The Ravings of the Prophet

[Nerdlord57]

Skarnrel, bustling with activity from the frenzy of the Blood Tide and the actions of a prodigal son, seems to sport a strange new sight. Two Cambion, both taking on the features of the Lord of Knowledge themselves move about with one organizing something. Impish creatures more akin to a chimera of a bipedal crow and owl were sent flying across Meranthe in pairs. Alive, or calling out in their final moments, these creatures formed of the occult would all speak in the voice of a Fel Monk.

"Rejoice, Sons of Man,

The blessings of the Ascendant are abound, set upon the vessels of the faithful. As weakened flesh gives way to the touch of Change the One Above still remains as benevolent as ever.

As their Prophet I speak unto you the Will of the Ascendant, all hail their most hallow name. The Age of Change is upon us and it is not too late for any of you pitiful souls.

Embrace pain. Embrace STRIFE! Tear asunder your weaker vessels and heed the call of the Ascendant Demon King! Set upon the world around you and watch it be changed with you. Allow the warping, the evolution to take you and become more than you could ever imagine. Tear yourself and the world around you to reveal the developments within.

Every cut. Every blaze. Every fervant rip into the world does well to usher forth this brilliant Age.

But for those who seek to be free of the chains set upon your fate, to eventually become more than what your frail Mortality makes you, heed this call.

Move unto Skarnfel with offering and tithe to your Narscant Lord, bend the knee, and proclaim your desires. Prove you are worthy to become an Apostle of Change and serve the divinity who walks amongst you!

Pandemonium regnat Na'Riai vitae."

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OOC: If you ever want to get into a scene with this silly little guy, DM me at nerdlord57 on discord!