Thy Kingdom Come

[Nerdlord57]

Brilliance was always prone to cast shadow, even in triumphant victory. No light, no blaze brought forth by any of mortality, could prevent casting such darkness into the world. In those casted shadows, pairs of eyes would look out into the world..

Foul wings taking flight upon distorted bodies, impish feathered creatures with aspects of an owl moving just as the summoned beasts of Zel'Ria did. Horrible croaking hoots followed in the wake of their deteriorating forms as another voice called out, not of these conjured occult beasts- but of their summoner. As the voice of the Prophet spoke forth, a putrid and false-gold ichor began to spill down from the eyes of the assorted Imps. The message was always the same..

"Speak out the name of your false divinity, pray to their name and pray for -hope-, for a BETTER TOMORROW! Feed, that which festers with Change. Arise from your period of stagnancy and strive all you wish to slay evil and make your lands better than you left it.

Change, little mortal. Set upon our most blessed hides the vitriol and the holy radiance you wish to call to bring us to ruin. Bring forth agony! Bring forth strife!

The Apostles of Change will be all the stronger for it, you have decided to take up action far- far too late.

The will of the Most High has been made manifest and all of Meranthe shall partake in this Era of Change. Sing praises and give your thanks unto the most hallow name of Na'Ria, for it is the Ascendant that has given unto you these reasons to fight. To adapt.

Let  not the words of mortals harry you or strike fear into your hears, kin, kindred, and Aspirants alike. Rejoice in the bloodshed and pain to come- and bask in the opportunity to become more than you ever thought possible. Tear the limitations set forth by the false divinities asunder and answer the call to Change.

ASCENSION AWAITS, BENEATH THE GAZE OF TRUE DIVINITY!

Pandemonium regnat Na'Riai vitae."

Of course after such a message was given, that false-gold ichor would rupture forth from tears in the vessel of each impish owl-thing. Such temporary and occultic things erupting in a foul explosion as many magi have seen on battlefields before. Who would likely give much weight to the words of a raving madman anyhow?