Special thanks to Sae’themar of Undercity Nexus for designing the amazing event card!
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AYO, that event card GOES HARD
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Thank you! I love making stuff like this. I’ve actually made several cards similar to this for some of the Horde side guilds.
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The new year is nearly upon us and we are looking forward to more stories in 2024!
Got my good side in that photo. Ah those were the days. All the victims i could torture, their screams endless and thrilling. Man, woman, and the occasional child. None were spared the burning blade.
Now I’m left with scraps and the whimpers of lesser enemies with no amount of human intelligence within them.
I will know all your secrets…in time.
Embers of the Flame is well known for their lawn decoration business…we’re the best in Lordaeron! Made from all (un)natural heretics that decided to trespass on our territory!
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But by the international law of heretic disposal set by everyone who has had large scale issues with heretics in the past few decades, do you ensure your heretics are humanely ended first?
meanwhile in the background blood magic heretics are yeeted into holy fire
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How active is this guild? I’m looking for an RP home for my main Kul Tiran hunter. Also, hoping to have others to do content with and to socialize with. Discord would be a plus.
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I can neither confirm nor deny that the heretics were dispatched in a humane manner.
puts the next cultist on a pike while they struggle in their bindings
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Lots of stuff going on in the north…including southerners refusing to get off our lawn!
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The event between y’all and Undercity Nexus was an interesting read! Well-received by both parties, as far as I’ve heard.
Do the Embers also provide red-shirts for events if someone wants to fight off a scarlet incursion?
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Scarlets beware.
The eyes of Revendreth are upon you and your end comes sooner than expected. Should your pride blind you to your inevitable fate, know only that the Maw has seats open for those such as yourselves.
I do wonder what kind of delicious torture is in stock for each and every one of you.
Torture by fire as it sears the length of your souls. Or perhaps the chill of oblivion as you are frozen to the core.
The clock is ticking…
(Each bastion of Scarlet Crusaders can expect a visit.)
((As soon as noblegarden is over and everyone returns to normal))
A package arrives on the doorstep of the Scarlet Monastery every so often. Sometimes it arrives monthly, but more often than not it leans on the side of every few months, always delivered by the same, nondescript veiled humanoid who is covered except for a single tan hand pointedly displayed to show their living status. They always lay the package at a respectful distance, bow, and then retreat without a word.
The package itself has much in common with the delivery mechanism, showing only two markings. The first is an outline of a minimalist twisted portal, a marking recognizable to any with underworld connections as a group that offered delivery services to anyone, anywhere, no questions asked. Next is a piece of parchment attached securely to the package outlining the obvious delivery information, with the sender simply marked as ‘J’.
Inside is always something of monetary value, from arrays of coins to little trinkets made of valuable metals. There might even be a precious gem or two sometimes, though overall the sender is clearly lacking in the wealth department. Most deliveries are more akin to what one would expect of a tithe to a church, with exceedingly rare moments when they’re apparently up on their luck to some degree. Whatever the case, they have support from at least one of the more common folk.
Keep up the good work!
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Out on the steps leading down to the cobble pathway sat a priestess, dressed in simple robes with a thick fur pelt over her shoulders for warmth against the early spring chill. In her hands was a mug shaped ornately as a teddy bear with steam rising from it and the smell of coffee and caramel coming from within. This had been Aeralin’s pattern for the past week or so, watching, waiting… Hoping to be able to catch their mysterious courier herself this time.
As the deliveries were never on a set schedule it was a bit of a guessing game, though she worried this time that the package may not come at all. When the courier began his ascension up the pathway, the Oracles eyes lit up with a gleam. She did not move from her spot as to not put the deliverer on the defensive, but instead waited.
In the place where the package had always been delivered was a small box, wrapped in shiny silver gift paper with a scarlet red ribbon to tie it. On top, a few coins that she hoped would cover the delivery cost and a small piece of parchment that simply said “To:J”.
The box was a small token of her appreciation. A lemon blueberry cupcake made with fresh fruit and vanilla whipped icing made using a few supplies from their most recent import. Next to the cupcake was a small sachet of tea from her personal tea garden, an aromatic blend of jasmine, green, and rose.
Response packages are, apparently, allowed. The new courier passes an enchanted stone over the small box to clear it of any magical danger, then continues their work. Only a few coins are taken, showing a rather inexpensive return shipping cost for such a small box, though they do gently replace the package to be transported back with a business card and a receipt for the collection. The hustle is eternal. With that, they continue on their way, going through the same process as before with a formal bow before departing.
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