The day draws late as the time of Anduwen quickly approaches. A storm rages far above this port-town, as heavy black clouds laden with wreathes of electricity unleash their burden. A driving rain assaults the ground with the ferocity of a scorned lover.

"Soon Bran...soon..." A lone traveler murmurs to himself, a longcoat as dark as the black of nightmares adorning his frame. A fierce-eyed bird caws softly to itself, feathers twitching as the water streams down its frame. Soot washes off, but only partially so. Slowly, and deliberately, the man raises a single piece of parchment from his side and nails it into a lone tree near a towering fortress of a building. The Rathan Warrior Mage guild.

"The others were delivered, yes?" The mage asks to his familiar, as the bird cocks it's head to the side and nods quickly. A contented expression on his face, the mage raises his left hand and runs it across the parchment. Softly muted crimson light illuminates the parchment quickly, as the man briskly utters a few sharp words in an arcane tongue. A moment later a bright flash emits from his hand, as the smell of burning parchment and tendrils of smoke move upward, only to be extinguished by the rain.

"So it has been written, so it has been done...we wait."

Identical scrolls, placed near every guild hall from the sand-battered city of Muspar'i to the gleaming spires of Shard have emerged. Fine vellum, tinted a crimson in color, adorned with fanciful gold leaf and filigree. The image of a rampant lion set aflame dominates the top of the parchment, everything from its sharp claws to baleful eyes done with incredible detail. In sharp, angular script overlaid with gold leaf, the following message has been clearly written across the vellum's surface.

"On this day, 373 years and 52 days since the victory of Lanival Redeemer, in the 2nd month of Ka'len the Sea Drake in the year of the Golden Panther, all Warrior Mages of respected stature are invited to join with their fellow Mages in a unified circle, known as the Sons of Arhat. Intolerant views and ancient feuds will be set aside, and from this we shall reap fourth a new age of understanding for the Guild. If you be one of the enlightened ones, or wish to see the illuminated path, leave your mark on this scroll."

Below said message resides a lone signature on each scroll, branded into the weather-battered vellum. Adept Magmus Bloodston, a diminutive symbol representing the sun burnt into the material beside it. Oddly enough, the mage seems to have taken the time to ink a corona of black fire about the sun, which has been filled in with what appears to be dried blood.

OOC Stuff:
Throwing out the idea of a WM-only, highly RP organization. The tentative name is "The Sons of Arhat", although it is subject to change. Get in touch with me IG if you want more info...or feel free to post.

~The Blackfire Mage Magmus

With a loud screech a ash-grey death owl swoops into the area. Glancing up at a scroll its eyes take on a intelligent gleam as its head sways back and forth examing it carefully. Opening its razor sharp beak it drops a Nightblack gem pouch and starts pecking at the contents...with a few hoot hoots its draws forth a magnificent platinum pendant on a fine platinum chain, centered in the pendant is a Blood-red diamond surrounded by arcane sigils. With a short hop the death owl pushes the pendant against the scrolls bottom and a loud hissing issues forth. Hopping back as if to view its handy work the owl coks its head to the side.

"On this day, 373 years and 52 days since the victory of Lanival Redeemer, in the 2nd month of Ka'len the Sea Drake in the year of the Golden Panther, all Warrior Mages of respected stature are invited to join with their fellow Mages in a unified circle, known as the Sons of Arhat. Intolerant views and ancient feuds will be set aside, and from this we shall reap fourth a new age of understanding for the Guild. If you be one of the enlightened ones, or wish to see the illuminated path, leave your mark on this scroll."

There to the left of Adept Magmus Bloodston mark is another of a Blood-red sun imposed on the black outlines of a open hand in which has been written {Sharuul the Mad Sun Mage}


Sunlancer Sharuul the Mad Mage