The Tablets of Truth, Fall of Chimalistlakatilistin
Written by Tou’Zul Tleko
PAST RIGHTEOUSNESS, PAST FALLS.
In days of peril, where the threat of Kamohtichauitstli was strongest, the warriors of Chimalistlakailistin stood steadfast. There with my ancestors they faced down the tide of Tizicoatl’s demons and beat them back with the fangs of Quetzapalin. Heralded as saviors by my people, to which we joined in great numbers to fight with them. A time of glory. The men of Antem’s Shield for a time beat back Tizicoatl’s temptation to which we are greatly thankful for. We thank our scaled brothers for their service against the corrupting maiden of the tower. We thank our warmblooded comrades for their defense against her temptation and debauchery. For when our fathers faced down monsters on the bridges of Fort Spire, or clashed with terrors in the jungles of Kuauiueyaltepetl, you answered. In the past you were some of Quetzapalin’s finest children, perhaps some of you to the likes of the mighty Sa’tu, but such times are fleeting. Your service is respected within our tribes, stories of our warriors fighting with you run through our forked tongues with glee. But as Sa’tu’s brothers were corrupted by temptation, you have fallen ill to the twin-headed serpents' ploys. Old history is to mention this, but to be conclusive with our scholars tongues we must. When the walls fell and the purple demons advanced over the lands of Kuauiueyaltepetl, a particular tiziman was captured. Be it the demon-filth Magnar who met the end of your blades but instead of granting him the mercy of a quick death you chose to keep him alive. Torture the faithful. Whispers of the serpent grew louder in your ears didn’t it? Even when Azura spat on your choice like the filth it was you stood steadfast, choosing to prolong his existence to the dismay of all of Ludwag. This would begin your tyranny, you would drive your lack luster development of society post corruption deep into ludwag's side. Like Chisel you cracked the surface and broke the spirit of many. And you did it willingly. You sought nothing but power after The Corruption had been slain. But heroes do not need recognition or rewards, for it is their duty as it is the duty of everything and everyone, to stand for the protection of all. But your treachery did not end there, no, treachery continued and it would buckle and it broke. Using the obelisk as an alibi you brought ruin, turmoil, and chaos to the lands of the swamp. Hidden behind the veil of protection, you rallied those so trusting of your guiding arms. You took advantage of the confused, the weak, and the desperate for your conniving horrific experiments. Many sources document what you have done, whether it be parasites and the unlawful treatment of those sent to your care for correction, your organization and everything it stands for is tainted with great evil. From third parties we have seen much. We've witnessed your cruelty. We've witnessed your desecration of other cultures first hand. And what protection did you provide those people? What shelter did you provide when the people of the swamps cried out in agony as Monsters beyond their human comprehension tore them limb from limb? You offered them nothing.No shelter. No aid. Instead, you offered them the life of torment; to live is your personal guinea pigs whatever vile experiments you had planned.The mighty order. Do tell me, is it all a joke to you? Did your commanders find it amusing when the starving in the weak pulled themselves over each other as monsters encroached on their lands? I personally witnessed many of these atrocities play out in full. I bore witness to your assent up the mountain. To where that wretched tower beckoned you to follow. And we have found much, much of your little “Peace-Keeping” ventures, the ruins of facilities litter the once vibrant swamps. You lay waste and faint ignorance but you leave behind a fired crossbow marked in your own insignia. Even after the false-smile you fronted was believed by many you still continued your acts of treachery. Even after your facilities were left in ruin upon our marshes, proof that one's actions were unreasonable, you still had to be stung again to see your ill doing. When your own kind finally had enough of you in their frigid homeland you simply left. Leaving behind a mess for the weak to clean. It’s one thing to be caught in a snare, it's an entire other humiliation to get caught in the same one twice. As of writing the Chimalistlakailistin have not compensated the peoples of the taiga or the swamp. Like a parasite they simply drink the crimson and leave. I ask now, reader; does that sound honorable to you? PRESENT DAY, THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL
In present day all but the blind have pulled support for the once-mighty Chimalistlakailistin, reducing it to little more than a crude band of riff-raff mercenaries. Like birds of paradise they parade their pompous suits of steel and dyes for all to see- yet they cannot succeed in their front of protection or their more dubious tasks. The order has lost Quetzapalin’s fangs. Their honor has been broken to such an extent that they would be so willing to kill a monarch under the guise of a meeting. Only the weak hide their true intentions. Even with the element of surprise and the might of their orders best- they could not defeat the magical might of a true-hearted scaled brother. To this day they make themselves unwelcomely known on the territory of others, take as they please and have not the backbone to support it. They leave their ill-trodden footprints on the lands of the Kazoku, claim villages of Dormia and Lizardmen, and seek to upend the forces of nothing to destroy us all. The Chimalistlakailistin Order cannot be trusted, should not be dealt with, and only has a place among Tizicoatl’s council. PLEAS OF THE ZUL
To the true-hearted men and women of Ludwag whose spirits are bright and pure, I ask you not to tempt the silvery tongue of Chimalistlakailistin. It has a constrictive hold over many, and like a python, it will squeeze every ounce of life from you. Quetzapalin is forgiving and your freedom from their coils will grant one salvation. You owe them nothing beyond the worn sigil they bare, cast it aside and see the light. Lay down the mark of the order. To the men of state who still side with the wretched plight that is Chimalistlakailistin, I ask you to reconsider your standing. History does not gaze fondly on the order and it will not gaze fondly upon your standing alongside it. To our comrades in the states of Meridia and Aridam especially, chase the Chimalistlakailistin from your shores and land. Let the snake rock in its own filthy lair. To the states of Feyan and Amaren, see to it that the order does not tread upon your lands. They are using you. Sekemar Quetzapalin, may his wings shield you from Tizicoatl’s temptation. Et. Tou’Zul Tleko
In days of peril, where the threat of Kamohtichauitstli was strongest, the warriors of Chimalistlakailistin stood steadfast. There with my ancestors they faced down the tide of Tizicoatl’s demons and beat them back with the fangs of Quetzapalin. Heralded as saviors by my people, to which we joined in great numbers to fight with them. A time of glory. The men of Antem’s Shield for a time beat back Tizicoatl’s temptation to which we are greatly thankful for. We thank our scaled brothers for their service against the corrupting maiden of the tower. We thank our warmblooded comrades for their defense against her temptation and debauchery. For when our fathers faced down monsters on the bridges of Fort Spire, or clashed with terrors in the jungles of Kuauiueyaltepetl, you answered. In the past you were some of Quetzapalin’s finest children, perhaps some of you to the likes of the mighty Sa’tu, but such times are fleeting. Your service is respected within our tribes, stories of our warriors fighting with you run through our forked tongues with glee. But as Sa’tu’s brothers were corrupted by temptation, you have fallen ill to the twin-headed serpents' ploys. Old history is to mention this, but to be conclusive with our scholars tongues we must. When the walls fell and the purple demons advanced over the lands of Kuauiueyaltepetl, a particular tiziman was captured. Be it the demon-filth Magnar who met the end of your blades but instead of granting him the mercy of a quick death you chose to keep him alive. Torture the faithful. Whispers of the serpent grew louder in your ears didn’t it? Even when Azura spat on your choice like the filth it was you stood steadfast, choosing to prolong his existence to the dismay of all of Ludwag. This would begin your tyranny, you would drive your lack luster development of society post corruption deep into ludwag's side. Like Chisel you cracked the surface and broke the spirit of many. And you did it willingly. You sought nothing but power after The Corruption had been slain. But heroes do not need recognition or rewards, for it is their duty as it is the duty of everything and everyone, to stand for the protection of all. But your treachery did not end there, no, treachery continued and it would buckle and it broke. Using the obelisk as an alibi you brought ruin, turmoil, and chaos to the lands of the swamp. Hidden behind the veil of protection, you rallied those so trusting of your guiding arms. You took advantage of the confused, the weak, and the desperate for your conniving horrific experiments. Many sources document what you have done, whether it be parasites and the unlawful treatment of those sent to your care for correction, your organization and everything it stands for is tainted with great evil. From third parties we have seen much. We've witnessed your cruelty. We've witnessed your desecration of other cultures first hand. And what protection did you provide those people? What shelter did you provide when the people of the swamps cried out in agony as Monsters beyond their human comprehension tore them limb from limb? You offered them nothing.No shelter. No aid. Instead, you offered them the life of torment; to live is your personal guinea pigs whatever vile experiments you had planned.The mighty order. Do tell me, is it all a joke to you? Did your commanders find it amusing when the starving in the weak pulled themselves over each other as monsters encroached on their lands? I personally witnessed many of these atrocities play out in full. I bore witness to your assent up the mountain. To where that wretched tower beckoned you to follow. And we have found much, much of your little “Peace-Keeping” ventures, the ruins of facilities litter the once vibrant swamps. You lay waste and faint ignorance but you leave behind a fired crossbow marked in your own insignia. Even after the false-smile you fronted was believed by many you still continued your acts of treachery. Even after your facilities were left in ruin upon our marshes, proof that one's actions were unreasonable, you still had to be stung again to see your ill doing. When your own kind finally had enough of you in their frigid homeland you simply left. Leaving behind a mess for the weak to clean. It’s one thing to be caught in a snare, it's an entire other humiliation to get caught in the same one twice. As of writing the Chimalistlakailistin have not compensated the peoples of the taiga or the swamp. Like a parasite they simply drink the crimson and leave. I ask now, reader; does that sound honorable to you? PRESENT DAY, THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL
In present day all but the blind have pulled support for the once-mighty Chimalistlakailistin, reducing it to little more than a crude band of riff-raff mercenaries. Like birds of paradise they parade their pompous suits of steel and dyes for all to see- yet they cannot succeed in their front of protection or their more dubious tasks. The order has lost Quetzapalin’s fangs. Their honor has been broken to such an extent that they would be so willing to kill a monarch under the guise of a meeting. Only the weak hide their true intentions. Even with the element of surprise and the might of their orders best- they could not defeat the magical might of a true-hearted scaled brother. To this day they make themselves unwelcomely known on the territory of others, take as they please and have not the backbone to support it. They leave their ill-trodden footprints on the lands of the Kazoku, claim villages of Dormia and Lizardmen, and seek to upend the forces of nothing to destroy us all. The Chimalistlakailistin Order cannot be trusted, should not be dealt with, and only has a place among Tizicoatl’s council. PLEAS OF THE ZUL
To the true-hearted men and women of Ludwag whose spirits are bright and pure, I ask you not to tempt the silvery tongue of Chimalistlakailistin. It has a constrictive hold over many, and like a python, it will squeeze every ounce of life from you. Quetzapalin is forgiving and your freedom from their coils will grant one salvation. You owe them nothing beyond the worn sigil they bare, cast it aside and see the light. Lay down the mark of the order. To the men of state who still side with the wretched plight that is Chimalistlakailistin, I ask you to reconsider your standing. History does not gaze fondly on the order and it will not gaze fondly upon your standing alongside it. To our comrades in the states of Meridia and Aridam especially, chase the Chimalistlakailistin from your shores and land. Let the snake rock in its own filthy lair. To the states of Feyan and Amaren, see to it that the order does not tread upon your lands. They are using you. Sekemar Quetzapalin, may his wings shield you from Tizicoatl’s temptation. Et. Tou’Zul Tleko
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