It Was an Eclipse

[c0rzilla]

Pft, Aroes and Anna go waaaay back.

[Grogloki]

Noble Summit Event. Be there, or be a potato.

[Aphetoros]

And so the clues have been given to you.
Prophetic sobriquet written for toil.
And yet only one member is yet new.
Follow the wyrd, calling deep from the soil.

To join, you are granted only one choice.
Take quill in hand and address to the Voice.

[Aphetoros]

It lies, rests within the succubus' core.
Croons and whispers with twisted possession.
Child so hateful--born of the nether's whore.
Prophet came, driven by strong obsession.

Deathly chill walks from her unholy womb,
Spreading like nightmare on the em'rald dream
Even when the Doomsayer has -his- doom
The truth of his words shall forever gleam.

The mare shall be consum'd by em'rald heat.
The stallion shall release her inner vice.
And yet even after her death they'll meet.
Because he shall also rest 'neath the ice.

And due to them both, the demons of old
Shall bring to Azeroth horrors untold.

[Aphetoros]

And so such howling has been answered by wispy stalks, twirling and sliding through cracks in piceous pebble, and laughing in the Light of naivety.
Dripping, sinking into society with pale eyes so cold and lustful. For the Hour of Twilight is come, and with each martyr their dream is strengthened.

[Reese]

And so comes a man, with glistening with disgrace,
He enters my forest and whispers plans.
And slowly a grin slides unto my face.
They would have me aid this beautiful man.

He knows that the snake oft speaks delicate,
Turns man and mother against the other.
It slithers through minds with horrible hate,
Commands that you hurt your lying lover.

He comes to me thus, They surround him so,
Their child, Their love, siphoning all amity.
Blessed are those of My Children who know,
That this one brings wholesome calamity.

You say The Eclipse has begun, My Child, well it truly begins when
You come into my black forest again.

[muhaha8]

... I figured this one out! :3

[Aphetoros]

Spoiler:

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Everyone is gone. Even as I write this, they're souls wander. Fractured, set apart. As an organization, it is dead. But the Eclipse comes, the Hour of Twilight is upon us and soon either I will be dead, or mad. I'm writing to you in hopes that you will not look for me. Do not seek the Voice. Do not send voice your letters, please. The drowned god haunts my dreams, and even now the whispers grow stronger.

The Gods have chosen. They favor the Hammer, no one else. It has become a matter of joining them, or knowing that when His breath blows hell from the cracks of Azeroth that you will not be saved. I must fight longer, I must. The dagger grows hot in my pocket, and waking from those nightmares I wish it were in my heart. The terrible things I have done... all in the name of my doom. Perhaps if I can give myself fully, the ultimate sacrifice. Or at the least, something close. I may not be redeemed, but He may still save me if I am faithful.

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[Brutalskars]

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[Aphetoros]

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Leave Jord out of this, fiend!

[Zhaei]

This was awesome to follow. Good job, and may the Black Scourge bless your journey to the other side.

[Aphetoros]

Thank you sir, but remember. It's never over.

[Sorum]

Just.. carry on.

[Aphetoros]

Spoiler:

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Everyone is gone. Even as I write this, they're souls wander. Fractured, set apart. As an organization, it is dead. But the Eclipse comes, the Hour of Twilight is upon us and soon either I will be dead, or mad. I'm writing to you in hopes that you will not look for me. Do not seek the Voice. Do not send voice your letters, please. The drowned god haunts my dreams, and even now the whispers grow stronger.

The Gods have chosen. They favor the Hammer, no one else. It has become a matter of joining them, or knowing that when His breath blows hell from the cracks of Azeroth that you will not be saved. I must fight longer, I must. The dagger grows hot in my pocket, and waking from those nightmares I wish it were in my heart. The terrible things I have done... all in the name of my doom. Perhaps if I can give myself fully, the ultimate sacrifice. Or at the least, something close. I may not be redeemed, but He may still save me if I am faithful.

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Spoiler:

[The writing is careful, and slow.]

I reread this entry and I feel a fool. There is no redemption. The dagger grows hotter still, and the ropes tying my tingling right hand to my side seemed to loosen as my wrist wriggled against my will. I should not have tried to speak with my brother.
He's one of them now, and I am now cursed.

[The penmanship is a bit shaky.]

The rope is gone, and it is near impossible to write this while I struggle to control this limb which I have lost to the mad-priest's curse. It is against me, my own body has been cursed against me.

[Tiny droplets of water have smudged the following.]

I will not mail this letter, and for that I'm sorry. Remember me, Trenton. I love you, and I almost gave everything for you. But it was unsafe for you; I am sorry to leave you, but know that when I am taken I will feel no pain-- from no hell shall you save me, and in no heaven will you find me. I am not there. I will no longer exist. Forget the name Thomas Sorrowmoss, and find happiness. If by some chance the gods blow you this parchment, do not cry for me.

[The writing grows completely illegible.]

There was no chjagnle I arnn sorry afsdyunkjkjlmsznty

[The rest of the page is stained dark red.]

(( The Eclipse never -really- took off, and for that I apologize. I really wish I could have done something more with this, but I lacked dedication, time, and guild-leading skill. If Reese takes Yid'hra and does something with the Eclipse, 'tis fine. It's not up to me now! I may do something else, but likely less ambitious, smaller scale, and probably something that wouldn't take up too much time. ))