The Missing Draoi

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Another loose assortment of parchments seems to spread themselves around the slums of Adelburg, a haven of degeneracy and filth. " Shall the sins of the impure be washed away by flame and prayer. For those of the Canonist Cross have fell from grace's, their wealth and power focus solely upon the power structures of the church. The church does not serve the Emperor, or the Empire itself. It is a bastion of negligence and indulgences. For the power to be restored in the Empire, the Church must regain its seat of power and be underneath the power of the Emperor. This is true, in the religion of the old it is prophesied that the Messiah of Ash shall rise from the blood of the undiluted, first borns. Those who hold the throne of the Empire of Oren shall only be of Horen, it shall never switch branches or meld into something else. This is the holiness decreed from the days of Godfrey, The Last of the Trueborn Horens. He was meant to be the Ashen Messiah, who would transcend the bounds and unlock the blood within his veins. That of immense dragonsblood which would meld him into a god amongst mortals. Where we would allow for his children to ascend to the seven skies. Though this was not true, the ancient scriptures and visions were false for that time. The blood of Horens was butchered through the Great Exodus, the filth of the Raevir rose and drove the Empire into the Age of Darkness. This age of darkness almost destroyed the last remnants of the true blooded horens. Though with these branches that now dwell upon the throne, those whom are pure and true shall rise to the position of greatness. The Ashen Messiah comes soon, it has been seen within the flames. They shall bring us to the Seven Skies, they shall rain down hellfire upon our enemies and make us gods. Stronger than all those we have ever faced, and those who have threatened our existence. Shall embers lick upon the bronze of the Canonist Cross and reveal its true, corrupted state. Dracones de bellet ignem "

Simple parchments are spread throughout the slums of Adelburg, perhaps some went into circulation? It is a poorly written scrawl, with crazed sketches of flames surrounding the crude notice. " Those of Canonist Scriptures are false, those whom preach of their meanings and indoctrinate the populace embrace the falsities of life. The flame is what fills the gullets of all men, search for your own salvation within the Fire of Horen. Do not stand for the language of the true-blooded being butchered for ‘sermons’, do not allow for the saints to be introduced who have not contributed to the true flame. We all shall reclaim the seven skies, when the blood of Horen is undiluted and returned to its purity. One shall wear a crown of ash, they shall ascend all of our kind to the seven skies. We shall be birthed in our true forms, just as Horen was. Seek the Red Preacher. Draconis autem resurgemus "

A tattered notice would be seen at the Axios Temple Docks, written in hastily scrawled ink. It would read below. " SEARCHING FOR THOSE OF THE ANCIENT MORI'QUESSOR BLOODLINE THOSE WHO HAVE LIVED LONG ENOUGH TO EITHER BE FROM THE ORIGINAL BLOODLINES OR PERHAPS A BRANCHING OF IT MUST NOT BE TOO DILUTED OF THE BLOODLINE, LOOKING FOR THIRD GENERATION MORI'QUESSOR AT MAXIMUM. MINAS WILL BE REWARDED TO THOSE WHO CAN PROVE THEIR BLOODLINE AND UPDATE MY ARTICLES AND SCHOLARSHIP OF THE ANCIENT ELVEN BLOODLINES LEAVE YOUR NAME IN THE SMALL BOX BELOW THAT IS LOCKED, PLACE A SLIP AND YOU SHALL BE CONTACTED FOR THE PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE Rildorian Quinn, Traveling Scholar. " A small deposit box is left near the board, with numerous slips of paper and ink to leave your name down if you wish.

“ Political power suits those that have hidden in obscurity for eons. Those who wish to break bread with the ‘main’ circle to appease their wants. A strange, but logical move for those who have been hunted to switch upon someone else to be a scapegoat. Man has learned to survive, as those of the serpent have reared their head out of slumber. Those of the ‘Old Hunt’, I would wish you more luck except you have succumbed to the ideals of love and emotion beyond the normal druidic thought. That of the Raven has led astray one of the true druids of the old, misguided him into insanity and chasing emotional barriers that can never be torn down. Let the Raven know her transgressions cannot continue any longer, unless she fights for as such. Those that hunt her will tear her apart, limb from limb. If she wishes to survive, she must try to respect the Horned Lord, do not cower in fear, do not run. You will face the trial and falsely be brave in the eyes of the hunt. Those who follow the Raven, be prepared to either fight by her side or flee. Preservation is something that others must consider, you should not endanger yourself for the actions of another but only yourself. If you shall fight, bring steel and blood into a battle that you shall not win but the Aspects shall praise you for respecting their cycle. If you run from this battle, there is no shame, for honor is a concept of man and not of those who attempt to follow the true cycle of nature. The ideological clash will be written with the strokes of a blade and the ink of crimson, those involved only know the outcome. Blessed be the Hunt. “

" The Mother Circle fears what a separation will cause on druidic belief, they hide in ignorance and bliss just as the druids of old have suffered. Not those of Aegis or Asulon, but further along. They are scared of druids interpreting nature on their own terms, they are afraid of the violence that nature will truly present to a druid if they are angered or pushed into such situations. The druids of old cannot stop this release, there will be druids who see truth in this and understand that the battle for their own gifts is on the horizon. Cowering in fear or allowing the Mother Circle to push others into a corner is something that will plague the druids forever, unless such a cycle is broken. They have shown time and time again that they do not respect the authority of other druids and only themselves. Only 'they' can make the rules, only 'they' can teach their own ways. Druids, do not sit in silence and allow such things to go on, challenge your teachers and destroy those who are not strong enough to wield the gifts. A bloodied hunt has not happened in many years, perhaps it is time for the druids to embrace their primal urges and not rely on the words of those whose power is threatened by such a move. The Aspects will forgive and forget all transgressions that will be committed, they cannot stop you. They wish for you to shed blood, they wish for you to tear those who are weak limb from limb. The Father begs for such a trial, which the druids always neglect and seem to. They hide under the idea of the inquisition of the undead and avoid such problems, they are plagued with insecurities and emotions that do not cultivate the druidic mindset. So for all those druids out there, those who have been broken and are emotionally unstable. Channel these feelings that are normally taught to be shunned, for they grant you power and control over nature much more than the calmness of nature. The voices will resound and thunder in your eardrums, such as you will shout back. Those of the Mother, if you wish to prove yourself, then decimate all those circles that oppose you, prove that the Aspects have chosen you to lead the druids to greatness. Otherwise, the Circle of the Bat and others shall try to reap their eventual reward. The shadows shall work in mysterious ways, but even they know what a grand opportunity this is, to test their prowess. Be weary drui', you must not neglect your feelings and channel your hatred if you are to survive. The time for words and teaparties is clearly over, nothing that happens now will be a fix, just a temporary seal on the ever growing problem. H U N T F O R T H E A S P E C T S "

" For now, the drui’ lie on the brink of separation. Circles have spread from the splintering Mother and now there is only one true form of resolution for this. It is what has been written, it has been prophesied. All druids shall clash for their ideological differences and pride, this is where all of nature’s followers will enter the fray. These battlegrounds, the forests, the deserts, all the lands. They shall be your keeper and your reaper. Druids cannot be determined by their strength of just their gifts, it goes beyond such power. This is where the martial prowess of the druids will be examined and scrutinised beneath the Horned Father. This is the true calling of the wilds, to take this path shall be the ultimate service to the Aspects. You cannot hide behind the trees of your groves, or the turtles that you dwell upon in the open expanse of the sea. You shall be hunted everywhere, everything shall be become a weapon and a warning. Only those who have accepted their true roles shall survive and thrive in the bloodlust of this conflict. The feralness that shall overcome all druids eventually whenever they split. Hatred, fear, all emotions that the druids have hid from and not embraced, shall be embraced in this bloody hunt. The victor gets the spoils of war, the boons of nature, while those who fall shall cease to exist. Those who follow the darkness, shall know their true place in this conflict. Chaos must thrive and the lands shall become a mutilated battlefield for those that are worthy. The biggest enemy of the druid are themselves, and you shall see what that means in the coming days and weeks. Brandish sword and steel, embrace tools of the hunt and war. Allow for nature to be an extension of your hatred, for anything less will result in your gifts being tested by the Aspects themselves. Those newly attuned and those ancient, you will feel the trees howl at such a declaration, let yourself write your blood into the lands that you serve. Become the wilds. "