SwampWitchIRL

swampwitchirl Lorinthia of Ahad Donation box King's Ivy - 7 Elf's Hair Vine - 15 Drake's Tail - 8 Nightglow - 17 Helviiryn Mushroom - 17 Barrier Brush - 5 Amberiddle - 18 Bitter Reed - 10 Blood Lotus - 12 Athin - 2 Ponderlot - 2 Javen's Root - 6 Paddfoot - 2 Gelunite - 2 Jailor's Moss - 4 Gislocinovi - 3 Kindlefen - 11 Serpent's Stalk - 4 Mandragora - 3 Diddyfunkle - 5 Blisterthorn - 2 Beardweed - 16 Frost Vine - 2 Blissfoil - 13 Faerie Truffle - 2 Silvershade - 2 Tippen's Root - 11 Corrospore - 6 Nightsap - 4 Aqua Nymph - 4

Oʀᴅᴇʀ. No vision came, no Light seen, yet she heeded the words of Richard, the Sacred Mission of the Sunlit Covenant was clear. She was no Paladin of old, she bore no scars, no marks of distinction. Yet she would be one now, the torch of Order had not been snuffed, into the dark she would humbly carry it. Grindstone against steel, alchemicals consecrated, bolts fletched, liturgies recited. Her calling, to walk the path of Marian Cross had led her here, to take up the mantle of Gold. To prove herself worthy of the title bestowed upon her, to avenge her fallen brethren The Eight-Pointed Star upon her tabard, upon her banner, readied for the war ahead. "Liturgy is our Salvation."

Lᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ, ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ Aᴢᴜʀᴀꜱ; Y ʜ ʟ ’ F ʟ ᴀ ᴀ ᴡ ᴏ ɴ ɪ ɪ ꜱ ᴀ ɴ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ ᴀ ᴛ ʀ ᴏ ᴄ ɪ ᴛ ʏ . ⊱𐫰⊰ After a prolonged hunt, the Darkspawn known as Yhl’Flaawoni, chieftain of the Beastfolk Protectorate and vassal of the Horde has been captured and delivered judgement by the Paladins of the Sunlit Covenant on the 2nd of Sun’s Smile, 267 S.A. This wretched agent of Mordring is a confirmed Mystic and Hemomancer, a known affiliate of Zu’e, (Abdast of the Dark Sanctum of Lumbridge), yet too an atrocity of undeath which wields vile thaumalurgy far beyond mortal practicionaries. It stands guilty of engaging in profane Hemomantic rites, the murder of an innocent child, and the cowardly stabbing of a Paladin of Xan from behind. During our operation, Paladins discovered that these practices were not exclusive to the Kha in question alone. Within the Protectorate contains a vast Temple steeped in corruption, its presence sowing unease to all who approach it. Within its blighted halls were unmistakable blood magic ritual circles. In retaliation to this justice a Kha, aided by another accomplice, began the brutal slaughter of innocent civilians. Among the victims was a civilian of Caurost, assaulted and scarred in an attempt to find the vile, undead chieftain. Additionally, an elf was discovered bearing stab wounds, yet surviving with a resilience exceeding the expectations of the vagabond assailants. 𐫰 We recite what was pronounced before- Yʜʟ’Fʟᴀᴀᴡᴏɴɪ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛʀᴏᴄɪᴛʏ. Draped in foul miasma and the essence of undeath, the vile adherent of Mordring channels the forces antithetical to creation in sickening showcases of not only the obscenities of mysticism, yet invokes within themselves UNDEATH in vilest of natures, transmuting herself into a skeletal being to exalt ruinous mayhem upon her opposition. Many have seen her in her true form, bone-drenched with pulsating masses of ectoplasmic blight seeping off her hazed nature- foul and abyssal, no doubt a channeling Mordring itself. Do not interact with her mortal guise; her undeath’s potency supersedes mundane ‘tests’, veiling bone and miasma beneath fur and lies. 𐫰 On this day, Oʀᴅᴇʀ prevailed; let this proclamation stand as a warning to all who would harbor corruption and take up arms to defend it: You declare yourself complicit. The Sunlit Covenant continues its sacred charge of cleansing corruption wherever it festers, whether it stands alone or is shielded by nations. The Sunlit Covenant demands the immediate denouncement of the Uɴᴅᴇᴀᴅ Aᴛʀᴏᴄɪᴛʏ known as Yhl’Flaawoni as chieftain of the Beastfolk Protectorate, and the remnant Beastfolk to hunt down and publicly immolate Yhl’Flaaowni for her transgressions against life. Any who choose to instead shelter such rot declare themselves enemies of CREATION and will be judged accordingly. ⊱𐫰⊰ [ ʟɪᴛᴜʀɢʏ ɪꜱ ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ] Lᴏʀɪɴᴛʜɪᴀ ᴏꜰ Aʜᴀᴅ; Paladin of Xan, Knight of the Sunlit Covenant Lʏꜱᴀɴᴅʀᴀ ᴏꜰ Sᴀʙᴇᴛ; Paladin of Xan, Knight of the Sunlit Covenant Aᴋɪ, ᴛʜᴇ Bᴏɴᴅꜱᴍɪᴛʜ; Aki of Aki, Scribe of the Sunlit Covenant Lᴇɪᴛʜʀɪʟ ᴏꜰ Rʜᴏ’ɢʜᴇʀ; Wyrmstalker of Xan, Arkknight of the Sunlit Covenant Rɪᴄʜᴀʀᴅ ᴏꜰ Aʜᴀᴅ; Wyrmstalker of Xan, Warden of the Sunlit Covenant

Lorinthia collapsed to the floor of her home, her form curling over the small plush moth. Her shoulders trembled, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath as sobs tore from her throat "Shes... gone" she would whisper, her voice breaking as she struggled to think clearly. Her hands trembled, curling around the moth as she cried out into the emptiness Memories flashed into her mind, abrupt and cruel. The laughter they'd shared earlier that morning, Lyuer saving her life from a Gryphon, and the pure joy that ha radiated off of her when she'd revealed to her she was learning sign language - All stolen away. Her throat tightened as she faced the reality that she would never see her again. "Why... Why?" she would gasp between sobs. Each repetition like that of a knife to her heart. She felt hollow, helpless, and consumed by guilt that she hadn't been able to protect her. Her eyes narrowed onto the moth, the only remaining connection to Lyuer she had left. She couldn't stop the tears, she couldn't stop the trembling. She could only sob and whisper, over and over, broken and desperate: "I'm sorry..."