinion detected.

Auberon frowned at a particular part of the missive. "This can't be real.."

May Allah grant 1000 blessings to you that said, i agree with everything unwillingly said. lairs already get shafted, adding WCs on top of that, is shafting². In the span of a week, before we got our region 'don't raid' effect put on by moderation, i counted that we got: - 2x norland raids - 1x azdrazi raid - 2x empire/inquisitors raid & attempted heist(?) - 1x random darkspawn hunting guild raid darkspawn rp is already hanging on by a thread and it will continue to hang on by a thread if lairs get smacked. such is life.