Hephaestus

VLADISLAV beams with Machiavellian decadence.

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"Ilah Boyükundür… Ilah Boyükundür–" UNTO the mortal coil, so those sagacious laments came to in becoming by way a humming dactyl –– a mere psalm, if one were, –– the Mufti's dishevelled, abject breaths occupying the syllables longer than but a meagre frame at an instance as he broke his sieve of exhale; a trifling tangle of tempered breaths espousing whither they came of his meagre nostrils with but the least hint of a deep-rooted ire. Thus; by which every line of the legendarium, the great cerulean of his iris' trod and flickered unto, he once thereafter harkened to a contemplative state –– reading and comprehending with a thorough consideration for oft the blotches of ink upon so the dilapidated scroll of parchment, and the hand and pen whereby they'd become. "Lo', dearest brother of my own – no, ixvan, aught and all – hark, the words I let, in saying; it is the will of Ilah that ye' be 'voidant of the siren song of schismatics and heretics; kufar. Hark, too; it be upon ye' that your fledgling spirits are bereft of the apostolic schism – trust and believe, it is a iniquitous seed that embeds itself in the most narrow crag of the soul; it weaves a tainted fruit unto the self." MOST intrepid an arm yearned it be eschewed in parting bypass of the contour along his side which it ever remained in tact bolt of; as were thus to beckon callouses along the flesh of his forehead –– feeling the visceral stress and bemoaning of the heresy hereafter in brand of his frons, the ire having rounded his mortal temples, as a sinister crown. Hereafter, thus he made after the prospect of a volte-face pivot at his heel, as was to narrow a glancing eye thither the fish-skin pulled taut of the tarp to their pious tent; survey flickering onto the sardine pigment of the fleece as he parted his seat briskly, as were to beg gesture that he hadn't quite the ability to fathom the prior texts. In lieu thereof, he spared an ear to the waxing, guttural groans of a school of horses, some measures away. "Come, Isfandiyar – the horses graze; they will not tend to their selves. Let the schismatics sow their web of deceit and heresy, so that they may reap the folly in the Hereafter. Reap the folly, when they bask in the lambent heat of Cəhennəm." @Yeagerist

Res. by Grand Mufti of Al’iiman Mutahawir.

Long live the Crows of Carrion

FORSOOTH, in aught the matters of a cordial response, the lord in question –– Vladislav of Roussard, had abstained hereby. Rather, he mulled long and intrinsic on so matters; and, what moribund vestiges of a pride – pious, zealous pride, became desiccated of the guise beckoned be managed at his wield and contempt. HEARTY, the prospect of wartime curdled in his mind, as ever the thane dwelled upon it: 'till it were that, threescore a dimples yearned be embed unto his lineaments –– begetting the iniquitous, sinister swathe of a smirk along the prudent taut of his countenance; the expression having woven itself thoroughly at his visage. And, then – he'd forgone the veil of silence drawn unto him: "Come what come may –– he will emerge, triumphant, whose arsenal is animated by the same, visceral spirit of warfare all throughout its ranks. Let us hope, the Empire churns that very spirit." WERE it the poignant thought he professed. There was fleeting hope.

Reserved

Tiara of Vîlachia: 130 Minae Vladislav O. Vimmark-Roussard

Tiara of Vîlachia - 110 Minae Vladislav O. Vimmark-Roussard, Hephaestvs

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"To Petra, then I came;" WAS said of one, wretched philistine –– at that burgonet and scalp of his, wherewith its crest deigned herald a mane of hoar locks, laden by the brand of many a snows, he took unto himself the liberty of pressing to an incline, in the dip wrought of it; unseaming the stoic steeliness in its naves verily to a permeating lower. "… Met with a host, ever retching, and writhing at the wick of its spine; where it came to tell a haunting tangle of vile psalms." THITHER, even should he have encumbered those age-stricken lineaments of his, surmised there be a strait reckoned betwixt either a lip, wherein blister unto blister concurred its long fester for a malady, parting thus to cede his rasps to a resounding query: "Whence cam'st thou, thing of the Long Death's diaspora?" BUT he sought no adage of the loathing, lichen thing, making harken of the abject horrors he, himself, let curdle to gauge the very iniquity of the sacrament. "Whence cam'st thou, host aught clad in sable; and, shalt ye' smite the men of Petra, even shall their counts amount to fifty-thousand and threescore?" LO', that whither the time tolled unto the mass of men, accoutred in vice, a grievous thing became of the tenebrous sum. Of its churning surfeit, surely there rapt a great several tendons of pure, fructuous black, even did it take a dark so wicked, it surmised be greater than that of the Sunless Sky. Time's pendulum yearned be drawn, in that indomitable scene, and the men of Petra reckoned their come to kindling, two eyes in the blackness thither. Even, did that abomination claim each last corner, and countenance of the liturgical chamber, and anointed the thanes of this congregation in a nefarious malaise, in drawing shade hereof. BUT nary a one of them betrayed their lord, nor quenched his malady. "You art come on the wings of Death then, Lich?" TOLD one amongst them, in the moment whence he gawked so long into the abyss, that it were beckoned, that the abyss stared back. "Then, it is true; we are the secret." AND then, there drew a quietude.

UNTO that bank and shoal of time, carrions beckoned unto their stow, the guile of tide after tide 'lo the very zeniths of cool current. Forsooth, hie their winged effigies flout the skies, fanning the manifold a straits of cerulean unto the horizon cold. It were but one, that challenged this uniform murder; this congregation of doves anointed at pigments an ebony –– a mere one, nary a last other, gawking long about THALON'S air, 'till the apotheosis of its lithe would beget it be moored to the tract of fetid earth then. NESTLED lowly to the dim breast, thither procured the crow its notice. Per'aps, the very last vestiges for abase tidiness yearned be branded to that particular notice; nor, its presentation sought be any saccharine. It were nary ever furbished of the plight thereof time, for certainly, the livid mark of the yugas whither became litigated unto the device, thus it came to tell; "Hark, LORD THALON, and due partisans [be any there, present]; So certainly, we have exchanged word and broken bread under the same threshold, near naught past even a saint's night ago. I will deny naught of the crass greed that serves be my malady, forsooth if ye' wilt hearken closely; what be at your wield avails, thither myself, an absolute necessity –– even shall I smite threescore men, flour unto bread shall break once, and twice, and mayhaps, even thrice more between you and I, if ever need be, if that so equates to my heraldry of this antediluvian phylactery. Surely, death is bound to dawn upon you – as will it, dawn upon myself. Your folk are impotent, on matters of burdening the vestiges of their life –– their legacies, though be the times thereof, so long, and I daresay, perennial –– to the tireless wield of another, by rite of blood. Hie, vanquishment reproaches. And, my knowings surmise you are without the potency either to mould kith of flesh and marrow; be not a fool, to be away with your life, with not begetting its memory unto another. Consider my proposition, and even in death, you shall remain live, and your spirit shall rapt, skipping nary a last beating at the heart. Yours in practice, Tybis of Man."

"Surely, a Gothic practice…" THAT comment became rapt of one odd layman, come that yet he challenged the throes of his ailing marrow, in begetting a most wary drift along the fetid tract of a dreary road. "… Per'aps, I am due for a shave." TOLD the antediluvian; and, along his digits, he felt about the coarse mane that festered unto his lethargic scalp.

Disappointed my tenancy within the Story Team under your leadership was shortened so significantly. In any matter, I always thought you were a just admin to ever have the pleasure of working under. Sleep easy.

abort. abort. ABORT.

yes the other arab approves