[!] Across the Glade were numerous missives passed out by several woodland creatures: squirrels, birds, rabbits. The paper was scrolled with a green ribbon and an antler wax seal to keep it closed. The reader is greeted with the Mitrona emblem and semi-neat cursive in black ink upon opening it. It reads the following:
25.09.1552
(Moonday 25, Edensrest, 1552)
Lilith's Veil
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"Feryn lle'irrojs."
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Mi Subjects es Mitrona,
We have not witnessed such devastation since the Rotting Plague, a long-forgotten calamity of the Azari'cerr race, before which we have lived in near harmony for over thirty years. Crops were destroyed, and while the 'Cerr did not catch the disease, we slowly starved and grew bestial, turning on anyone who seemed a threat. Not realizing we were a danger to ourselves. Most of the 'Cerr today may remember that wreckage, leaving us scarred and cautious in the years that followed.
The Fight Against the Lycans will be etched in the memories of those who lived through it. Comrades fallen, yet never forgotten, loved ones torn apart and hanging by a thread. Even so-called enemies, once deemed irredeemable, came together under one cause—for the 'Cerr, for the Arb'aor, and lastly, for those we love. Myln Arb'aor is our home, with spirits older and greater than anything we have ever known. These spirits must not be forgotten, and we must fight daily to protect them. To honor our predecessors, those who fought tooth and nail for us. We are merely repaying the favor with our faithful blood.
As we saw our lives flicker before our eyes, it was those who showed courage, fearlessness, and intrepidity in the face of death who stood out. They knew they were surrendering all they had, even in the midst of doubt, fighting through thoughts of worry and turmoil. This is no easy feat. I applaud the following for their courage,
Riven Stygia: For jumping directly between two Lycans with a determined look, all for the sake of the Archers of the Glade. Offering what she had. Her blood and strength.
Fenrin L Lon'solyn: As Riven fell to her knees, sure of death, the Tericyees of Sunscape ran with only a sword, leaving behind his tear to fend off the Lycans, successfully stunning one and killing the other.
Apollon Lovell: The Tericyees of Mitrona, who faced a strange obsession by the vampire known as Andras, going in to add a defense spell for Fenrin, very well putting attention to himself. Without his spell, the Tericyees of Sunscape very well may have perished. Perhaps more courageous than anything I've seen before.
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The Final Five. The treacherous battle between Andras, the one who orchestrated these attacks, and the five who stood against him. As they all laid down their lives for Apollon Lovell, their names will be recorded in history: Thaniel Valsi, Cirlia Zaithrall, Apollon Lovell, and Malakai Montague. Each of them deserves their own missive, yet they all fought for the right cause. When the final voidal standing threatened to take Apollon Lovell with him, seven in total offered their lives. Apollon Lovell had laid down his life for all of us more than once; it was time we repaid that favor.
Cirlia Zaithrall: One who most were petrified of before, not daring to get closer, but showing undeniable love with her attacks and Lunarmancy-- a direct attack onto the voidal beings. Being the one to deal great damage during The Final Five.
Malakai Montague: The one who took the hits, and fended off Andras with help by his side, successfully saving The Khari'cerr's life. If not for him, I would've died, and been handled to The Amber Tree as just a memory.
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For the fallen 'Cerr, I ask for silence after this missive for one day. A vow to not speak, remembering his final moments. Speak his name: Aenerion. We will send further missives when a date is planned. No Azari'cerr is forgotten. His body will be given to the Amber Tree ceremoniously.
25.09.1552
(Moonday 25, Edensrest, 1552)
Lilith's Veil
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"Feryn lle'irrojs."
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Mi Subjects es Mitrona,
We have not witnessed such devastation since the Rotting Plague, a long-forgotten calamity of the Azari'cerr race, before which we have lived in near harmony for over thirty years. Crops were destroyed, and while the 'Cerr did not catch the disease, we slowly starved and grew bestial, turning on anyone who seemed a threat. Not realizing we were a danger to ourselves. Most of the 'Cerr today may remember that wreckage, leaving us scarred and cautious in the years that followed.
The Fight Against the Lycans will be etched in the memories of those who lived through it. Comrades fallen, yet never forgotten, loved ones torn apart and hanging by a thread. Even so-called enemies, once deemed irredeemable, came together under one cause—for the 'Cerr, for the Arb'aor, and lastly, for those we love. Myln Arb'aor is our home, with spirits older and greater than anything we have ever known. These spirits must not be forgotten, and we must fight daily to protect them. To honor our predecessors, those who fought tooth and nail for us. We are merely repaying the favor with our faithful blood.
As we saw our lives flicker before our eyes, it was those who showed courage, fearlessness, and intrepidity in the face of death who stood out. They knew they were surrendering all they had, even in the midst of doubt, fighting through thoughts of worry and turmoil. This is no easy feat. I applaud the following for their courage,
Riven Stygia: For jumping directly between two Lycans with a determined look, all for the sake of the Archers of the Glade. Offering what she had. Her blood and strength.
Fenrin L Lon'solyn: As Riven fell to her knees, sure of death, the Tericyees of Sunscape ran with only a sword, leaving behind his tear to fend off the Lycans, successfully stunning one and killing the other.
Apollon Lovell: The Tericyees of Mitrona, who faced a strange obsession by the vampire known as Andras, going in to add a defense spell for Fenrin, very well putting attention to himself. Without his spell, the Tericyees of Sunscape very well may have perished. Perhaps more courageous than anything I've seen before.
»»———-≪ °❈° ≫———-««
The Final Five. The treacherous battle between Andras, the one who orchestrated these attacks, and the five who stood against him. As they all laid down their lives for Apollon Lovell, their names will be recorded in history: Thaniel Valsi, Cirlia Zaithrall, Apollon Lovell, and Malakai Montague. Each of them deserves their own missive, yet they all fought for the right cause. When the final voidal standing threatened to take Apollon Lovell with him, seven in total offered their lives. Apollon Lovell had laid down his life for all of us more than once; it was time we repaid that favor.
Cirlia Zaithrall: One who most were petrified of before, not daring to get closer, but showing undeniable love with her attacks and Lunarmancy-- a direct attack onto the voidal beings. Being the one to deal great damage during The Final Five.
Malakai Montague: The one who took the hits, and fended off Andras with help by his side, successfully saving The Khari'cerr's life. If not for him, I would've died, and been handled to The Amber Tree as just a memory.
»»———-≪ °❈° ≫———-««
For the fallen 'Cerr, I ask for silence after this missive for one day. A vow to not speak, remembering his final moments. Speak his name: Aenerion. We will send further missives when a date is planned. No Azari'cerr is forgotten. His body will be given to the Amber Tree ceremoniously.
Signed,
Khari'cerr, N’vaestīl “Izara” Vobisere
Khari'cerr, N’vaestīl “Izara” Vobisere
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