[WinterWolfPup]

---

---

As the halls of Enos finally quiet down after a year of planning, a missive is penned once more to one, Tahuwa Kitalan.

---

To whom who stole the Flame, his lost Champion,

"My respect for everything you built is immense, but you turned from his eyes. I want nothing but his powers to be held within those of his chosen, to be respected. You earned his power, his title as champion but there are sins you committed. For you strived but it turned you against him, for that I must take his will back. Give back what is my gods. His will, His belief, His aether, as you are no longer his Champion. That is a title abandoned, Enos is a temple you abandoned. Let me take your sadness and anger then turn it into something to push man. Free yourself from these sins and go back to your life. If you agree, this shall be easy. If you disagree I challenge thee in the name of Ualdir as I am his son, now. I am the Harbinger of Battle, the Lightning that spreads his flames. No longer is the time to harbor, I await your answers."

- Rekssam, Ualdir's Radiant

Objective: 

Remove Tahuwa's Aether
Challenge Him if Denied
Danger 2/3

Date:

24th of August, TBC EST.

Place:

Wherever He May Choose or Enos if he Wishes

[Lammy]

A tall, dark figure stepped into the cathedral of Enos for the first time in decades with a blackboard underneath his arm. Pinning it in the center where the anvilpodeium stood, a message in fine chalk:

If you want my Aether and to correct any sins, do half of the things I have done.

Put underneath the chalk were instructions written in red. A close examination would declare a dittering sparkle of Aether - something that the messenger has little left of and what the student wanted.

Be someone of note, not just in Enos, but Meranthe as a whole.
Host several festivals to this god - maybe he will answer.
Conquer a land or expand the lot. I can see that you're all lazy.
And finally, sunder the wings of the Black Dragon cult by ripping Viraliche's head from her dainty body.

It seems that the answer was given: Prove yourself worthy of it.

[Astronomical]

Within the depths of the Silent Expanse, there is a group migrating across the sands, all donning cloaks and the insignia of the Avintess family. One, bearing large wings of black tears into the fabric of reality, preparing for an expedition in those fleeting moments.

From her talons does the conceptualization of the 'void' protrude, dealing the damage of a Riftmancer's whims upon Eternia.

From it leaks the ethos of Hel - it seems the Supreme leves behind few subordinates to deliver messages to the masses of Enos,

but one in particular to locate Tahuwa Kitalan in its aftermath.

"Hmh, it's been years now, hasn't it?

It seems that the insignificant priest wanted nothing more than borrowed power and made a desperate reach - quiet since.
How pathetic. A coward like yourself, Tahuwa.

I'll hear none more of it, for he is not worthy of my time.
I have better things to do than meddle with the likes of cowards."

And as few subordinates of the Black Dragoness are dismissed away to deliver those proclaimations, she, with the rest that follow her, enter away and out of the material realm, donning the name of the Expanse as it falls silent by that instance, deliberately stitched back together and repaired perfectly.

[WinterWolfPup]

The Radiant of Ualdir met those outside his home with a wave of his hand. He spoke to those who followed her as if she stood in front of Rekssam. He would softly sigh before slamming his axe down as his voice boomed across the snowlands.

"Viraliche, stop this.

You wanted me to call your name but knew where I lived.

You made no moves to challenge me either but spread misinformation that must be corrected.

Calling people cowards while you only dreamwalked them to spread fear.

No one fears you, no one speaks your name.

No one cares about you, you were a stepping stone in the story of Rekssam.

You were a mere annoyance in Tahuwa's life.

We spoke little over a year and a half ago.

Are you that delusional to have think it happened years ago?

What am I asking?

You think yourself strong and you think yourself important.

I have watched your family members captured and put on display.

You were going to be no different, go hide and speak to yourself and your followers about how strong you were.

Like your influence, your fear, it was only ever a dream."

Waving a hand after his talk, he allowed those warriors of Enos to push back those who were already fleeing, but there would be silence. No clash as her followers escaped into the ether. Rekssam watched them in the distance before returning his followers into the temple.