The Fall Of A Roseborn

[PuffyPigeon]

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I, Orphicon the Walking Spires, Subject of Ghilland and indeed all of Her Pantheon,
make a formal yet unfortunate acknowledgment of a failure.

Naravan, Son of The Sapphic Empress

Has vocally announced his intention to blaspheme and antagonize that which he has floundered to properly represent anyway. Naravan has denounced his divine mother and indeed Her Pantheon's taught virtues as a whole.

Naravan has chosen not to protect as Elleyon had taught us, but to mutilate and harm. He has taken this out upon our beloved Ordvaan, Aeda, and publicly celebrates his want to bleed the helpless.
Naravan has spat upon the Compassion She Herself tried to teach him, and instead reached out to cruelty to enrich himself and his peculiar lover - whom I shall not name.

These repercussions should be his to bare and his alone.

I warn Her pious to protect themselves and weed out this traitor from the warmth of our collective communities.

May we exact divine justice, for mere bloodshed does not sway a gladiator's fear.

He should soon be afraid.

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Spoiler: Tags and OOC:

IC shunning and religious blood-feud time! I don't mean this to turn into something OOCly rotten, so make sure communication is key when wanting to exact some kind of revenge plot.
@PaladinoGui @SneakyLinguine @bahmboozled @SilverShroom12 @PresentMediator @FutureTeller @AnyOtherEstellian/ExistCultist

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[bahmboozled]

An iron chantress sung, her tetrad voices echoing an old song many of the Bloodsingers would be familiar with to the distant winds. For where this harrowing tale is carried to, it is one even older Ailor Knights that have warred with Teledden in the past would shirk at.

For the ill-informed, it is the Song of Khal:

And of the strongest Demon, and those greatest Kathar too,
The lion breaks their necks, to rot in caskets of yew

Elleyon is our marshal, now and forevermore,
Again His orders sound, they thunder at our door.

Our enemies are many, as far as Ellador,
O' fight and die we have, and some do ask what-for.

For long have enemies strived to be our masters.
Then stand and shout:
"I die a free man."

 

[Anseran]

The words of Orphicon spread through the sewers, scurrying like a horde of rats rushing to the surface of Crookback where the junkies whisper, mumble and echo the expression made by the Estellon Faithful: Word of Naravokh and his 'failure', news of his treachery and the bold hunt that is desired to accompany it in recompense for his crimes

Having digested the trickle of information, piecemeal, from the various vagrants and their loud mouths, Osira takes a stand as she addressed her fellows in refute

Dearest Orphicon of a Pantheon I have long forgotten,

I am Osira of the Void and I declare a message to you

Take heed!

Naravan of Estellon has fallen,
Naravokh of Carraq rises!

No more is he a slave to your wretched mantra!
No more is he a blade to be wielded by your hypocrisy!
No more is he the tool that your Gods intended him to be!

Rejoice, for Naravokh has evolved to become more than your pawn

Should you be strong enough to embrace and tame the Void, you too might even be lucky enough to follow in his footsteps

Begin your hunt, bare your fangs, muster all the strength that your Gods can provide for it will not be enough!

Spoiler: Tags and OOC

IC 'naravokh can take u, believe it! praise the void!'

@PaladinoGui @PuffyPigeon @IreliaRamora

 

[FutureTeller]

"The Hunt beckons," is all the skull-faced Maraya has to offer, a thin shadow casts darkness over her grim expression.

₪ Returning to the forests she calls her own, she makes a pit-stop by the graveyard 'hind Crookback.
₪ If emotions could be made into oceans, her heart was a bleeding sea of sorrow.
₪ If emotions had names even when they blend, she was whatever grief and anger makes.

₪ Stones are stacked and ivies are grown, making something only she knows to be a grave.
₪ It is not Naravan whom she grieves today, she will not grieve for what was once a fellow problem.

₪ To whom this show of dedication goes, is one dearly beloved, Llewyn Omaberos. (@Rowet)

 

[Rowet]

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To whomever reads,​

When I heard of my twin brother willingly turning his back on his family & friends, to the life & vices of a Kathar, I didn't believe it. I had faith in him that he wouldn't stoop to the antithesis of our Faith, to nothing but a sinful life - that is, until I saw him in the Crookback Borough when I was on the Friendship Bridge - and I knew.

As for the claims that he is not a slave, blade or tool - The heretical Cult of the Body that heeds the call of Carraq has thousands upon thousands of zealots, participating in the so-called 'Game of Blood'. He is now a living blade that serves no one but that Centaur first & foremost, then himself. He will die a needless death to another likeminded zealot like himself. My twin has, effectively, signed his own death certificate.

And I know exactly what he'll say. He'll reassure himself & others that he won't fall. He is too arrogant to realize his own shortcomings. Pride comes before the fall.

It's a shame how my brother has fallen to the temptation of the Flesh Centaur & chooses to be one of thousands upon thousands of pawns of that thing. He will bite the hand that reaches out to him to save him from his own messes now.

As for my brother, which I've dreaded writing this: Goodbye, Naravokh. I've done everything I could, and it wasn't good enough.

Signed,

Countess of Ireavaal in the province of Lorhaus
Matriarch of House Felaadar
Owner of A Minute of Luxury​

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[Winterless]

"Osira of the Void now, is it? Glad to see you've evolved beyond Osira of the Exist, or 'Osira of whoever gets you closer to an artifact'. Can't say I'm surprised about Naravan, though." commented an Aelriggan Knight after reading the proclamation from Osira.