Ezomyr Topic /1
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Crest of Ezomyr"A symbol of my birthright and claim to my fiefdom.
I must have it if I am to return my family to its rightful place."
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Crest of Ezomyr
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"A symbol of my birthright and claim to my fiefdom.
I must have it if I am to return my family to its rightful place."
RigwaldDeath5
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Forgive me, Ezomyr.
RigwaldDeath6
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Forgive me, Ezomyr.
RigwaldGlyph6
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The Greatwolf has forced me to forget who I was... and has taught me to be so much more.

A man becomes a king so that he may protect the people of the day. A man becomes a god so that he may protect the people of all the days to come.

And so the endless hunt begins.

The fervour of the First Ones remains, bound by the druids into fetishes of tooth and bone, skin and claw. I know where these potent talismans have been strewn. I have their scent.

And so the endless hunt begins.

I shall pursue the thieves of our ancient heritage. I shall wrest our First Ones from the clutching and the corrupted lest they feed and grow fecund on power not their own. Power I must have, must wield, in the name of all that is Ezomyr to come.

And so the endless hunt begins.

- Rigwald
LachlannOnOgham
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Ogham? Oh yes, Ogham... this is the oldest home of the Ezomytes as we know ourselves. Past generations departed from here to settle Ezomyr and the Isles of Skothe. We did not always call this part of Phaaryl our homeland... and now the Eternals have come with their armies and laid claim to this place. It'll be a cold day in the Vastiri Desert before we submit!
CountsStudySecretJournalText
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...I believe in the Twilight Order's supposed cause, I simply don't trust them. Outsiders can never understand the Ezomyte struggle. Our songs and stories go back to the very Winter of the World, when we were but savages clawing grubs from the dirt of what would one day be Ezomyr. We have always fought for survival, for home, for hearth. That is the bloodline I am proud of, stretching back thousands of years.

But as I sit in the crimson light of this strange Seed, I wonder if I have made the right choice. That dark being we accosted and strung up at the Twilight Order's behest seemed to be some sort of caretaker for this living oddity. I know nothing of this Seed, and now it rests in the heart of my Manor. Am I the right man for this? Is my bloodline strong enough to contain this abomination? If only I knew for certain...
CorruptWolf_FogSonnet_3
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The Eternal impure...
With bloodlust empowered...
Our Ezomyr endured...
But soon all were devoured...
Unending war...
Death waited at the door...
Then hour by hour...
Men fell as summer soured.
CorruptWolf_FogPoem03_ThirdPiece
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Our Ezomyr endured...