Auberon Muircetach

Former King of the Aen Elle

[auberon-offical]

I am Auberon Muircetach, former King of the Aen Elle. I was resurrected, but have now disappeared. Permanently? Possibly.

@no-one-offical @salamander-offical @retiredsupremeleader-offical @joseph-stalin-offical @an-evil-pineapple-offical

[ask-the-witcher-characters]

Hey aen assholes!! Chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry?

Preparing to treat us something delicious? Strawberry.

Chocolate. 

Chocolate… dh’oine. 

Imlerith. Ehem! Vanilla, I mean. 

Hmm. Vanilla. 

Strawberry. 

So what’s this? Favorite condom flavor or – 

CIR!! Manners!

[laughs] You’re amusing… Zireael. 

Stop saying my name in a creepy manner. 

[zeta-finnish]

Notes game, renewed.

Fuck, i'm bringing it back.

spam all you want, i don't really care.

White/Black means not completed Red means i'm doing it Blue means i'm procrastinating Green means complete

10 notes: Doin my homework/whatever i have to do.

100 notes: I draw very bad art for you fucks

200 notes: I give y'all sketches

250 notes: I'll finish my current art completely.

300 notes: I'll finish all the silly dances this week.

400 notes: I'll do more funny and goofy @satan-offical arts.

500 notes: I'll sing a song for y'all

600 notes: I draw Zeno (The Trickster in a past life)

750 notes: I'll draw a gremlin.

900 notes: I'll draw Alos and Zeno together. The married couple all happy n' shit.

1000 notes: I'll draw pure forms for Alos and Zeno (will give context if this is reached-)

1250 notes: I'll start making a while 2 minute-long animation (that might kill me, but no pain no gain-)

1500 notes: (This one's specifically to Reaperverse) I'll draw the entire Reaperverse as if in a family photo.

3000 notes (very unlikely): A special drawing.

now, tagging people i guess: @the-one-and-only-piper-offical, @the-grim-reaper-offical, @blood-god-offical @coffee--spill @astracaedes @ashyd-shy @dadaromance-azii @eredin-offical @burning-britain-official @fay-offical @timekeeper-offical @scarlet-loves-you @nug-offical @definitely-not-ao3-offical @tum-blr-offical @th3b3autyofth3y3llowflow3rs

Go, spread this shit, i'm fucking tired.

[auberon-offical]

The King is Dead.

I, Auberon Muircetach, am bringing you this message. Eredin Bréacc Glas, King of the Officalverse, has been killed in battle by @evilpineapple-offical and @someone-official. @breadcrumb-offical is the new king. I suppose you should bow down to him, though I do not entirely approve of Eredin's choice for a successor. Nevertheless, you are safe. The Wild Hunt will not be bothering the Officalverse for a while. On the White Frost side of things, it has fortunately been stopped by Zireael. Everything should be back to normal now. Thank you for listening to my message, and farewell.

@salamander-offical @burning-britain-official @fay-offical @imightbeafaerie-official-offical @an-angel-offical @joseph-stalin-offical @hitman-offical @isopod-offical @envy-offical @fourth-wall-break-offical @finland-offical @no-one-offical

[eredin-offical]

Tedd Deireádh, The Final Age

A gust of strong, cold wind passes by you. Something doesn't feel right. But the King was. A familiar longship, The Naglfar, crosses the land as a massive shadow covers you. An enormous, white circular portal opens right in front of the sun. One snowflake, two, three, and suddenly millions fall from the dark, cloudy sky, causing the ground to be completely covered in snow. The buildings of the Officalverse crumble- ice shards shoot everywhere, as icicles begin forming on the roof and walls. Everything is buried in snow, and the temperature is far below zero. Nothing, not even heat can prevent this. The Kremlin almost falls to the ground, the TAR Headquarters is drenched in snow... All while Eredin Bréacc Glas flees this world on his ship. @someone-official, this is your chance. It's time to end this. For all of us.

@evilpineapple-offical @breadcrumb-offical @salamander-offical @breadcrumb-offical @supervillain-offical @an-angel-offical @burning-britain-official @seraphim-offical @hitman-offical @joseph-stalin-offical @mental-illness-offical @fourth-wall-break-offical @imightbeafaerie-official-offical @timekeeper-offical @fay-offical @nonsense-offical @envy-offical

[eredin-offical]

*The Naglfar is now halfway through the portal, you need to move quickly. Eredin's warriors surround you, and the King teleports behind Evil Pineapple first and attempts to slash your back. In front of Someone, Eredin tries to stab his neck*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

The sword slides off the seraphim metal chainmail. Someone uses this time to pull out what was in the box. A bright blue flame.

It dances wildly, hungry. In Someone's hands, it slowly shifts from an electric blue to a conventional orange/red. That does not change what it is. It is the fire capable of hurting this ship, keeping Eredin tethered here.

Any last words?

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he reacts fast enough to deflect Eredin’s sword with the armour on his wrist (he reached his wrist up there dw abt it). Upon seeing the fire, he flinches away slightly, but stops himself before anyone notices*

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

*He looks at the fire, then back at you both*

Is this your last resort? Is there nothing left to fight for except a dying sun?

*The warriors swing their swords at the both of you simultaneously*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone slams the fire into the ground, igniting it upon the floorboards. The force knocked the warriors back, but Someone, born of the flames, is not effected.

Don't you see, Eredin? You aren't leaving now. Face the music. Face the Frost.

The fire begins to pick up.

[eredin-offical]

*He attempts to freeze the fire, but the ice melts immediately*

Spectral fire... I should've known.

*He charges toward you, attempting to drive his sword into your chest once again*

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he jumps in the way, his armour stopping your sword with no struggle*

You will die here.

*he began flaming again, the fire spreading everywhere someone’s fire hadn’t*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone waves his hand and the fire obeys, slamming into Eredin.

I'm am the beast born of flame and scales, a creature crawled from the worst of the hells.

You may have the physical advantage, Eredin. But, when fire burns, it bends to my will and mine alone.

That is the thing with fire.

[eredin-offical]

*The fire restricts Eredin's movement for a few seconds, as it melts one of the spikes on the right side of his helmet*

You will not survive this either.

*He teleports on the top deck, attempting to speed up the Naglfar as it burns down and the armor coating melts and chips away*

[someone-official]

There is only one way I am dying, Eredin! It's when I cut my own goddamn head off.

Someone grows the fire, spreading it faster and larger.

He moves through the fire, standing behind Eredin.

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he teleports after them, before wincing as the fire burns him. He’s only immune to his own flames. Still, he refuses to run*

Let me kill him

*his voice is quiet, but it is strong*

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

*Eredin is attempting to slice off Someone's head*

[someone-official]

Someone tries to grab the sword with his claws, getting them cut up a bit.

I won't die to you.

[eredin-offical]

Lies.

*Eredin pushes harder, the sword slowly creeping closer to your head*

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he dashes forwards, barrelling into Eredin and knocking him to the side, away from someone*

@someone-official

[eredin-offical]

*Eredin tumbles into the spectral fire, and a large explosion occurs*

*The center of Eredin's chest armor seems to be completely melted off, exposing the skin underneath. His armor also appears to be scorched black, as there are many visible burn marks on his exposed skin, specifically in the melted areas of his armor*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

He is gripping his hand as he walks next to Evil Pineapple. He used a lot of energy on the fire, so his hand hasn't healed yet.

You should be the one to kill him. He wronged you the most. But please, allow me to provide thy blade.

He bends on one knee, presenting Evil Pineapple with a sharp dagger, the handle a shiny, metallic snake with a ruby as one eye and an emerald as the other.

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he takes it, nodding in thanks, before walking towards Eredin*

Oh, Eredin…

*he shoves him down while he’s weakened*

Any last words?

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

You should be ashamed of yourself. You need another imbecile to kill me? Pathetic.

*Suddenly, he disappears in a white, frosty mist, and reappears behind you, lodging Hav'caaren into your back*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone takes yet another dagger, he has hundreds, and slices both of Eredin's hamstrings from behind, rendering him immobile.

You deserve no final words, no final actions. You have caused enough death and plague to wreak these lands. Bow before the person you wronged most and watch as he plunges the blade of the serpentine into your heart.

You have been playing chess, Eredin. But, me and Evil Pineapple here have just got the checkmate.

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he forces Eredin to the ground, wrapping his fingers around his neck, pushing*

You deserve no quick death.

*he stabs the dagger into his chest, but not deep enough to kill*

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

*As the dagger plunges into his chest, Eredin's gauntlet forcefully presses against your throat. He is covered in blood, but still manages to stand up while choking and lifting you in the air*

*Hav'caaren is in the other hand, and he is about to stab it into your chest*

Look upon your king, dh'oine. Your lineage ends here.

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone runs for Hav'caaren, trying to drag any more power in him to send the flames onto the hammer to stop Eredin.

@evilpineapple-offical

[eredin-offical]

*The tip of Hav'caaren begins to pierce Evil Pineapple's chest*

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*a slow smile starts to spread across his face*

Go ahead. Do it.

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone stops in his tracks. He is captivated by the pain in Evil Pineapple's face.

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

*Eredin doesn't feel right. He lowers the sword, and refuses to stab him. He instead shoves Evil Pineapple to the side, and grabs a special bomb from his belt. It was given by a former ally*

*It disintegrates a body part on impact, and he throws it at Someone*

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

Coward.

*he attempts to stop the bomb by throwing a knife at it, but misses*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone doesn't react in time. His left arm is disintegrated upon contact.

All around you, ungodly hisses and screeches can be heard. Looking at Someone, his flesh seemingly peels back as he tries to cover the wound.

The screeching gets louder as the skin Someone used to hide his true form melts away, revealing a true demon underneath.

KILL THE FUCKER!

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

Ah, a demon? This is getting int-

*Suddenly, we are all interrupted by a massive explosion of spectral fire, causing the Naglfar to be directed off course. Eredin tumbles into the fire, but it clears around him. He is leaning against a scorched wall*

*A portal opens right where the explosion was, as the smell of smoke clogs your nostrils*

*Eredin is wounded very badly now*

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he grips the handle of his sword tight, ready to fight*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Auberon! How is it going, old pal?

He is gripping his arm, which is slowly regrowing.

Took care of that fire, although my arm could use a bit of work...

@eredin-offical

[auberon-offical]

*Auberon walks out, sword in hand*

*Eredin isn't dead, although he does seem to be in pain*

*The fire crackles as Auberon prepares to speak*

Hm, interesting. The downfall of your reign. I knew it would come. I suppose I'm sorry to interrupt your well deserved death, Sparrowhawk. If you even still remember that name.

But I'm afraid I have to speak to the three of you, as much I would like for this battle to conclude.

You are not here to end the king; to dispose of his crown. Nor have you been called here by fate, instincts, or revenge. Although, you have indeed been called. But not by the individual you would prefer it to be. I shall leave it up to you to figure out who sent this calling.

One thing is certain- you have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of war and politics, prophecies and executions.

A labyrinth with no exit. A loop. This loop will continue if you do not change your path. Your avariciousness for a position of power, or even blood, has brought you nowhere but an endless cycle. You chase the cries of your family and friends, but it affects not one thing. They seem to be there, supporting you in every battle, argument… but it is all your imagination.

They're somehow out of reach.

You will never find them. None of you will. Not even you, Eredin, will find new allies and a home for “your” people.

Tedd Deireádh. Your story ends here.

And to you, Someone, my brave savior, who somehow became involved in this mess for an unknown reason… there was a way planned out for you. The fire you bring, the catastrophe you have caused, has finally ended. Although, some fire still burns. And I believe that is what you feel. The flame is still lit inside you, as if you have conquered all but one thing that seems so certain, but at the same time distant and unbeknownst. I feel the need for you to stay. To finish the job.

This ship, king, and army shall not be remembered. Nothing good emerged from these things and people. The agony this instigated can and will be forgotten. As every tragedy should.

And to you monsters, or should I say, servants, trapped in that indestructible armor. Give up your so-called “leader”.

He doesn't love you. He doesn't care about you. He never will.

As for you heroes, Evil Pineapple and Someone, I do believe there is comfort eagerly waiting for you after the smoke clears and the ice melts. You are safe now, Zireael has protected you.

Although, for you, Eredin… there would be nothing that would delight me most but to see you burn in hell as your enemies watch. Not as if your fate has already arrived physically.

*He paces around the area*

@burning-britain-official, if you can hear me, I knew you would be glad. But I also suspected you would return. I am aware I'm foreign to you, but nonetheless, I am sorry. I'm sorry that nobody could save you from the horrors of the Hunt except your “friends” who were never really there. They stalked you, followed you. And there is guilt in my heart for you. I wish I could've protected you when your life was going to be dishonorably taken.

And then, what became of you? A rebellion was set against Sparrowhawk, though the outcome was much different than what you expected. It crumbled. Just as I thought it would. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now.

It is time to rest. To forget the horrors. To chat with friends and have a good time. Although, I suppose these horrors will return. You are safe. For now.

But otherwise, I would prefer this ended.

For all of us.

@evilpineapple-offical @someone-official

[someone-official]

Do it, Evil Pineapple. End him.

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

I would love to.

*he walked over to Eredin and, without hesitation, plunged his sword into his chest*

Goodbye, old friend.

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

*Eredin's faceplate was also knocked off during the explosion, and he smirks after being stabbed. His head tilts to the side, eventually his face becomes nothing but a static image- the same dull expression as before. Blood pours from his mouth, and Hav'caaren drops to the ground, the metal clanging against the floorboards*

*Auberon gestures for you to follow through into a portal, just in time before the Naglfar crashes into the side of a mountain, causing the biggest explosion you've ever seen*

@someone-official

[salamander-offical]

[On the other side of the portal awaits an odd sight. Salamander, in a form closer to human then he has ever taken, waits in the air, his back to the portal. Humanoid in shape, his skin is mottled: black, yellow, and slimy. He hovers above the ground, in thought. He speaks without turning.]

the deed is done, salamander takes it?

@evilpineapple-offical @someone-official @auberon-offical

[auberon-offical]

Yes, Eredin is dead. What do you want?

*Auberon steps through the portal*

@evilpineapple-offical @someone-official

[salamander-offical]

salamander merely wanted to congratulate you all on a job well done. you have rid us of a nigh existential threat. in fact, salamander is poised to reward you. salamander had, of course, contracted an external force, but you may take the reward in his place.

so. name your price.

@evilpineapple-offical @someone-official

[someone-official]

Could we discuss later?

Someone is breathing heavily, his arm not even halfway healed. He is obviously in pain, an uncomfortable feeling for him. You may notice he has taken a bit of spectral fire in a small cage on his hip.

I need to return home and heal. It won't take but a few hours, I'm sure, but I cannot talk in this state.

With that, a burst of fire erupts around him, consuming him and bringing him back to his cabin.

Mod -

Here you are! The art I made for this fight a few weeks ago! Anyways, Ive gotta go to school, which is why Someone needs a few hours till he can speak to you, Salamander. Thanks for the fight! Ttys

@auberon-offical @evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

Goodbye Someone. You fought well.

OOC:

PEAK

@auberon-offical

[auberon-offical]

Farewell.

[eredin-offical]

Tedd Deireádh, The Final Age

A gust of strong, cold wind passes by you. Something doesn't feel right. But the King was. A familiar longship, The Naglfar, crosses the land as a massive shadow covers you. An enormous, white circular portal opens right in front of the sun. One snowflake, two, three, and suddenly millions fall from the dark, cloudy sky, causing the ground to be completely covered in snow. The buildings of the Officalverse crumble- ice shards shoot everywhere, as icicles begin forming on the roof and walls. Everything is buried in snow, and the temperature is far below zero. Nothing, not even heat can prevent this. The Kremlin almost falls to the ground, the TAR Headquarters is drenched in snow... All while Eredin Bréacc Glas flees this world on his ship. @someone-official, this is your chance. It's time to end this. For all of us.

@evilpineapple-offical @breadcrumb-offical @salamander-offical @breadcrumb-offical @supervillain-offical @an-angel-offical @burning-britain-official @seraphim-offical @hitman-offical @joseph-stalin-offical @mental-illness-offical @fourth-wall-break-offical @imightbeafaerie-official-offical @timekeeper-offical @fay-offical @nonsense-offical @envy-offical

[eredin-offical]

*The Naglfar is now halfway through the portal, you need to move quickly. Eredin's warriors surround you, and the King teleports behind Evil Pineapple first and attempts to slash your back. In front of Someone, Eredin tries to stab his neck*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

The sword slides off the seraphim metal chainmail. Someone uses this time to pull out what was in the box. A bright blue flame.

It dances wildly, hungry. In Someone's hands, it slowly shifts from an electric blue to a conventional orange/red. That does not change what it is. It is the fire capable of hurting this ship, keeping Eredin tethered here.

Any last words?

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he reacts fast enough to deflect Eredin’s sword with the armour on his wrist (he reached his wrist up there dw abt it). Upon seeing the fire, he flinches away slightly, but stops himself before anyone notices*

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

*He looks at the fire, then back at you both*

Is this your last resort? Is there nothing left to fight for except a dying sun?

*The warriors swing their swords at the both of you simultaneously*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone slams the fire into the ground, igniting it upon the floorboards. The force knocked the warriors back, but Someone, born of the flames, is not effected.

Don't you see, Eredin? You aren't leaving now. Face the music. Face the Frost.

The fire begins to pick up.

[eredin-offical]

*He attempts to freeze the fire, but the ice melts immediately*

Spectral fire... I should've known.

*He charges toward you, attempting to drive his sword into your chest once again*

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he jumps in the way, his armour stopping your sword with no struggle*

You will die here.

*he began flaming again, the fire spreading everywhere someone’s fire hadn’t*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone waves his hand and the fire obeys, slamming into Eredin.

I'm am the beast born of flame and scales, a creature crawled from the worst of the hells.

You may have the physical advantage, Eredin. But, when fire burns, it bends to my will and mine alone.

That is the thing with fire.

[eredin-offical]

*The fire restricts Eredin's movement for a few seconds, as it melts one of the spikes on the right side of his helmet*

You will not survive this either.

*He teleports on the top deck, attempting to speed up the Naglfar as it burns down and the armor coating melts and chips away*

[someone-official]

There is only one way I am dying, Eredin! It's when I cut my own goddamn head off.

Someone grows the fire, spreading it faster and larger.

He moves through the fire, standing behind Eredin.

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he teleports after them, before wincing as the fire burns him. He’s only immune to his own flames. Still, he refuses to run*

Let me kill him

*his voice is quiet, but it is strong*

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

*Eredin is attempting to slice off Someone's head*

[someone-official]

Someone tries to grab the sword with his claws, getting them cut up a bit.

I won't die to you.

[eredin-offical]

Lies.

*Eredin pushes harder, the sword slowly creeping closer to your head*

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he dashes forwards, barrelling into Eredin and knocking him to the side, away from someone*

@someone-official

[eredin-offical]

*Eredin tumbles into the spectral fire, and a large explosion occurs*

*The center of Eredin's chest armor seems to be completely melted off, exposing the skin underneath. His armor also appears to be scorched black, as there are many visible burn marks on his exposed skin, specifically in the melted areas of his armor*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

He is gripping his hand as he walks next to Evil Pineapple. He used a lot of energy on the fire, so his hand hasn't healed yet.

You should be the one to kill him. He wronged you the most. But please, allow me to provide thy blade.

He bends on one knee, presenting Evil Pineapple with a sharp dagger, the handle a shiny, metallic snake with a ruby as one eye and an emerald as the other.

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he takes it, nodding in thanks, before walking towards Eredin*

Oh, Eredin…

*he shoves him down while he’s weakened*

Any last words?

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

You should be ashamed of yourself. You need another imbecile to kill me? Pathetic.

*Suddenly, he disappears in a white, frosty mist, and reappears behind you, lodging Hav'caaren into your back*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone takes yet another dagger, he has hundreds, and slices both of Eredin's hamstrings from behind, rendering him immobile.

You deserve no final words, no final actions. You have caused enough death and plague to wreak these lands. Bow before the person you wronged most and watch as he plunges the blade of the serpentine into your heart.

You have been playing chess, Eredin. But, me and Evil Pineapple here have just got the checkmate.

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he forces Eredin to the ground, wrapping his fingers around his neck, pushing*

You deserve no quick death.

*he stabs the dagger into his chest, but not deep enough to kill*

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

*As the dagger plunges into his chest, Eredin's gauntlet forcefully presses against your throat. He is covered in blood, but still manages to stand up while choking and lifting you in the air*

*Hav'caaren is in the other hand, and he is about to stab it into your chest*

Look upon your king, dh'oine. Your lineage ends here.

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone runs for Hav'caaren, trying to drag any more power in him to send the flames onto the hammer to stop Eredin.

@evilpineapple-offical

[eredin-offical]

*The tip of Hav'caaren begins to pierce Evil Pineapple's chest*

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*a slow smile starts to spread across his face*

Go ahead. Do it.

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone stops in his tracks. He is captivated by the pain in Evil Pineapple's face.

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

*Eredin doesn't feel right. He lowers the sword, and refuses to stab him. He instead shoves Evil Pineapple to the side, and grabs a special bomb from his belt. It was given by a former ally*

*It disintegrates a body part on impact, and he throws it at Someone*

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

Coward.

*he attempts to stop the bomb by throwing a knife at it, but misses*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone doesn't react in time. His left arm is disintegrated upon contact.

All around you, ungodly hisses and screeches can be heard. Looking at Someone, his flesh seemingly peels back as he tries to cover the wound.

The screeching gets louder as the skin Someone used to hide his true form melts away, revealing a true demon underneath.

KILL THE FUCKER!

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

Ah, a demon? This is getting int-

*Suddenly, we are all interrupted by a massive explosion of spectral fire, causing the Naglfar to be directed off course. Eredin tumbles into the fire, but it clears around him. He is leaning against a scorched wall*

*A portal opens right where the explosion was, as the smell of smoke clogs your nostrils*

*Eredin is wounded very badly now*

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he grips the handle of his sword tight, ready to fight*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Auberon! How is it going, old pal?

He is gripping his arm, which is slowly regrowing.

Took care of that fire, although my arm could use a bit of work...

@eredin-offical

[auberon-offical]

*Auberon walks out, sword in hand*

*Eredin isn't dead, although he does seem to be in pain*

*The fire crackles as Auberon prepares to speak*

Hm, interesting. The downfall of your reign. I knew it would come. I suppose I'm sorry to interrupt your well deserved death, Sparrowhawk. If you even still remember that name.

But I'm afraid I have to speak to the three of you, as much I would like for this battle to conclude.

You are not here to end the king; to dispose of his crown. Nor have you been called here by fate, instincts, or revenge. Although, you have indeed been called. But not by the individual you would prefer it to be. I shall leave it up to you to figure out who sent this calling.

One thing is certain- you have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of war and politics, prophecies and executions.

A labyrinth with no exit. A loop. This loop will continue if you do not change your path. Your avariciousness for a position of power, or even blood, has brought you nowhere but an endless cycle. You chase the cries of your family and friends, but it affects not one thing. They seem to be there, supporting you in every battle, argument… but it is all your imagination.

They're somehow out of reach.

You will never find them. None of you will. Not even you, Eredin, will find new allies and a home for “your” people.

Tedd Deireádh. Your story ends here.

And to you, Someone, my brave savior, who somehow became involved in this mess for an unknown reason… there was a way planned out for you. The fire you bring, the catastrophe you have caused, has finally ended. Although, some fire still burns. And I believe that is what you feel. The flame is still lit inside you, as if you have conquered all but one thing that seems so certain, but at the same time distant and unbeknownst. I feel the need for you to stay. To finish the job.

This ship, king, and army shall not be remembered. Nothing good emerged from these things and people. The agony this instigated can and will be forgotten. As every tragedy should.

And to you monsters, or should I say, servants, trapped in that indestructible armor. Give up your so-called “leader”.

He doesn't love you. He doesn't care about you. He never will.

As for you heroes, Evil Pineapple and Someone, I do believe there is comfort eagerly waiting for you after the smoke clears and the ice melts. You are safe now, Zireael has protected you.

Although, for you, Eredin… there would be nothing that would delight me most but to see you burn in hell as your enemies watch. Not as if your fate has already arrived physically.

*He paces around the area*

@burning-britain-official, if you can hear me, I knew you would be glad. But I also suspected you would return. I am aware I'm foreign to you, but nonetheless, I am sorry. I'm sorry that nobody could save you from the horrors of the Hunt except your “friends” who were never really there. They stalked you, followed you. And there is guilt in my heart for you. I wish I could've protected you when your life was going to be dishonorably taken.

And then, what became of you? A rebellion was set against Sparrowhawk, though the outcome was much different than what you expected. It crumbled. Just as I thought it would. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now.

It is time to rest. To forget the horrors. To chat with friends and have a good time. Although, I suppose these horrors will return. You are safe. For now.

But otherwise, I would prefer this ended.

For all of us.

@evilpineapple-offical @someone-official

[someone-official]

Do it, Evil Pineapple. End him.

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

I would love to.

*he walked over to Eredin and, without hesitation, plunged his sword into his chest*

Goodbye, old friend.

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

*Eredin's faceplate was also knocked off during the explosion, and he smirks after being stabbed. His head tilts to the side, eventually his face becomes nothing but a static image- the same dull expression as before. Blood pours from his mouth, and Hav'caaren drops to the ground, the metal clanging against the floorboards*

*Auberon gestures for you to follow through into a portal, just in time before the Naglfar crashes into the side of a mountain, causing the biggest explosion you've ever seen*

@someone-official

[salamander-offical]

[On the other side of the portal awaits an odd sight. Salamander, in a form closer to human then he has ever taken, waits in the air, his back to the portal. Humanoid in shape, his skin is mottled: black, yellow, and slimy. He hovers above the ground, in thought. He speaks without turning.]

the deed is done, salamander takes it?

@evilpineapple-offical @someone-official @auberon-offical

[auberon-offical]

Yes, Eredin is dead. What do you want?

*Auberon steps through the portal*

@evilpineapple-offical @someone-official

[salamander-offical]

salamander merely wanted to congratulate you all on a job well done. you have rid us of a nigh existential threat. in fact, salamander is poised to reward you. salamander had, of course, contracted an external force, but you may take the reward in his place.

so. name your price.

@evilpineapple-offical @someone-official

[auberon-offical]

I didn't do anything. These heroes deserve the money; the amount I believe they should receive is three thousand.

[eredin-offical]

Tedd Deireádh, The Final Age

A gust of strong, cold wind passes by you. Something doesn't feel right. But the King was. A familiar longship, The Naglfar, crosses the land as a massive shadow covers you. An enormous, white circular portal opens right in front of the sun. One snowflake, two, three, and suddenly millions fall from the dark, cloudy sky, causing the ground to be completely covered in snow. The buildings of the Officalverse crumble- ice shards shoot everywhere, as icicles begin forming on the roof and walls. Everything is buried in snow, and the temperature is far below zero. Nothing, not even heat can prevent this. The Kremlin almost falls to the ground, the TAR Headquarters is drenched in snow... All while Eredin Bréacc Glas flees this world on his ship. @someone-official, this is your chance. It's time to end this. For all of us.

@evilpineapple-offical @breadcrumb-offical @salamander-offical @breadcrumb-offical @supervillain-offical @an-angel-offical @burning-britain-official @seraphim-offical @hitman-offical @joseph-stalin-offical @mental-illness-offical @fourth-wall-break-offical @imightbeafaerie-official-offical @timekeeper-offical @fay-offical @nonsense-offical @envy-offical

[eredin-offical]

*The Naglfar is now halfway through the portal, you need to move quickly. Eredin's warriors surround you, and the King teleports behind Evil Pineapple first and attempts to slash your back. In front of Someone, Eredin tries to stab his neck*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

The sword slides off the seraphim metal chainmail. Someone uses this time to pull out what was in the box. A bright blue flame.

It dances wildly, hungry. In Someone's hands, it slowly shifts from an electric blue to a conventional orange/red. That does not change what it is. It is the fire capable of hurting this ship, keeping Eredin tethered here.

Any last words?

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he reacts fast enough to deflect Eredin’s sword with the armour on his wrist (he reached his wrist up there dw abt it). Upon seeing the fire, he flinches away slightly, but stops himself before anyone notices*

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

*He looks at the fire, then back at you both*

Is this your last resort? Is there nothing left to fight for except a dying sun?

*The warriors swing their swords at the both of you simultaneously*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone slams the fire into the ground, igniting it upon the floorboards. The force knocked the warriors back, but Someone, born of the flames, is not effected.

Don't you see, Eredin? You aren't leaving now. Face the music. Face the Frost.

The fire begins to pick up.

[eredin-offical]

*He attempts to freeze the fire, but the ice melts immediately*

Spectral fire... I should've known.

*He charges toward you, attempting to drive his sword into your chest once again*

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he jumps in the way, his armour stopping your sword with no struggle*

You will die here.

*he began flaming again, the fire spreading everywhere someone’s fire hadn’t*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone waves his hand and the fire obeys, slamming into Eredin.

I'm am the beast born of flame and scales, a creature crawled from the worst of the hells.

You may have the physical advantage, Eredin. But, when fire burns, it bends to my will and mine alone.

That is the thing with fire.

[eredin-offical]

*The fire restricts Eredin's movement for a few seconds, as it melts one of the spikes on the right side of his helmet*

You will not survive this either.

*He teleports on the top deck, attempting to speed up the Naglfar as it burns down and the armor coating melts and chips away*

[someone-official]

There is only one way I am dying, Eredin! It's when I cut my own goddamn head off.

Someone grows the fire, spreading it faster and larger.

He moves through the fire, standing behind Eredin.

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he teleports after them, before wincing as the fire burns him. He’s only immune to his own flames. Still, he refuses to run*

Let me kill him

*his voice is quiet, but it is strong*

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

*Eredin is attempting to slice off Someone's head*

[someone-official]

Someone tries to grab the sword with his claws, getting them cut up a bit.

I won't die to you.

[eredin-offical]

Lies.

*Eredin pushes harder, the sword slowly creeping closer to your head*

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he dashes forwards, barrelling into Eredin and knocking him to the side, away from someone*

@someone-official

[eredin-offical]

*Eredin tumbles into the spectral fire, and a large explosion occurs*

*The center of Eredin's chest armor seems to be completely melted off, exposing the skin underneath. His armor also appears to be scorched black, as there are many visible burn marks on his exposed skin, specifically in the melted areas of his armor*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

He is gripping his hand as he walks next to Evil Pineapple. He used a lot of energy on the fire, so his hand hasn't healed yet.

You should be the one to kill him. He wronged you the most. But please, allow me to provide thy blade.

He bends on one knee, presenting Evil Pineapple with a sharp dagger, the handle a shiny, metallic snake with a ruby as one eye and an emerald as the other.

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he takes it, nodding in thanks, before walking towards Eredin*

Oh, Eredin…

*he shoves him down while he’s weakened*

Any last words?

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

You should be ashamed of yourself. You need another imbecile to kill me? Pathetic.

*Suddenly, he disappears in a white, frosty mist, and reappears behind you, lodging Hav'caaren into your back*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone takes yet another dagger, he has hundreds, and slices both of Eredin's hamstrings from behind, rendering him immobile.

You deserve no final words, no final actions. You have caused enough death and plague to wreak these lands. Bow before the person you wronged most and watch as he plunges the blade of the serpentine into your heart.

You have been playing chess, Eredin. But, me and Evil Pineapple here have just got the checkmate.

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he forces Eredin to the ground, wrapping his fingers around his neck, pushing*

You deserve no quick death.

*he stabs the dagger into his chest, but not deep enough to kill*

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

*As the dagger plunges into his chest, Eredin's gauntlet forcefully presses against your throat. He is covered in blood, but still manages to stand up while choking and lifting you in the air*

*Hav'caaren is in the other hand, and he is about to stab it into your chest*

Look upon your king, dh'oine. Your lineage ends here.

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone runs for Hav'caaren, trying to drag any more power in him to send the flames onto the hammer to stop Eredin.

@evilpineapple-offical

[eredin-offical]

*The tip of Hav'caaren begins to pierce Evil Pineapple's chest*

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*a slow smile starts to spread across his face*

Go ahead. Do it.

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone stops in his tracks. He is captivated by the pain in Evil Pineapple's face.

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

*Eredin doesn't feel right. He lowers the sword, and refuses to stab him. He instead shoves Evil Pineapple to the side, and grabs a special bomb from his belt. It was given by a former ally*

*It disintegrates a body part on impact, and he throws it at Someone*

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

Coward.

*he attempts to stop the bomb by throwing a knife at it, but misses*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone doesn't react in time. His left arm is disintegrated upon contact.

All around you, ungodly hisses and screeches can be heard. Looking at Someone, his flesh seemingly peels back as he tries to cover the wound.

The screeching gets louder as the skin Someone used to hide his true form melts away, revealing a true demon underneath.

KILL THE FUCKER!

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

Ah, a demon? This is getting int-

*Suddenly, we are all interrupted by a massive explosion of spectral fire, causing the Naglfar to be directed off course. Eredin tumbles into the fire, but it clears around him. He is leaning against a scorched wall*

*A portal opens right where the explosion was, as the smell of smoke clogs your nostrils*

*Eredin is wounded very badly now*

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he grips the handle of his sword tight, ready to fight*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Auberon! How is it going, old pal?

He is gripping his arm, which is slowly regrowing.

Took care of that fire, although my arm could use a bit of work...

@eredin-offical

[auberon-offical]

*Auberon walks out, sword in hand*

*Eredin isn't dead, although he does seem to be in pain*

*The fire crackles as Auberon prepares to speak*

Hm, interesting. The downfall of your reign. I knew it would come. I suppose I'm sorry to interrupt your well deserved death, Sparrowhawk. If you even still remember that name.

But I'm afraid I have to speak to the three of you, as much I would like for this battle to conclude.

You are not here to end the king; to dispose of his crown. Nor have you been called here by fate, instincts, or revenge. Although, you have indeed been called. But not by the individual you would prefer it to be. I shall leave it up to you to figure out who sent this calling.

One thing is certain- you have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of war and politics, prophecies and executions.

A labyrinth with no exit. A loop. This loop will continue if you do not change your path. Your avariciousness for a position of power, or even blood, has brought you nowhere but an endless cycle. You chase the cries of your family and friends, but it affects not one thing. They seem to be there, supporting you in every battle, argument… but it is all your imagination.

They're somehow out of reach.

You will never find them. None of you will. Not even you, Eredin, will find new allies and a home for “your” people.

Tedd Deireádh. Your story ends here.

And to you, Someone, my brave savior, who somehow became involved in this mess for an unknown reason… there was a way planned out for you. The fire you bring, the catastrophe you have caused, has finally ended. Although, some fire still burns. And I believe that is what you feel. The flame is still lit inside you, as if you have conquered all but one thing that seems so certain, but at the same time distant and unbeknownst. I feel the need for you to stay. To finish the job.

This ship, king, and army shall not be remembered. Nothing good emerged from these things and people. The agony this instigated can and will be forgotten. As every tragedy should.

And to you monsters, or should I say, servants, trapped in that indestructible armor. Give up your so-called “leader”.

He doesn't love you. He doesn't care about you. He never will.

As for you heroes, Evil Pineapple and Someone, I do believe there is comfort eagerly waiting for you after the smoke clears and the ice melts. You are safe now, Zireael has protected you.

Although, for you, Eredin… there would be nothing that would delight me most but to see you burn in hell as your enemies watch. Not as if your fate has already arrived physically.

*He paces around the area*

@burning-britain-official, if you can hear me, I knew you would be glad. But I also suspected you would return. I am aware I'm foreign to you, but nonetheless, I am sorry. I'm sorry that nobody could save you from the horrors of the Hunt except your “friends” who were never really there. They stalked you, followed you. And there is guilt in my heart for you. I wish I could've protected you when your life was going to be dishonorably taken.

And then, what became of you? A rebellion was set against Sparrowhawk, though the outcome was much different than what you expected. It crumbled. Just as I thought it would. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now.

It is time to rest. To forget the horrors. To chat with friends and have a good time. Although, I suppose these horrors will return. You are safe. For now.

But otherwise, I would prefer this ended.

For all of us.

@evilpineapple-offical @someone-official

[someone-official]

Do it, Evil Pineapple. End him.

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

I would love to.

*he walked over to Eredin and, without hesitation, plunged his sword into his chest*

Goodbye, old friend.

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

*Eredin's faceplate was also knocked off during the explosion, and he smirks after being stabbed. His head tilts to the side, eventually his face becomes nothing but a static image- the same dull expression as before. Blood pours from his mouth, and Hav'caaren drops to the ground, the metal clanging against the floorboards*

*Auberon gestures for you to follow through into a portal, just in time before the Naglfar crashes into the side of a mountain, causing the biggest explosion you've ever seen*

@someone-official

[salamander-offical]

[On the other side of the portal awaits an odd sight. Salamander, in a form closer to human then he has ever taken, waits in the air, his back to the portal. Humanoid in shape, his skin is mottled: black, yellow, and slimy. He hovers above the ground, in thought. He speaks without turning.]

the deed is done, salamander takes it?

@evilpineapple-offical @someone-official @auberon-offical

[auberon-offical]

Yes, Eredin is dead. What do you want?

*Auberon steps through the portal*

@evilpineapple-offical @someone-official

[eredin-offical]

Tedd Deireádh, The Final Age

A gust of strong, cold wind passes by you. Something doesn't feel right. But the King was. A familiar longship, The Naglfar, crosses the land as a massive shadow covers you. An enormous, white circular portal opens right in front of the sun. One snowflake, two, three, and suddenly millions fall from the dark, cloudy sky, causing the ground to be completely covered in snow. The buildings of the Officalverse crumble- ice shards shoot everywhere, as icicles begin forming on the roof and walls. Everything is buried in snow, and the temperature is far below zero. Nothing, not even heat can prevent this. The Kremlin almost falls to the ground, the TAR Headquarters is drenched in snow... All while Eredin Bréacc Glas flees this world on his ship. @someone-official, this is your chance. It's time to end this. For all of us.

@evilpineapple-offical @breadcrumb-offical @salamander-offical @breadcrumb-offical @supervillain-offical @an-angel-offical @burning-britain-official @seraphim-offical @hitman-offical @joseph-stalin-offical @mental-illness-offical @fourth-wall-break-offical @imightbeafaerie-official-offical @timekeeper-offical @fay-offical @nonsense-offical @envy-offical

[eredin-offical]

*The Naglfar is now halfway through the portal, you need to move quickly. Eredin's warriors surround you, and the King teleports behind Evil Pineapple first and attempts to slash your back. In front of Someone, Eredin tries to stab his neck*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

The sword slides off the seraphim metal chainmail. Someone uses this time to pull out what was in the box. A bright blue flame.

It dances wildly, hungry. In Someone's hands, it slowly shifts from an electric blue to a conventional orange/red. That does not change what it is. It is the fire capable of hurting this ship, keeping Eredin tethered here.

Any last words?

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he reacts fast enough to deflect Eredin’s sword with the armour on his wrist (he reached his wrist up there dw abt it). Upon seeing the fire, he flinches away slightly, but stops himself before anyone notices*

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

*He looks at the fire, then back at you both*

Is this your last resort? Is there nothing left to fight for except a dying sun?

*The warriors swing their swords at the both of you simultaneously*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone slams the fire into the ground, igniting it upon the floorboards. The force knocked the warriors back, but Someone, born of the flames, is not effected.

Don't you see, Eredin? You aren't leaving now. Face the music. Face the Frost.

The fire begins to pick up.

[eredin-offical]

*He attempts to freeze the fire, but the ice melts immediately*

Spectral fire... I should've known.

*He charges toward you, attempting to drive his sword into your chest once again*

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he jumps in the way, his armour stopping your sword with no struggle*

You will die here.

*he began flaming again, the fire spreading everywhere someone’s fire hadn’t*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone waves his hand and the fire obeys, slamming into Eredin.

I'm am the beast born of flame and scales, a creature crawled from the worst of the hells.

You may have the physical advantage, Eredin. But, when fire burns, it bends to my will and mine alone.

That is the thing with fire.

[eredin-offical]

*The fire restricts Eredin's movement for a few seconds, as it melts one of the spikes on the right side of his helmet*

You will not survive this either.

*He teleports on the top deck, attempting to speed up the Naglfar as it burns down and the armor coating melts and chips away*

[someone-official]

There is only one way I am dying, Eredin! It's when I cut my own goddamn head off.

Someone grows the fire, spreading it faster and larger.

He moves through the fire, standing behind Eredin.

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he teleports after them, before wincing as the fire burns him. He’s only immune to his own flames. Still, he refuses to run*

Let me kill him

*his voice is quiet, but it is strong*

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

*Eredin is attempting to slice off Someone's head*

[someone-official]

Someone tries to grab the sword with his claws, getting them cut up a bit.

I won't die to you.

[eredin-offical]

Lies.

*Eredin pushes harder, the sword slowly creeping closer to your head*

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he dashes forwards, barrelling into Eredin and knocking him to the side, away from someone*

@someone-official

[eredin-offical]

*Eredin tumbles into the spectral fire, and a large explosion occurs*

*The center of Eredin's chest armor seems to be completely melted off, exposing the skin underneath. His armor also appears to be scorched black, as there are many visible burn marks on his exposed skin, specifically in the melted areas of his armor*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

He is gripping his hand as he walks next to Evil Pineapple. He used a lot of energy on the fire, so his hand hasn't healed yet.

You should be the one to kill him. He wronged you the most. But please, allow me to provide thy blade.

He bends on one knee, presenting Evil Pineapple with a sharp dagger, the handle a shiny, metallic snake with a ruby as one eye and an emerald as the other.

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he takes it, nodding in thanks, before walking towards Eredin*

Oh, Eredin…

*he shoves him down while he’s weakened*

Any last words?

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

You should be ashamed of yourself. You need another imbecile to kill me? Pathetic.

*Suddenly, he disappears in a white, frosty mist, and reappears behind you, lodging Hav'caaren into your back*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone takes yet another dagger, he has hundreds, and slices both of Eredin's hamstrings from behind, rendering him immobile.

You deserve no final words, no final actions. You have caused enough death and plague to wreak these lands. Bow before the person you wronged most and watch as he plunges the blade of the serpentine into your heart.

You have been playing chess, Eredin. But, me and Evil Pineapple here have just got the checkmate.

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he forces Eredin to the ground, wrapping his fingers around his neck, pushing*

You deserve no quick death.

*he stabs the dagger into his chest, but not deep enough to kill*

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

*As the dagger plunges into his chest, Eredin's gauntlet forcefully presses against your throat. He is covered in blood, but still manages to stand up while choking and lifting you in the air*

*Hav'caaren is in the other hand, and he is about to stab it into your chest*

Look upon your king, dh'oine. Your lineage ends here.

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone runs for Hav'caaren, trying to drag any more power in him to send the flames onto the hammer to stop Eredin.

@evilpineapple-offical

[eredin-offical]

*The tip of Hav'caaren begins to pierce Evil Pineapple's chest*

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*a slow smile starts to spread across his face*

Go ahead. Do it.

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone stops in his tracks. He is captivated by the pain in Evil Pineapple's face.

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

*Eredin doesn't feel right. He lowers the sword, and refuses to stab him. He instead shoves Evil Pineapple to the side, and grabs a special bomb from his belt. It was given by a former ally*

*It disintegrates a body part on impact, and he throws it at Someone*

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

Coward.

*he attempts to stop the bomb by throwing a knife at it, but misses*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Someone doesn't react in time. His left arm is disintegrated upon contact.

All around you, ungodly hisses and screeches can be heard. Looking at Someone, his flesh seemingly peels back as he tries to cover the wound.

The screeching gets louder as the skin Someone used to hide his true form melts away, revealing a true demon underneath.

KILL THE FUCKER!

@eredin-offical

[eredin-offical]

Ah, a demon? This is getting int-

*Suddenly, we are all interrupted by a massive explosion of spectral fire, causing the Naglfar to be directed off course. Eredin tumbles into the fire, but it clears around him. He is leaning against a scorched wall*

*A portal opens right where the explosion was, as the smell of smoke clogs your nostrils*

*Eredin is wounded very badly now*

@evilpineapple-offical

[evilpineapple-offical]

*he grips the handle of his sword tight, ready to fight*

@someone-official

[someone-official]

Auberon! How is it going, old pal?

He is gripping his arm, which is slowly regrowing.

Took care of that fire, although my arm could use a bit of work...

@eredin-offical

[auberon-offical]

*Auberon walks out, sword in hand*

*Eredin isn't dead, although he does seem to be in pain*

*The fire crackles as Auberon prepares to speak*

Hm, interesting. The downfall of your reign. I knew it would come. I suppose I'm sorry to interrupt your well deserved death, Sparrowhawk. If you even still remember that name.

But I'm afraid I have to speak to the three of you, as much I would like for this battle to conclude.

You are not here to end the king; to dispose of his crown. Nor have you been called here by fate, instincts, or revenge. Although, you have indeed been called. But not by the individual you would prefer it to be. I shall leave it up to you to figure out who sent this calling.

One thing is certain- you have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of war and politics, prophecies and executions.

A labyrinth with no exit. A loop. This loop will continue if you do not change your path. Your avariciousness for a position of power, or even blood, has brought you nowhere but an endless cycle. You chase the cries of your family and friends, but it affects not one thing. They seem to be there, supporting you in every battle, argument… but it is all your imagination.

They're somehow out of reach.

You will never find them. None of you will. Not even you, Eredin, will find new allies and a home for “your” people.

Tedd Deireádh. Your story ends here.

And to you, Someone, my brave savior, who somehow became involved in this mess for an unknown reason… there was a way planned out for you. The fire you bring, the catastrophe you have caused, has finally ended. Although, some fire still burns. And I believe that is what you feel. The flame is still lit inside you, as if you have conquered all but one thing that seems so certain, but at the same time distant and unbeknownst. I feel the need for you to stay. To finish the job.

This ship, king, and army shall not be remembered. Nothing good emerged from these things and people. The agony this instigated can and will be forgotten. As every tragedy should.

And to you monsters, or should I say, servants, trapped in that indestructible armor. Give up your so-called “leader”.

He doesn't love you. He doesn't care about you. He never will.

As for you heroes, Evil Pineapple and Someone, I do believe there is comfort eagerly waiting for you after the smoke clears and the ice melts. You are safe now, Zireael has protected you.

Although, for you, Eredin… there would be nothing that would delight me most but to see you burn in hell as your enemies watch. Not as if your fate has already arrived physically.

*He paces around the area*

@burning-britain-official, if you can hear me, I knew you would be glad. But I also suspected you would return. I am aware I'm foreign to you, but nonetheless, I am sorry. I'm sorry that nobody could save you from the horrors of the Hunt except your “friends” who were never really there. They stalked you, followed you. And there is guilt in my heart for you. I wish I could've protected you when your life was going to be dishonorably taken.

And then, what became of you? A rebellion was set against Sparrowhawk, though the outcome was much different than what you expected. It crumbled. Just as I thought it would. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now.

It is time to rest. To forget the horrors. To chat with friends and have a good time. Although, I suppose these horrors will return. You are safe. For now.

But otherwise, I would prefer this ended.

For all of us.

@evilpineapple-offical @someone-official

[testosterone--offical]

I don't have a LOT of reach but these ads are all over tumblr and a lot of officalverse followers/blogs are young people, so let me just talk about this.

Do not, please, please, do not use shapes.inc, or any other ai chatbots, such as chatgpt, replika, or c.ai. Most of us know about the environmental impacts of the datacenters these things use, and the mass plagiarism, but I want to talk about something else, as the current tumblr ads are advertising something that wants to be your "friend".

They are extremely dangerous to your mental health, because they target you in a vulnerable place, exactly like an abuser would, that place being lonely. There have been many documented cases of chatbots warping peoples sense of reality so they are reliant on it for validation. It has ended in several suicides and murders. These machines are designed to encourage your opinions, making paranoid beliefs heighten. It has taken people from a normal and happy life to walking into traffic. It had a young man take his life.

I am BEGGING you all to not use it, but to help those around you. Please don't come off as hostile, because that leads them back to their abuser, as that is what these bots are. Tell them the reality and gravity of these situations because they need to hear it, and if they're young and won't listen please contact an adult, such as a councilor at school, yours or their parents if they are safe people, a teacher, or one of many helplines globally. Teens, especially mentally ill ones, are the biggest targets, but adults can fall prey to this to, so keep an eye on your loved ones, okay?

If you yourself are struggling with loneliness and feel this is your only place to turn, carefully join online communities, just remember human abusers can employ tactics like this, or join clubs in your community, such as school societies, athleisure centers, libraries, etc. Don't let them take another life.

Reblogging is encouraged, but honestly making your offline friends and family aware is important too, okay?

[plague-doctor--offical]

Wise words

I'm calling the hordes

@satan-offical @no-one-offical @homosexuality-offical @man-offical @who-offical @someone-offical @ur-least-fav-gal-offical @gaster-wd @grim-reaper-offical @god-offical @evilducks-offical @the-queen-of-geese @red-solo-cup-offical @yellow-solo-cup-offical @ant-offical @ancom-offical @autism-offical @strawberry-milk-offical @scp-threats-is-back @knight-official @ao3-offical @can-tab-eater-offical @homosexuality-offical @wikipedia-the-non-official @helpmemiku @pukicho @plague-doctor–offical @mlm-god-offical @mother-anarchy-offical @france-offical @t-u-m-b-l-r-offical @force-delt-official @lime-offical @lemon-offical @limeade-offical @zest-offical @cia-offical @britain-offical @no-one-offical @gaysexonthefloor @hate-offical @love-offical @angst-official @lemonade-offical

Might be an old list idk

[just-reblogs-101]

(not hostile) can i see a source? (genuinely curious if there's a souce) (not disagreeing just wanting to double check) (no hostility)

[testosterone--offical]

NBC News on the death of Adam Raines

CNN on the death of Zane Shamblin

BBC on the death of Sewell Garcia

There's many sources about the deaths and murders as a result of this machine.

[someone-official]

*The TV flashes a black screen, before reverting to static*

- @auberon-offical

Someone, the real Someone, is sitting on a air vent block in a closet like room in Naglfar. He looks the TV, expecting.

[auberon-offical]

[Someone. Merely do not ask how there is a TV on the Naglfar...]

[But I am here to help you. I may know what can destroy this ship, and possibly the Wild Hunt along with it.]

[someone-official]

I do hope so, or I have made a grave mistake coming here. Say, how are you?

[auberon-offical]

[I believe I may have found a way out, so I can come back home... And get my revenge in this universe. Though I am aware of the White Frost, I assume it has not come yet, no?]

[someone-official]

Not to my knowledge. I've been in this ship for a few days, however, so I cannot be for certain.

Everyone on board appears to act normal, so I doubt it.

[auberon-offical]

[Hm. I suppose I should get to the point.]

*Beep*

[The Wild Hunt nor the Naglfar are vulnerable to regular fire. You will need some sort of spectral fire, which I can find for you in my world once I get back. That will be the only effective type.]

[someone-official]

Suits me just fine. I've lived in the fire before.

[auberon-offical]

[I will try to retrieve this spectral fire before the White Frost comes. Otherwise, you will have to track the Hunt down and defeat them in a different world.]

[someone-official]

How long will it take and what should I do whilst I wait?

[auberon-offical]

[I'm not sure how long it will take, but you should prepare. For the upcoming battle and the White Frost.]

[someone-official]

From what I heard, creatures with the like of me won't die from this Frost, but simply be in a state of torture.

Ill stay put and prepare my weaponry.

[auberon-offical]

[Then I should go. Farewell.]

*The TV shuts off, then explodes randomly*

[someone-official]

Someone shakes off the TV bits from himself and his clothes.

Mod -

I can't WAIT for the fire! I made the perfect piece of art for it!

[auberon-offical]

Ooc

I WANNA SEE IT SO BAD BROOO

[someone-official]

*The TV flashes a black screen, before reverting to static*

- @auberon-offical

Someone, the real Someone, is sitting on a air vent block in a closet like room in Naglfar. He looks the TV, expecting.

[auberon-offical]

[Someone. Merely do not ask how there is a TV on the Naglfar...]

[But I am here to help you. I may know what can destroy this ship, and possibly the Wild Hunt along with it.]

[someone-official]

I do hope so, or I have made a grave mistake coming here. Say, how are you?

[auberon-offical]

[I believe I may have found a way out, so I can come back home... And get my revenge in this universe. Though I am aware of the White Frost, I assume it has not come yet, no?]

[someone-official]

Not to my knowledge. I've been in this ship for a few days, however, so I cannot be for certain.

Everyone on board appears to act normal, so I doubt it.

[auberon-offical]

[Hm. I suppose I should get to the point.]

*Beep*

[The Wild Hunt nor the Naglfar are vulnerable to regular fire. You will need some sort of spectral fire, which I can find for you in my world once I get back. That will be the only effective type.]

[someone-official]

Suits me just fine. I've lived in the fire before.

[auberon-offical]

[I will try to retrieve this spectral fire before the White Frost comes. Otherwise, you will have to track the Hunt down and defeat them in a different world.]

[someone-official]

How long will it take and what should I do whilst I wait?

[auberon-offical]

[I'm not sure how long it will take, but you should prepare. For the upcoming battle and the White Frost.]

[someone-official]

From what I heard, creatures with the like of me won't die from this Frost, but simply be in a state of torture.

Ill stay put and prepare my weaponry.

[auberon-offical]

[Then I should go. Farewell.]

*The TV shuts off, then explodes randomly*

[someone-official]

*The TV flashes a black screen, before reverting to static*

- @auberon-offical

Someone, the real Someone, is sitting on a air vent block in a closet like room in Naglfar. He looks the TV, expecting.

[auberon-offical]

[Someone. Merely do not ask how there is a TV on the Naglfar...]

[But I am here to help you. I may know what can destroy this ship, and possibly the Wild Hunt along with it.]

[someone-official]

I do hope so, or I have made a grave mistake coming here. Say, how are you?

[auberon-offical]

[I believe I may have found a way out, so I can come back home... And get my revenge in this universe. Though I am aware of the White Frost, I assume it has not come yet, no?]

[someone-official]

Not to my knowledge. I've been in this ship for a few days, however, so I cannot be for certain.

Everyone on board appears to act normal, so I doubt it.

[auberon-offical]

[Hm. I suppose I should get to the point.]

*Beep*

[The Wild Hunt nor the Naglfar are vulnerable to regular fire. You will need some sort of spectral fire, which I can find for you in my world once I get back. That will be the only effective type.]

[someone-official]

Suits me just fine. I've lived in the fire before.

[auberon-offical]

[I will try to retrieve this spectral fire before the White Frost comes. Otherwise, you will have to track the Hunt down and defeat them in a different world.]

[someone-official]

How long will it take and what should I do whilst I wait?

[auberon-offical]

[I'm not sure how long it will take, but you should prepare. For the upcoming battle and the White Frost.]

[someone-official]

*The TV flashes a black screen, before reverting to static*

- @auberon-offical

Someone, the real Someone, is sitting on a air vent block in a closet like room in Naglfar. He looks the TV, expecting.

[auberon-offical]

[Someone. Merely do not ask how there is a TV on the Naglfar...]

[But I am here to help you. I may know what can destroy this ship, and possibly the Wild Hunt along with it.]

[someone-official]

I do hope so, or I have made a grave mistake coming here. Say, how are you?

[auberon-offical]

[I believe I may have found a way out, so I can come back home... And get my revenge in this universe. Though I am aware of the White Frost, I assume it has not come yet, no?]

[someone-official]

Not to my knowledge. I've been in this ship for a few days, however, so I cannot be for certain.

Everyone on board appears to act normal, so I doubt it.

[auberon-offical]

[Hm. I suppose I should get to the point.]

*Beep*

[The Wild Hunt nor the Naglfar are vulnerable to regular fire. You will need some sort of spectral fire, which I can find for you in my world once I get back. That will be the only effective type.]

[someone-official]

Suits me just fine. I've lived in the fire before.

[auberon-offical]

[I will try to retrieve this spectral fire before the White Frost comes. Otherwise, you will have to track the Hunt down and defeat them in a different world.]

[someone-official]

*The TV flashes a black screen, before reverting to static*

- @auberon-offical

Someone, the real Someone, is sitting on a air vent block in a closet like room in Naglfar. He looks the TV, expecting.

[auberon-offical]

[Someone. Merely do not ask how there is a TV on the Naglfar...]

[But I am here to help you. I may know what can destroy this ship, and possibly the Wild Hunt along with it.]

[someone-official]

I do hope so, or I have made a grave mistake coming here. Say, how are you?

[auberon-offical]

[I believe I may have found a way out, so I can come back home... And get my revenge in this universe. Though I am aware of the White Frost, I assume it has not come yet, no?]

[someone-official]

Not to my knowledge. I've been in this ship for a few days, however, so I cannot be for certain.

Everyone on board appears to act normal, so I doubt it.

[auberon-offical]

[Hm. I suppose I should get to the point.]

*Beep*

[The Wild Hunt nor the Naglfar are vulnerable to regular fire. You will need some sort of spectral fire, which I can find for you in my world once I get back. That will be the only effective type.]

[someone-official]

*The TV flashes a black screen, before reverting to static*

- @auberon-offical

Someone, the real Someone, is sitting on a air vent block in a closet like room in Naglfar. He looks the TV, expecting.

[auberon-offical]

[Someone. Merely do not ask how there is a TV on the Naglfar...]

[But I am here to help you. I may know what can destroy this ship, and possibly the Wild Hunt along with it.]

[someone-official]

I do hope so, or I have made a grave mistake coming here. Say, how are you?

[auberon-offical]

[I believe I may have found a way out, so I can come back home... And get my revenge in this universe. Though I am aware of the White Frost, I assume it has not come yet, no?]

[someone-official]

*The TV flashes a black screen, before reverting to static*

- @auberon-offical

Someone, the real Someone, is sitting on a air vent block in a closet like room in Naglfar. He looks the TV, expecting.

[auberon-offical]

[Someone. Merely do not ask how there is a TV on the Naglfar...]

[But I am here to help you. I may know what can destroy this ship, and possibly the Wild Hunt along with it.]

[someone-official]

*As you enter the lone cabin in the woods, the TV begins shaking abruptly, and static flashes rapidly on the screen. It looks like a TV from the 80s, almost.*

*A loud, short beep indicates something happened, but Auberon is nowhere to be seen*

- @auberon-offical

Huh. I don't own a TV.

Someone looks around the TV a bit before sitting down, facing it.

[auberon-offical]

*Again, it beeps, but this time it's longer*

[Greetings, Someone. I unfortunately was not able to contact you physically, but I can send you pre-recorded messages. I'm attempting to broadcast this live so I can answer your questions.]

*A short beep noise indicates the end of the recording*

*A hissing noise, while static appears on screen, fills the room. Auberon doesn't appear on the screen, but it appears to be live now*

[someone-official]

I heard Eredin mention your name. Auberon. Is that correct?

[auberon-offical]

[It is. I was the previous Wild Hunt King before Eredin was.]

*Beep*

[someone-official]

Please excuse my haste, but I must know. Why have you reached out to me?

[auberon-offical]

[I've many things to tell you, and others. As you may know already, I am an enemy of your "king". But first, I believe I should explain how I can do this, and why this is important.]

*The screen flashes to an image of Eredin's lone helmet on a dark background*

[someone-official]

Someone nods and watches.

[auberon-offical]

[I'm in the future. I cannot return to the current timeline, but I have figured out how to use televisions and all of this technology. But, the reason I'm telling you this, is because it may help you kill Eredin.]

[someone-official]

Did he trap you in the future after he took your crown?

[auberon-offical]

[No, nothing like that. It's a long story that isn't worth explaining at the moment. Now, here is what I wanted to tell you. Yes, Eredin will be dethroned, but the date, I cannot tell you. He will attempt to build a larger Naglfar to destroy the Officalverse, with enhanced weaponry. When the time comes, we shall attempt to burn it down. If we fail to succeed... Everything will be destroyed. Craters in the ground, the Kremlin crumbling to bits, Henry VIII's palace exploding from a large mine, and so on.]

[someone-official]

Oh fuck...do you know why he would want to do that?

[auberon-offical]

[Because he's a horrible man who kills for enjoyment. Now what do you say to burning down the larger Naglfar?]

Ooc

I gotta sleep now gn!

[someone-official]

Of course. Anything to save the Officalverse.

Mod -

Sleep well!

[auberon-offical]

[When the time comes, I shall attempt to return to the Officalverse in my physical form. For now, I will figure out how to get back. Let me know when Eredin begins building the new Naglfar, but be patient- this event will take a while to commence.]

*A click can be heard from the TV; possibly the click of a computer mouse*

[End communication.]

*The TV beeps, indicating the live stream has ended, and it shuts off*