Post by Zombi Rothgar on Dec 15, 2010 19:18:14 GMT -5
A message sent to far-flung corners of the world. It is nailed to a tree by Umbra's moongate, and delivered by bat to the cities of Istas and Vamp's Lair. Somehow, it has also found its way to several orc forts and brigand camps throughout the facets.
Good Souls.
Worship of the Guardian has waned. Awareness of His displeasure has been given to me. My duty is it to renew His faith- but ears to hear in the conquered lands, are there not. Heed what is written.
A place there is where life flourishes still. A garden filled with flowers bursting. To us, in that place His power feels faint, His voice muffled. Diminished are we; weakened. Followers could He have there, if only His majesty were revealed to them.
In times now past, many left our sacred city to go to that place; opening the way for His glory their goal. In the Serpent Lord's garden, a well they did dig. Drew up buckets of power from the hole they bored there, did these ones, but it came not from Him. Idolaters and heretics the well-drinkers became. Gone now is Satamarin. Unable was the false power of the well to sustain them. Those heretics, met they have the fate they did earn.
But another path there is to power in that place. A path true and faithful to Him. Death is the door. The door can I build. But locked is the door. Faith in seeing the door's completion, do I have. But to be opening it, needing I am a key.
Know, I do, what is this key; knowing also am I how to be made, it is. To be building it, needed are magi and necromancers. A material, too, of it many pieces. Know, do I, where found this thing can be- pieces needed by me, and others many. What remains may you keep for yourself. Enough reason to give thy aid is that.
Hesitate not to perform this task for Him. Heard have I His spoken word: mortal minions, servants of His servant, war will they be waging soon. Away from our work will watchful eyes turn while they do battle. Be unseen, you will, by the breathing ones that shelter you. This boon He grants thee.
Abandon Honor in the untamed lands. Turn thy back and leave it behind. There will I await thee on the first nights of war.
Good Souls.
Worship of the Guardian has waned. Awareness of His displeasure has been given to me. My duty is it to renew His faith- but ears to hear in the conquered lands, are there not. Heed what is written.
A place there is where life flourishes still. A garden filled with flowers bursting. To us, in that place His power feels faint, His voice muffled. Diminished are we; weakened. Followers could He have there, if only His majesty were revealed to them.
In times now past, many left our sacred city to go to that place; opening the way for His glory their goal. In the Serpent Lord's garden, a well they did dig. Drew up buckets of power from the hole they bored there, did these ones, but it came not from Him. Idolaters and heretics the well-drinkers became. Gone now is Satamarin. Unable was the false power of the well to sustain them. Those heretics, met they have the fate they did earn.
But another path there is to power in that place. A path true and faithful to Him. Death is the door. The door can I build. But locked is the door. Faith in seeing the door's completion, do I have. But to be opening it, needing I am a key.
Know, I do, what is this key; knowing also am I how to be made, it is. To be building it, needed are magi and necromancers. A material, too, of it many pieces. Know, do I, where found this thing can be- pieces needed by me, and others many. What remains may you keep for yourself. Enough reason to give thy aid is that.
Hesitate not to perform this task for Him. Heard have I His spoken word: mortal minions, servants of His servant, war will they be waging soon. Away from our work will watchful eyes turn while they do battle. Be unseen, you will, by the breathing ones that shelter you. This boon He grants thee.
Abandon Honor in the untamed lands. Turn thy back and leave it behind. There will I await thee on the first nights of war.
Know that this is the Will of the Sect of the Undead of the Guardian.