Tznacrom of Qalupalik 1933

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The guards were unprepared for their arrival and stood stunned as the Cephlons marched through the streets. I had been expecting this for years and had made arraignments for Phye when this time came. For now I sat and waited as Jor’gna led his army to the Grand Hall. In their thrones on either side of me sat the Vice Admirals of the Repfilian cast, waiting to hear Jor’gna’s excuse for barging into their city with an army. The city was silent as the Cephlon army walked through, the soldiers of both casts stared at each other in confusion, neither wishing to attack the other. The silence persisted until there came a knock at the Grand Hall’s door. Nynrah and Tornal nodded and the guards opened the massive door.

Jor’gna walked in by themselves, holding their hands up to show they were unarmed.

“Hello there friends, how are you today?”

“Depends on why you’re here today Jor’gna.” Nynrah replied.

“I’m only here for Phye, after their beautiful performance during the Champion’s Tournament I wished to speak with them and hopefully bring them under my wing as a student of magiks.” He said as a wide toothy grin snuck onto their face.

With pleasure I told Jor’gna, “I’m afraid you’re a little late, Phye left a few weeks ago to train their magiks with the LionTurtle.”

Jor’gna’s grin drained from their face as they cooed, “What a shame, I guess we’ll have to find them. Do you know where they went?”

Nonchalantly I stated, “That’s a good ques-“

“Enough of this Jor’gna!” Tornal bellowed. “You barge into my city with an army then start casually speaking as if you are an invited guest! No, enough of this! What are you playing at Jor’gna?”

Jor’gna shot a look at Tornal silencing them. Blood diffused from Tornal’s throat as they croaked, “So the Charade is up. I guess this is your declaration of war.” As Tornal fell to the floor their voice echoed into the minds of all the Repfilians.

The Cephlon Caste has declared war upon us. Defend our home.

Within moments the sounds of combat began echoing through the city. With the commotion distracting Jor’gna I quickly began writing this Tznacrom. In a few moments I will break the mark that is holding my petrification at bay and hopefully protect Phye a little longer. I failed my mission. The castes are at war… Dagon save us.

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