Hail Lords and Ladies of Mourning! Thy Holy City of Salvation is now realized. The Sculptors have chipped the last chunk of stone from the last Holy Statue. Father Gorloise of the Holy Rectory has begun his collecting of relics. Other holy men stand at the ready in the forges, collecting and blessing cursed items brought from the nearby swamp. The roots of the Tree of Life grow deep, reaching into the Bog, Sanctifying the lands at the edge of Mordoths evil swamp. I have knowledge, of Morloch, of Mordoth� who and why they are. Ye may desire not to accept as true what I say� oh how I yearn for it not to be. The Queen Winnowill Dragonscale, in a desperate Quest, spoke to an Irekei Shaman in the deserts of Khar. He tell of Morloch, evil, twisted� though still lamenting his lost love� has plans for Aerynth. These plans needed� offspring, to begin a link with the lands, to lay the path for his arrival. Alas, Morloch scoured the lands for the most fertile and beautiful women, gathering them� many of them. Wars were waged to save some, but in the end, all he wanted were taken. In the horrors of Morlochs chambers, they were subject to his seed. The Shaman says, none survived the horrors of the birthing� save two women. One, a Half-Giant.. Bore a son in the form of the god, Morloch himself, his name� Mordoth. The other, a human� some claim bore twins, a son and a Daughter in the form of herself, a human� the Shaman says it is unclear of the twins, though clear that there was born� a daughter to chaos. The next step to Queen Winnowills Quest is now, the son of Morloch must be felled, alchemists await to craft potions from remains his corpse to cleanse Queen Winnowills blood . A call through the lands� for friends and allies, all the good of the lands, Lords and Ladies! The day has come to slay this evil, join the Queen and I� join the Army of Dragonscale to defeat Mordoth, Son of Morloch� for the Queen! We will gather inside the Holy City of Salvation the Evening of Saturday the Twenty Fifth at Eight Eastern time. After our blessing for battle, we will move to face the vile Mordoth, his blood will be ours.. Must be ours! When successful there will be game and tournament, where wine and celebration will flow afterward in the city of Salvation. |