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The decade of misery swathing above Meranthe’s horizons are comparatively insignificant in face of mankind’s scheming. Atop the battered carcass of Sanctuary, the pilfered grounds of Caethir, the weakened – yet persistent foundations of Stonehaven, and the remaining outposts & kingdom’s of Meranthe, a request is forwarded. No, rather, a plea; fragments of the past bleeding together, foreshadowing the apex of a personal conflict.

Yet a most impactful one, nonetheless.

The Wraith of Innocence, for the first time within his decade of Being, publicly speaks.

“Eight years ago, I had been ripped from the residues of my master’s prison and forced to settle upon a foreign land. Greeted by foreign concepts, foreign practices, foreign people, and foreign magics.

                                                    It was alien to me.

Akin to a bubbling mass of vulgarity, hypocrisy, frailty previously unknown. Had the people been so weak, as to discard their ambitions, their hatred, their vendettas, and even the word of their Gods for the sake of never-ending gratification? And even when it remained, even when it persisted, it was cowardly.

Everything I had thought to be human tested my knowledge.

My conclusion is that many of them, albeit Child or Adult, Woman or Man, Monarch or Peasant, are everything I had believed them to be, and more.

This is what comprises humanity. This is the horrific contagion which continues to spread and repopulate, unknowing of their evils, some of which exponentially triumph our own.
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There stood one man in defiance to the order.

Of the countless faces I have come to see, few are marred by remembrance. Yours was the first.

I ask of you now, not to wither away in solitude, but to rejoice, and recognize your contributions in establishing what I have become, and for aiding in the creation of ‘Vanki’.

We have come to save you from indolence, and save you from a meager ending, slowly wisping away as time passes you by.

My request is this;

Upon the evening of tomorrow, we will enjoy our final rendezvous, Vendal.
And you will see what has become of your investments.”

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DATE : TBD.

SETTINGS : DEADLY ?  

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I believed I was the one.

That I, Vendal, would tear down the hypocrisy humanity is forced to live with, to lead the way towards our indepence, extract ourselves from the hands of the Gods that now walk with us, drive them away from our home and finally claim independence.

I dreamed of a world without man, woman or child to looking up in search for answers but down, at the earth beneath their feet, to the world we were given, the one we could build upon it with our own hands. I believe humanity can achieve anything, that if we stopped reaching toward the heavens with our palms open like beggars and, instead, set our hands in stone, we would raise something taller than any Gods' throne.

For years, I have led this battle...

I have casted all aside for this mission. I have turned away from family, I have refused love, I have faced insurmontable odds, I have bled, I have claimed victories, I made powerful allies, and lost friends, I have lied, I have deceived, I have betrayed, I have murdered, amassed power some mortal men can only ever dream of and yet, despite it all...

I would not be the one fulfill this vision.

I came to the cruel realization there was no more power for me to obtain, no more room or talent left for me to tap into... I had reached the full extent of my own potential, become one of the few humans to be able to say there was no road left for me to drive on.

Yet this war required so much more...

Thus, I had to humble myself and start, what I understood later, to be my real mission... find and nurture the one.

The world knows the name of 'Vanki' as one to carry ruin and death, you are very much feared by this world. I know 'Vanki' as this small, weak, boy who walked into my camp. A pathetic litte critter, at the time.

You were not the first one I chose to invest in nor you were ever my favorite. There were other prospects, ones I believed to be much more apt to carry on this mission than you ever would be - yet today, you are the last. The others have left our world, either from circumstances out of my control or handled by my own hands. It was always the plan, always meant to be, that one concept the Gods fail to understand to this day... the children must be Greater than the parents.

I accept your plea.

Let us and the world see if you have truly risen up to the occasion... or merely grown large enough for a casket.

DATE: Soon
SETTINGS: Deadly 
LOCATION: Public

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SCHEDULED FOR 6PM EST 5/27/2026.

[awwlie]

..one day, you came to exist.
I nurtured, I cared.

I realized soon..
If it was me, who nurtured, cared-- you grew up with. 
You'd never become strong,
You'd become dependent.. 
..and more.

I threw you away,
..gave you to a man,
.. and kept watch.

... I told you as we departed ways,
'' Make me proud, my dear ''

... and you did,

but the show must go on, Vendal.

.. make it flashy, stop hiding in the shadows.

..happy birthday, my son.. 

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Time: Moved to 2 PM 05/27/2025 (in one hour)
Location: Desert Arena (North of Myridia)

Open to the public