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*The note is pure black with words seemingly written using an unknown substance.* [It reads as follows] “Hello there mortal, we the remnants of the Hierarchy, have contacted you and other inhabitants of Offtopic to ask for your help. There’s something dark beyond the edge of reality, something that from our knowledge is 29% weaker than your Horsemen or your Seven Deadly Sins. Our scours haven’t come back for millions of timeline resets, Big Bangs in your case. So, we want you to help us, and yourselves to stop whatever’s threatening all of us, the Ashen Ones of Lothric have linked the flame for millennia, we have been doing the same, binding our souls to higher forms of our beings. Join us, or else we shall all perish.” Sincerely, Æ
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Blaze studies it, confused.
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*The words change to a more simplified variant* “This message has been sent to you to warn you about a possible apocalyptic structured event. Thank you for reading, if you want to help stop said event, an Emissary will be arriving shortly.”
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Blaze sighs, and says, “might as well.”
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*You hear the sound of a shuttle landing outside, you should probably investigate, if you want to.*
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Blaze peers outside his ships window.
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*You see a man in a grey trench coat holding the exact same briefcase that Muncal had when he came to your bar. The ship that’s behind him appears to be a refurbished Imperial Lambda-Class boarding shuttle.*
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“Hello? Who is it?” Blaze asks
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Editado por SillyLilMahl: 5/30/2020 12:33:37 PM“Hello again Blaze, it’s been a while, like 1 month or a few weeks. I’ll be your escort, or your Virgil rather, considering you haven’t visited this side of reality.” Muncal says this whilst removing his hood “There was a sigil on the letter, did you see it? It looked like a hexagon with a rune in the center and smaller ones around the edges. That sigil is my version of a stamp, as you here call it.” [spoiler] Axolaire........ Axolaire.........[/spoiler]
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“Alright. Well, if you’re Virgil, take me into the inferno.”
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“Okay then, off we go.” *Muncal’s ship changes, it looks as if it was made using a pact with a demonic being sealed away eons ago, you might as well hazard a guess at said entity being his possessor, though that’s impossible, right?*
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“Uhh..... can you warp me in or something? I’m in my ship, and space ain’t too nice.”
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“Yes, just take my hand, Scrooge.” [Wow, I’m surprised, no questions asked at all, use a spoiler for talking outside of the rp, if you haven’t guessed already]
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“Alright......” Blaze grabs his hand
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*The two of you are sent flying through reality at breakneck speeds though it only feels as if you teleported. You are both standing on a cliff side overlooking a barren landscape of with huge cracks in the ground and dark anchors hovering above in the sky. Oh the sky, how the clouds are as black as soot and the sky as dark as the orange of a rotting pumpkin.*
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“Whoa......where are we?”
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“Dreadfear, the Forsaken land. This is where the disturbance is.”
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“Wow. So, what do I have to fix?”
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“Not you, us, all of us, Crowley, everyone.”
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“Alright, but what needs fixing?”
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“Not fixing, no, what needs to be destroyed is the question.”
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Blaze facepalms. “Can you just say what needs to be done?!”
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“What needs to be done is this: destroy whatever could possibly cause a Sigma-Genesis class extinction event.”
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Blaze sighs. “So we don’t know what could cause it?”
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“We know what, we just don’t know who.” [spoiler] Axolaire........ Axolaire.........[/spoiler]
