07-28-2023, 09:52 PM
The First of the Oath; Protect Humanity.
"I never thought my death would come so soon, twenty-three years and my neck is already facing the edge of another sword. I would have wished for my Sword to reach the hands of my Master Jokul, I would have wished to have children and encourage them to inherit all that I have. My last wish. But they want me asleep now, and others will allow it."
"I would have wished to do justice for those who could not, for those whose name was sullied in the face of the evil of others. Phosphorescent Hope. That was the name of your sword, I remember when I was still twelve and we had that conversation in Meranthe. I told you that I would inherit my father's sword, but that I would also take yours. Laughing, I never believed that you would die. You were invincible in my eyes. Elvyn Olbrante, my old Master, I fought the foul wielder of your sword of Hope and defeated him on two separate occasions. I would have wished to take that sword and pass it on to your children. I defeated the one who murdered you, Elvyn, I always tried to keep your pure soul untainted even after your death. May you rest in peace old Master."
"Lauric, the last of the Caewynn sons, you were always soiled by your father's disappearance and death. I knew that the days abandoned, waiting for your father, turned into weeks. And then the weeks turned into months, waiting lying in your bed. In the secluded hut of the nations where you lived. And the months turned into years. When I met you you were a thief, you were about to join the dark side. You spit on the queen and lost your vocal cords for it. You were always one of my best friends when I realized that your heart was pure like no other, that you would lay down your life for those with you. I had to subdue you at Dal'Thala, capturing you under Vesryn's orders, you lost a wing for that. Such a severe wound. And yet you still considered me your friend, you found hope where there was none, you stood by me when I was relieved of my position as Commander and you did not falter in any of your words. In all of Meranthe there is no one more true to himself than you, Lauric. You lost a wing as a severe wound, you had your vocal cords severed for spitting at the Queen. And look at you, even that day, you insulted the whole nation again. The only real."
"Edward Aubreen, even without any special power you knew how to rise to the pinnacle of power. You think you have been left behind by my improvement, but what you don't understand is that you were the rival of a divine power. Not even the Leaders of all nations could have matched the strength we carried, I trusted that you could be my right hand for the conquest of Meranthe but you will know that those words never reached you at last."
"My Master Jokul, the Emperor, you already received my letter but I still don't know how to thank you. You became a father figure to me after my Father Lavain retired to Aen, to whom I send letters whenever I can. You chose me to be the one to defeat Lyseroth, even as his forces rose as Primordial you whispered to me. You told me you wanted me to fight alongside you, as Master and Student. I told you I would not abandon my group. It seems there was a time when I wanted to be like you, people told me I was too arrogant, you told me so. In recent times I started to believe it, I became blinded by never losing a battle beyond Xarxes. I wanted to follow your legacy, conquer Meranthe once more and put my banner on all nations. You always knew that I never considered myself a hero, but you also knew that I wanted to wipe out Sheol and Skarnfel completely. Some of you may have heard my words, in a world so impure and foul, I sought to eradicate all evil and then disappear from Meranthe. I guess I disappeared too soon."
"Palade Avincus, I always told you, you are my Hope since I was born until I died. I won't forget the days when you were filled with depression, traumas, when I tried to bring you out of it. Even though everyone considers me the Champion and Favorite of Pylae after I proclaimed myself, I also started to believe that you were really the Favorite of Pylae. I've already told you everything in another letter, just... sorry for leaving you the Enclave alone. Even though it was my idea to conquer it, I'm sorry for tying you to something you accepted because of my words. All credit to you..."
"I had so many goals at my young age, I always wanted to help others. I would have wished to take back the Sword of Elvyn Olbrante and inherit it to his children, even though that was my inheritance since I was a child. I would have wished to take the Glaive from Almaria to inherit it to the best candidate, I always knew she had little time to do so. I would have wished to retrieve the Hammer of Taglia Djulkorren from the hands of the Golden Horde, despite all the effort I made. I was going to make the final strike, sorry Sredras for not following through. I fought Mariona and defeated her, almost captured her under my Sword and took the weapon of Varrach. I hope and pray they don't revive him. I would have wished to wear the Heir of Authority as my Master wore his Crown of Vdalion. That was to be my representative object when I began my conquest..."
"This was my justice. I never collaborated with criminals nor was I going to, I turned the majority of Meranthe nations against me. I called each of the leaders of Meranthe to account for their crimes, even though others I had not seen to tell them.
Kure Avincus, Warrior of the Sun. Or another dead."
The signature did not appear to be written in the same handwriting, it did not appear to be part of Kure's handwriting.
...
"I never thought my death would come so soon, twenty-three years and my neck is already facing the edge of another sword. I would have wished for my Sword to reach the hands of my Master Jokul, I would have wished to have children and encourage them to inherit all that I have. My last wish. But they want me asleep now, and others will allow it."
...
"I would have wished to do justice for those who could not, for those whose name was sullied in the face of the evil of others. Phosphorescent Hope. That was the name of your sword, I remember when I was still twelve and we had that conversation in Meranthe. I told you that I would inherit my father's sword, but that I would also take yours. Laughing, I never believed that you would die. You were invincible in my eyes. Elvyn Olbrante, my old Master, I fought the foul wielder of your sword of Hope and defeated him on two separate occasions. I would have wished to take that sword and pass it on to your children. I defeated the one who murdered you, Elvyn, I always tried to keep your pure soul untainted even after your death. May you rest in peace old Master."
...
"Lauric, the last of the Caewynn sons, you were always soiled by your father's disappearance and death. I knew that the days abandoned, waiting for your father, turned into weeks. And then the weeks turned into months, waiting lying in your bed. In the secluded hut of the nations where you lived. And the months turned into years. When I met you you were a thief, you were about to join the dark side. You spit on the queen and lost your vocal cords for it. You were always one of my best friends when I realized that your heart was pure like no other, that you would lay down your life for those with you. I had to subdue you at Dal'Thala, capturing you under Vesryn's orders, you lost a wing for that. Such a severe wound. And yet you still considered me your friend, you found hope where there was none, you stood by me when I was relieved of my position as Commander and you did not falter in any of your words. In all of Meranthe there is no one more true to himself than you, Lauric. You lost a wing as a severe wound, you had your vocal cords severed for spitting at the Queen. And look at you, even that day, you insulted the whole nation again. The only real."
...
"Edward Aubreen, even without any special power you knew how to rise to the pinnacle of power. You think you have been left behind by my improvement, but what you don't understand is that you were the rival of a divine power. Not even the Leaders of all nations could have matched the strength we carried, I trusted that you could be my right hand for the conquest of Meranthe but you will know that those words never reached you at last."
...
"My Master Jokul, the Emperor, you already received my letter but I still don't know how to thank you. You became a father figure to me after my Father Lavain retired to Aen, to whom I send letters whenever I can. You chose me to be the one to defeat Lyseroth, even as his forces rose as Primordial you whispered to me. You told me you wanted me to fight alongside you, as Master and Student. I told you I would not abandon my group. It seems there was a time when I wanted to be like you, people told me I was too arrogant, you told me so. In recent times I started to believe it, I became blinded by never losing a battle beyond Xarxes. I wanted to follow your legacy, conquer Meranthe once more and put my banner on all nations. You always knew that I never considered myself a hero, but you also knew that I wanted to wipe out Sheol and Skarnfel completely. Some of you may have heard my words, in a world so impure and foul, I sought to eradicate all evil and then disappear from Meranthe. I guess I disappeared too soon."
...
"Palade Avincus, I always told you, you are my Hope since I was born until I died. I won't forget the days when you were filled with depression, traumas, when I tried to bring you out of it. Even though everyone considers me the Champion and Favorite of Pylae after I proclaimed myself, I also started to believe that you were really the Favorite of Pylae. I've already told you everything in another letter, just... sorry for leaving you the Enclave alone. Even though it was my idea to conquer it, I'm sorry for tying you to something you accepted because of my words. All credit to you..."
...
"I had so many goals at my young age, I always wanted to help others. I would have wished to take back the Sword of Elvyn Olbrante and inherit it to his children, even though that was my inheritance since I was a child. I would have wished to take the Glaive from Almaria to inherit it to the best candidate, I always knew she had little time to do so. I would have wished to retrieve the Hammer of Taglia Djulkorren from the hands of the Golden Horde, despite all the effort I made. I was going to make the final strike, sorry Sredras for not following through. I fought Mariona and defeated her, almost captured her under my Sword and took the weapon of Varrach. I hope and pray they don't revive him. I would have wished to wear the Heir of Authority as my Master wore his Crown of Vdalion. That was to be my representative object when I began my conquest..."
...
"This was my justice. I never collaborated with criminals nor was I going to, I turned the majority of Meranthe nations against me. I called each of the leaders of Meranthe to account for their crimes, even though others I had not seen to tell them.
Kure Avincus, Warrior of the Sun. Or another dead."
The signature did not appear to be written in the same handwriting, it did not appear to be part of Kure's handwriting.