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That musin buurz as ****" Says some elf

Also please make one for Stilt Striders I'll send you a design myself.

Bro my misty mountains RP????

"Looks like Shaman and Azdrazi are both on the menu!" Cackled a mad mutated woman. She pins this one up on the wall for all to see. Poking another Azulyte and gesturing over to it. "Boss sent out a new memo." "Ain't that a kick in the head?" "So what's the deal with these dragon people?"

A shaman, looks down at the paper, looks up, then looks down. "Huh." "Neat. Wisdom Home. I'll come visit one day. Stock up on potions."

The dark elf pants and huffs as she prepared to set fire to all carpet in the city.

Did this gamer just hit me with a ******* ur instead of your GUH

The Azulyan Banner hangs from the gates of Helious, its temple, and several houses. Fires create smog over the city. Azulytes maintain their occupation for a few elven hours. Inferi roaming the sunlit lands, chitin bound Azulytes painting their mark, an eclipsed moon bearing the Eye of Iblees, before they depart. With demands upon the Shamanic City. Ember, you have made a calculated choice. One that makes it apparent. You could improve at mathematics. You wanted a court jester. Let us further make a mockery of you and your people. Ichor runs your streets, for you attempted to mock us. DO NOT MAKE THIS MISTAKE IN OUR NEXT VISIT. YOU WILL PREPARE THE FOLLOWING FOR OUR PEACE. A:) Bottled Mana, five counts worth. B:) A shamanic relic tied with spiritual energy C:) You will construct shrines honouring AZUL and the Great Red Lich, Lord Upon the Throne. Voice of Iblees. Gashadokuro. You will know his name. D:) You will destroy any shrine to Luara you might possess.

An Azulyte cackles madly at the paper. And holds it up for others to see. "They ******* think we're the Luaranytes! Oh Iblees bless us. Continue forward with OPERATION SHATTERED MOON." "And let's keep ransacking shrines and gathering mana."

A message is sent to the Azulytes and pinned on the walls of the Hexicanum. OOC: Only Azulytes and members of the Legion of Iblees may be privy to this missive. It is Meta gaming to have knowledge of this post other wise. OPERATION: Shattered Moon. Begin the mass collection of Mana, bottled, taken by any means. Store safely within the Hexicanum. Begin the creation of the Anchor. Consult the Warlocks and the Lord upon the throne for more information. Steal shamanic artifacts. Be on the look out for Remnant Hex Storms and gather any artifacts that are created as a result of the spiritual storm. Destroy all Luara shrines, shrines to her lessers. Destabilize her realm.

The Azulyte Odurex stares down at the letter. A smile, wide on her mutated features. Lofting it high, and pinning it upon stone. "BEGIN OPERATION SHATTERED MOON. Build the Isthmus" She calls out to those around her. "This one...we'll take alive. their mana, will serve us well...tell the Lord on the throne. We're starting."

An Azulyte begins to dig out pit falls in the cursed forest after nearly falling into one herself. "******* singing rock mother fuckers I swear to Iblees I'm going to break their ******* flutes and their ******* song rocks. " The voices begin to take hold.

For Dios sake imma drop this idea here. Jørkul is incompatible with the following magics and CAs Shamanism and any shamanism feat. Paladinism Templars Animii and Homunculi Naz (?? Nub sure since FW is bound to a god and Naz sell theirs to a demon) Machine Spirits (maybe idk **** all about tech priest larping) Would Naz be compatible? I'm a nerd. Naz is deity magic Disregard Also Druids nub care about undead me thinks cause we got tree Liches? (I die on this hill Tree Lords are just wood made Liches)

A Homunculi begins to equip the Pengu with tactical rebreathers and heat sight goggles in addition to smoke bombs.

There are no words. There is nothing in response. Within a dark fortress a woman vomits into a camp fire. Blades are prepared.

YOU DID IT. THE FROST WARLOCK

TO THE BRAVE PHARAOH WE BEHOLD UPON YOU, A SIMPLE MESSAGE. COME, WITH ONLY THREE OF YOUR NUMBER. COME BEARING GIFTS. 1: YOU WILL SUBMIT A PUBLIC MISSIVE, STATING THE LORDS OF YOUR LAND. THE SO CALLED PRIMARCH OF MAEHR HAS FAILED YOU. THAT THEY CANNOT PROTECT THOSE UPON THEIR LANDS. 2: YOU WILL CREATE AN IDOL FOR AZUL, AND BRING IT WITH YOU TO FACE US. 3: YOU WILL BRING, THREE BOTTLES OF BLOOD WITH YOU. IF OUR DEMANDS ARE NOT MET, DEATH SHANT BE YOUR PEOPLES FATE. OH NO, DEAR PHARAOH. WE WILL CORRUPT THE SOUL. TURN THEM UNDEAD OR INFERNAL. BUT LET IT BE KNOWN THAT WE OF AZUL HONOR OUR DEALS UNLIKE THE LUARANYTES. DEATH TO THE BLINDING RADIANCE. LUARA SHALL FALL LIKE METZTLI FELL. A map is detailed showing the location for the Pharaoh to go. X:3045.693 Y:217 Z:3118.268

I can't ******* believe you actually clicked this.

An Azulyte bearing the banner of the LEGION OF IBLEES stands in a towering castle. At her back, the burning eye of the First Born. Of the world shaker, Azdromoth. When news came trinkling in from Azulyan agents in the magi city. A delightful smile resting on her face. "The book, Solomon. Divided does little. Together, the world shall tremble in fear." She comments to herself, at the Udax beside her.

Yes officer this seer poster right here.

"For Iblees Sake. THEY'RE BACK AND THEY BROUGHT THE WEIRD MUSIC ROCKS." "UDAX GET THE ******* CAPYBARA! THE CAPYBARA!" Some chitin bound Azulyan Commander calls out, as the Warlock begins to start summoning the infernal rodents. Banging on her shield rapidly with her axe. "Get off the damn lawn!"

A Maehr woman, stares down at the paper. Raising a brow. And then looks over to her ally. Offering the paper. "We should return soon. Spend some time about. I know you two were, friends."

An Azulyte sweats rapidly as she spots a swarm of Samurai riding by. "THE ******* CANNONS. LOAD THE CANNONS."

A dark elf stares down at the missive. She pauses, then goes to a desk drawer. Pulling forth, other, and older missives from the land of Almaris. Pursing her lips out, then offering a shrug. "This woman hops kingdoms like a wench hops brothers in a tavern...very...ironic." "We'll see if my path crosses her own. A peculiar woman."

THIS POST IS NOT PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE. ONLY AZULYTES AND MEMBERS OF THE LEGION OF IBLEES MAY RPLY KNOW ABOUT THIS POST. IT IS META GAMING OTHER WISE. In the dark walls of the Dread Fort, stood Azulytes anew. Their praise given to the newly fleshed Warlock Prince. Of the ancient blood of Velulaei'onn. Such hallow matters met. Soon others gathered round as the Warlock warped flesh and bone. Twisting the form of the rodent. Given putrid wings and wit, the demonic imp created for the machinations of Azul. A wonderous day, this Capybara made hallow in the infernal fire. Those within the Dread Fort would notice an increase of these imps flying around. Joining the demonic hordes.