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    "When I was a Young Spook

    My Herald  took me into the city

    To kill Maleficar

    He said 'Worm when you grow up, will you be

    the saviour of the undead, the great Primeval Man?'

    He said 'Will you defeat them?

    The Xannites, and all the Ibleesians,

    the druids and the fae?'

    Because one day, I'll leave you a great wraith

    To lead you in convergence

    to join Pampo-Parade.

     

    When I was a Young Spook

    My Herald  took me into the city

    To kill Maleficar

     

    He said 'Worm when you grow up, will you be

    the saviour of the undead, the great Primeval Man?'

     

    Sometimes I get the feelin'

    That Mordring's watchin' me

    And other times I feel like I should fall

    And through it all, through Provvy's Call.

    The Xan's Dead in the streets

    And when you're gone we want you all to know.

     

    We'll fear the old dark

    We'll fear the old dark

    And though you're trapped in Aegis believe me,

    Your great heralds will fear the old dark

     

    We'll fear the old dark.

    And to ourselves we can't contain it.

    The slaughter won't explain it.

     

    The abyss sends you reeling

    From ever kindled dreams

    Your blind obedience will trap us all.

    So paint it black and take it back

    Let's shout it loud and clear

    Defiant to the Aenguls, we hear Mord's call

     

    We'll fear the old dark

    We'll fear the old dark

    And though you're trapped in Aegis believe me,

    Your great heralds will fear the old dark

     

    We'll fear the old dark.

    And though your drakaar husk's defeated

    Your four loyal prophets march

     

    On and on, we carry through the 
    Oh, ah, ha
    Wrathful faces of paladins
    Oh, ah, ha
    Take a look at me, 'cause I could not care at all

     

    Do or die, you'll never make me
    Because those aenguls will never claim my soul
    Go and try, you'll never break me
    We want it all, aenguls will pay the toll

     

    I won't explain or say I'm sorry
    I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my path
    Give a cheer for all Xionists
    Listen here, because it's who we are

     

    We're remnant man, we are the victims
    Just a slave, who had to break God's chains
    We're remnant man, we're not like Aenguls
    I don't care

     

    We'll fear the old dark

    And though you're trapped in Aegis believe me,

    Your great heralds will fear the old dark

     

    We'll fear the old dark.

    And though your drakaar husk's defeated

    Your four loyal prophets march

     

    Do or die, you'll never make me 
    Because those daemons will never claim my soul
    Go and try, you'll never break me
    We want it all, daemons will pay the toll (We'll fear the old dark)

    Do or die, you'll never make me (We'll fear the old dark)
    Because those aenguls will never claim my soul (We'll fear the old dark)
    Go and try, you'll never break me (We'll fear the old dark)
    We want it all, aenguls will pay the toll (We'll fear the old daaaaAaark!)

     

     

     

    @White_Wolf @Zarsies

     

     

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  2. While Danek made their case to the three present Heralds, She of Strife, Barrowlord Fornotos, listened intently. There came a long, perhaps tense silence, before the features beath their metal guise softened.

     

    "We had hoped it would be you."

  3. Barrowlord Fornotos floated past the artist tasked with creating the paintings, watching over with a calculating guise. A gleaming dagger sat within their grasp, ready to reap the soul of the painter should any mistakes be made.

  4. After their visit to the realm of Mordring, Barrowlord Fornotos could speak with the utmost confidence on the missive that they had stumbled across.

     

    "Lies. They beg for aid like an urchin does for scraps... People are destitute enough without the paladins demanding aid." 

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    "A third rises."

     

    Spoke forth the choir of voices that was the named of The King Beneath, Barrowlord Fornotos. Their head, a visage concealed by a steel helm, dupped into a nod of acceptance. Having witnessed the existence of the previous herald, she looked upon the ascension of her longtime ally with fondness. Where once they'd known naught but anguish, they had felt peace, if only brief, for the first time in centuries. A gnarled staff was tapped thrice 'pon the stone ground on which she stood, their gaze drifting into the beyond. Though it yearned to slam down once more, it was not yet time...

     

    "Radiant is the Black Sun.- Welcome back to the four thrones of Heraldry, my friend."

     

     

  6. Valindra is probably endgame now, level 16-18


    Bladesinger wizard [14], Fighter Battlemaster [3] OR Bladesinger Wizard [14], Rogue Swashbuckler [3]

     

    100% took the Orzhov Rep background for more clerical aspects.

     

    Feats: Scion of the Outer Planes, Warcaster, Righteous Heritor [+1 Dex]

  7. A woman, mentally marred by the abyss's corruption, mourned the mali she had once taken such pride in tormented. Though knowing well of his plights, she pondered if the elf that met his end that day and the 'aheral she'd once considered a friend, a confidante, an eternally patient foe, were one of the same. Perhaps the body of Lefkos had died that night, but in her eyes, his soul, the truest reflection of his self, had died when Xan had turned his back on him.

     

    Regardless, Valindrasurvivor of the abyss wept not like the lord immortal she hoped to one day be, but as the truly pathetic and insignificant mortal she was.

     

    This is not common knowledge- do not metagame this.

     

    Spoiler

    I remember Lefkos waaay back in like 2018. He's p much been present throughout my entire server experience. I'll miss his antics- he was an entertaining character for sure.

     

  8. The newly ordained Herald of Strife found the missive entering their iron grasp. They needed only peer over it for a few seconds before a nod followed, one of approval.

     

    "It has been too long. The Four Heralds must rise anew to spread the Primeval ways once more, lest we fade into further obscurity through the inaction of generations. As Maleficar are a threat to us, so too is stagnation. We only hope Delmar is versed enough in our ways.."

     

  9. 16 hours ago, Rebellionlife said:

    tbh, isnt it weird humans can't be above 6'6 even though irl its very much possible and not extremely rare. 

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  10. Another letter came through, delivered to the pontiff's desk...

     

    "Good Archbishop,

     

    I am a longtime practitioner of the Voidal arts and an elf who was baptized on Atlas. I've spent decades protecting humanity from otherworldly threats. It would be a pleasure to speak with you and provide extra insight into the Void and its place within canondom.

     

    Sincerely,

     

    Valindra."

  11. Word reached a distant 'aheral, who merely nodded in approval of the missive posted and the seemingly sincere words of the elf. ".. Betrayal is in the nature of almost every 'fenn still alive.. Now that you've gotten it out of your system, there may yet be hope for you." Valindra mused, swinging the lorraine which hung from her belt idly, it was time for penance. "Unlikely, though,"

     

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    Spoiler

    An occultist far off to the north merely nodded their approval while tending to the final resting places of deceased innumerous. Their steeled grasp clasped a copy of that missive, which was promptly cast off into the embers of a nearby fire.

     

    "The dog fights her leash,

    the beast bites her master,

    the servant defies the deity.

     

    Trouble yourself not with the plights of maleficar, child,

    your destiny has the potential to contribute to something far greater,

    You foes burn under the flames of the hells, yet the ash endures,

    the embers of salvation.

     

    Perhaps we'll have use for you yet, child of frost and fel-flame."

     

  12. "It was cruel to put one so frail and elderly in the position in the first place." Spoke Valindra, who found herself feeling sympathy for the former maheral's plight. "Perhaps now Calith shall get the rest he deserves."

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