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An announcement, called urgently. Word from the Oracle to gather, to hear her speech-- so rapid is its' assembly that there is naught but murmuring as towards the topic of it all. It is but a few hours after the call, that she makes her appearance-- offering yet another of her growingly more common speeches.
Her voice is thunderous, filled with conviction and wroth and fury, as she renders forth her proclamation.
Quote:"One of mine has had their sight taken by one of yours. You proclaim that you will 'raze our blasphemous city to the ground', that you are righteous."
"Hear me, now. And hear the truth. Listen to the so-called virtue of those who would proclaim themselves righteous. See the heirs of Dawnstone in all their glory, repeating the mistakes of the past-- falling to darkness and serving the forces of despair."
"Vokel Hiraeth. Son of Evate Hiraeth, under the guise of Vosa Liadan. I name you as you are-- agent of the coven of Denath. I have torn the memories from the mind of one of your contemporaries, and I know your sins. When you were named Speaker, you dragged Lucky to your master, Melione Hiraeth, and gave him a choice-- sign the contract that ensured he would never aid in the removal of you and yours, thus ceasing to be a cambion, or die. You infiltrated Aegis, acting the penitent, manipulating them to push forward the agenda of your coven. You attempted to assume complete control of Prospera, that it may be a bed for your covens' actions. Sabathiel refused to investigate you-- proclaimed that your fantasia addiction was the product of your environment in Prospera. I dare not imply him a knowing accomplice, but I know that I told him of what you are personally after you were captured by Aphrosi forces, after a Nethradin named you as a witch. How hilarious, that it was the other way around-- that you introduced the drug to the city, not they to you. That you were the black seed that saw it begin to fester unto something evil. You now move on to the Dragon's Nest, to work your masters' will there. This, I know, oh, this, this, I know."
"I name you as you are, witch impenitent, and on my honor, you will face justice for what you are. You will be naught but ash."
"Arnet Dawnseeker, knowing aide. You are aware fully of what he is. He has told you. This, I know, oh, this, this, I know. You and your children know exactly what darkness festers within your halls. You know full well who he is, what he is, and what he serves. You, who fought against the madness of your brother, build a haven for a different force of darkness on the grave of the kingdom he destroyed. Your children, as well, are fully aware of his status as a warlock, and yet have the audacity to defend him and proclaim our realm blasphemous as they assault our people in the wilds. They declare themselves righteous, as they knowingly protect a witch impenitent, who refused to be tested by Azalea alongside the likes of Katrina and Kassius-- also members of the same coven."
If you have any honor, you will render Vokel unto my flame or Eivor's axe for immediate execution. I am no longer accepting half-measures. I am no longer willing to negotiate with active aides of darkness and death. If you do not? If you continue to defend this agent of greed? You will announce to the whole world just what you value."
"And you will find my answer in kind."
And with that, the Oracle departs, her decree heard by all. It would seem she is not overly happy, to say the least.