Form submission: Approach Tyndariai

Link to Ballator's BDA Plaque: ID 8232 | https://www.deviantart.com/ballatordesig...-824663534

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Write in your Prompt:: Oleander approaches the Tyndariai, but his gaze slips to the dark rocks beneath his hooves. Had he claws he would dig them into the stone to find purchase, for the presence of the Deathlord is like a mighty bellow of all elements. Waves crashing, storms howling, the world shaking and twisting upon itself- and then- unfolding into a silent expanse in the eye of the storm. Now the ripples of power are like static in the air- the Deathlord is both the rumbling thunder and blazing lightning of a storm and the rains that follow that heal the earth. At this thought the wild terror gripping the Steppe ballator is soothed with the gentle caress of curiosity.

Head still bent in deference Oleander whispers, "I wish to be free of the other gods- too long the lowlord has stalked my dreams. Too long his servants have kept me prisoner until... only venom flowed from my mouth. The Moribund's poison. Like a blight they spread across the land and fester, ruining all they touch and butchering what resists them. I had believed that Hannibal could return my fallen Sages, but all I have seen him give his followers is blood and misery."

And then to the Head of Light he continues, "I come before you to change and ask you to make me a beacon of your guidance. Let my coat bear your sigil so that all know who I truly serve- and be an antidote to the Moribund's poison."

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Link to Ballator's BDA Plaque: ID 8232 | https://www.deviantart.com/ballatordesig...-824663534

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Write in your Prompt:: Oleander approaches the Tyndariai, but his gaze slips to the dark rocks beneath his hooves. Had he claws he would dig them into the stone to find purchase, for the presence of the Deathlord is like a mighty bellow of all elements. Waves crashing, storms howling, the world shaking and twisting upon itself- and then- unfolding into a silent expanse in the eye of the storm. Now the ripples of power are like static in the air- the Deathlord is both the rumbling thunder and blazing lightning of a storm and the rains that follow that heal the earth. At this thought the wild terror gripping the Steppe ballator is soothed with the gentle caress of curiosity.

Head still bent in deference Oleander whispers, "I wish to be free of the other gods- too long the lowlord has stalked my dreams. Too long his servants have kept me prisoner until... only venom flowed from my mouth. The Moribund's poison. Like a blight they spread across the land and fester, ruining all they touch and butchering what resists them. I had believed that Hannibal could return my fallen Sages, but all I have seen him give his followers is blood and misery."

And then to the Head of Light he continues, "I come before you to change and ask you to make me a beacon of your guidance. Let my coat bear your sigil so that all know who I truly serve- and be an antidote to the Moribund's poison."

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 The eyes of the Head of Life look down at Oleander, an unblinking gaze behind which lie eons of wisdom. The Head of Death is looking, too, their own gaze cold and unfeeling.

"YOU DID NOT REALLY ANSWER, LITTLE ONE," they boom, "YOU CRAVE LOYALTY BUT IT WAVERS IN YOUR HEART. THAT UNCERTAINTY HAS BEEN YOUR SHIELD, BUT MAY ALSO BE YOUR SWORD ONE DAY. YOU SEEK A BRAND LIKE SO MANY OTHERS, BUT DO YOU THINK YOURSELF WORTHY TO CHOOSE THE UNCHOOSABLE? I HOLD NO SUPLICANTS IN HIGH REGARD; LIFE AND DEATH IS AN EVER TURNING WHEEL AND ALL WHO PLEDGE TO ME PLEDGE TO THE LIES THEY TELL THEMSELVES. WHAT LIES ARE YOU TELLING?"

Their voices lower from that of a deafening boom to something that mortal ears can hear more clearly: “REMEMBER THAT THE GROUP IS WHAT TURNS THE WHEEL, AND NOT THE LONE SOUL. YOU ARE NOTHING IN THE GRAND SCHEME UNLESS YOU WORK WITH THE REST TO ENSURE LIFE BLOSSOMS TO ITS FULLEST.”

Your Ballator stands in the quiet that seems to last ages, but it is not an uncomfortable silence., but one filled with peace. "YOUR LIFE IS PRECIOUS, BUT UNIMPORTANT," the heads boom, breaking the silence like a crack of thunder, “TAKE THIS GIFT AS YOUR BLESSING OR CURSE.”


 With a blinding flash of the red light, your Ballator feels their body rush with heat, and when they open their eyes, they are transported - in a different location than that which they had previously been. Antiquis Luba has been granted!

This gift can only be applied to the Ballator that received it. You must apply this gift at the Highlord Hub. This thread has been closed and Tyndariai has moved on to the next supplicant. If you have any further questions or concerns, please post a thread in Notes & Troubleshooting.