#crixalisthesandking

[aeoldrias]

War Council

Many more guards lined the corridors and courtyards than normal, their vestments emblazoned with the heraldry of Aeol Drias. It was rare that any but the upper echelons of the Order were permitted into the inner city, yet today was one such exception. Here, inside of the central citadel in the grand compound of Aeol Drias, would a meeting of minds take place. Here, would the plans be laid forth and finalized for the siege on Franktou and the falling of a traitor.

Escorts were set at the mountainous pass-way to siphon those attending towards the compound unhindered, and the gates were watched over intently. Patrols lined the outer city and a closed off walkway was declared leading from the outer-walls to the inner, both in the interest of security and so the esteemed guests did not get lost navigating towards the citadel.

The meeting hall was furnished with broad wooden tables that circled a central dais, heavy chairs set about so that everyone attending could face one another. Servants were on hand, waiting to cater to the needs of those that would arrive, and the softly sweet fragrance of mountain flowers wafted about the room from the many ledges extruded from the vaulted ceiling where they were planted.

Everything was ready. The time had come.

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aeoldrias​

nortromthesilencer​

for-the-haunted-mist-i-ride​

the-grandest-magus​

crixalisthesandking​

askthemoonlightrider​

war-always-changes​

[[Just to avoid any mix up or confusions.]]

[ask-icarus-phoenix]

Fade to dust ((sorry, couldn't resist))

Icarus looked down at the king of sand from his nest atop the bone palace and screeched in anger. He had discovered the traitorous correspondence between Crixalis and the Violet Nortrom. It had to be stopped, before he wretched him away from his Scarlet friend. The phoenix channeled his energies into a ray of the sun and shot it down at the scorpion. The ray’s intense heat caused the King’s carapace to immediately be turned to a fine, shimmering crystal glass. Icarus flew down to the now glass statue-king and picked it up, careful not to break it. The traitor would be a perfect decoration for his Scarlet friend’s home.

[got-a-sparerib]

song of the Dirge (to the tune of Les Miserables "Do You Hear the People Sing?)

DO YOU HEAR THE ZOMBIE SING? SINGING THE SONG OF ANGRY SVEN! IT IS THE MUSIC OF AN ARMY WHO WILL DRAG YOU TO YOUR GRAVE! WHEN THE BEATING OF YOUR HEART, ECHOES THE BEATING OF THE SONG, THERE IS A LIFE ABOUT TO END WHEN THE DEAD EMERGE!

WILL YOU JOIN IN OUR CRUSADE, WHO WILL GIVE STRENGTH AND FOLLOW ME? BEYOND THE LIVINGS GAZE, IS THERE ONE WHO DOES NOT BELIEVE? THEN JOIN IN THE FIGHT THAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO MELEE!

DO YOU HEAR THE ZOMBIE SING? SINGING THE SONG OF ANGRY SVEN! IT IS THE MUSIC OF AN ARMY WHO WILL DRAG YOU TO YOUR GRAVE! WHEN THE BEATING OF YOUR HEART, ECHOES THE BEATING OF THE SONG, THERE IS A LIFE ABOUT TO END WHEN THE DEAD EMERGE!

WILL YOU GIVE ALL YOU CAN GIVE SO THAT THE DIRGE MAY SWELL IN SIZE? SOME WILL FALL AND MOST WILL RISE, WILL YOU STAND UP AND SLOW MY FOE? THE BLOOD OF THE MEEPOES WILL WATER THE MEADOWS OF DIRE!

DO YOU HEAR THE ZOMBIE SING? SINGING THE SONG OF ANGRY SVEN! IT IS THE MUSIC OF AN ARMY WHO WILL DRAG YOU TO YOUR GRAVE! WHEN THE BEATING OF YOUR HEART, ECHOES THE BEATING OF THE SONG, THERE IS A LIFE ABOUT TO END WHEN THE DEAD EMERGE!

[got-a-sparerib]

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(( :D Thank you! ))

[askthemoonlightrider]

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The Sandking is another warrior of the Dire. He uses great waves to cause destruction amongst crowded groups of foes, and causes sandstorms to confuse the eyes. I dont know much about his histories, for my libary is filled mostly with tomes of smiting and elven history, but I imagine he must of had an interesting life, being royalty and all.

True-sight is the key to fighting him, and to not group together. As such if I was ever sent to the sandlands I would bring a few gems and use skirmishers instead of ranked formations, with a court mage to accompany us.

*The rest of the page contains a few tears from Nova's cub and an illustration of a gem of truesight, which she would later send the design to the court enchanter and have created for her personal collection*

[vengeanceismymistress]

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"… sometimes i think it is on purpose, that there are so many royalties in both armies.. Royalties, or one’s who lost their birthrights. Anyway the Scorpion claims himself a desert King. I wonder if he really is, and does he even has any subjects. Deserts are not attractive to me, they scream emptiness and loneliness, however this creature seems to miss his home, or his kingdom… "

[askslark]

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Crixalis

Sand, hardened.

Scorpion-esque.

Can hide in a sandstorm.

Burrows to chase or escape.

Can cause immense tremors.

Pounce quickly, attempt to sever a claw.

See if it can be turned into a bloody mess like it does to it’s prey.

If not, hit and run until maimed, then eliminate.

Bottle remains in multiple jars, as much as possible.

Scatter jars to the four corners.

[askthemoonlightrider]

"What are you doing?"

Getting blood out of my hair, so called monsets, beasts and stalkers of the night make a lot of mess when you crack their skull open