Post by The Mammoth on Jun 19, 2009 13:28:51 GMT -5
“Help me...
Why did they leave me here?
How much must I suffer?
These men have left me here to die, in this cold prison.
The bugs are chewing on my limbs, the pain is torment.
Darkness.
The following is written mostly in blood, bits of flesh and bone seem scattered around, as if someone carved the stone with their fingers until they were worn away
No release... This must be my punishment.
I will be free...
They will pay... I will have my revenge...
I will show you all true darkness.”
-Message etched in a collapses passage of a cave uncovered deep below the earth by the crew in the Falx Coal Mines.
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Over a crowded town hall of the small mining town of Falx, dozens of men, miners and citizens stood screaming. It thundered and rained hard outside, the ground a sloshy mess, the town hall’s iron and stone ringing as the rain pounded against it.
“What the hell does it mean?”
“It’s probably some message from some psychopath. Who cares, we should get back to mining”
“No, Gary, not with the signs of death in there, we need to have this investigated properly.”
“Dammit! We need to evacuate, I’m telling you all it’s the return of Wivaxx!”
A silence fell over the crowd, mumbles and whispers the only thing that broke the silence. Suddenly a voice rang out, “No, this is simply some kids doing!”
The roar started again, argument, fighting, fear. The city, nor the country, had seen this kind of thing in hundreds of years. Hundreds of years prior, a similar message was found in a coal mine thousands of miles west of Falx. Wivaxx the Demi-Lich was a creature that was born of a mage who died as a result of betrayal by his friends. Left to die in the caverns they were plundering, Wivaxx was able to stew, and his anger, fueled by his desire for revenge, caused him to become an undead Lich, but his strength as a mage made him near unstoppable. He was only slain as a result of a combined effort of nearly a million men. He killed millions, and was the worst catastrophe to ever strike the world short of the plagues in the early periods. He was quickly put to the back of the minds of everyone as something that should be forgotten.
But, in the town, as the arguing continued, a dark figure stood outside, his hands raised towards the sky. The arguing was reaching a pinnacle, and suddenly, there was nothing, the town was completely gone. There were no screams, there was no blood, no crying, no slow, painful deaths. No destruction, no fire, nothing. Standing in the middle of what was now a flat field with no vegetation of any kind, stood a tall, wiry, boney figure. His cloak fluttered in the light wind, and with the crack of the lightning he was gone. Like nothing, an entire town vanished off the map. Its entire populace gone, without word, without so much as a whine. The end was coming...
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Six days later:
A few hundred miles to the east, a mercenary sat in a crowded town hall of fellow mining town to Falx, Turin. Turin was in uproar that Falx had simply disappeared, the government had stepped in and declared that the town had never existed, that it was all some degenerative disease of the mind that their clerics were working on a cure for. Turin officials were arguing with government officials over the loss of wages and family, all completely trivial. The mercenary was listening intently to all the argument, and the apparently fear in the voices of everyone. The mercenary, hired by the town to investigate the disappearance, was halted by the governmental forces. In all the commotion he had slipped out of the crowd and out of town. Of course, before long, the council forces, the primary government, had discovered he was gone. But it was too late, the mercenary was apparently rather resourceful, and a arcane mage was enlisted to spread the word of the fear and disappearance being entirely true. Now, the council could no longer hide it. The question remained what exactly had occurred. That... nobody knew.
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Two days later:
South of Turin, in Darrow, a rather large port city on the coast, a man stood near the city gates, preparing his horse for what looked to be a long journey, carrying a rather large war hammer and flail, the man jumped onto the horse in a single bound. He turned as a man ran out after him, throwing him what looked like a bag of coin.
“Take care, Quintus.”
“Aye... Thank you Ferdinand.”
Quintus Damigan, the renowned bounty hunter, usually used in hunting dangerous mages, had been hired by the council to investigate the disappearance, lest hundreds of innocent people lose their lives in the process. Quintus was sure that he would find others moving from similar cities to the site of Falx. Similar attacks had happened usually from renegade brigands or mages who stayed under the radar, but nothing where the entire town just vanished without a word. The entire nation was in fear that there would be another horrible war with the undead, but Quintus wasn’t sure. He got an uneasy feeling on his horse, as dark clouds seemed always over the horizon. The sun should have risen, but it never had this morning. A gray, dark sky, giving enough light to know it should be day, but so little it could be confused as night. Quintus looked at the sky, raising a brow, wondering why he did not realize this in town, perhaps figuring it was a storm. However, the clouds were not that of a storm. Quintus shook his head, fear taking root in his mind. He reminded himself that not having fear was stupidity, conquering it, was bravery.
So, he rode on, keeping his eye on the unnatural sky, having no idea what he was riding into...
Something terrible was coming...
Why did they leave me here?
How much must I suffer?
These men have left me here to die, in this cold prison.
The bugs are chewing on my limbs, the pain is torment.
Darkness.
The following is written mostly in blood, bits of flesh and bone seem scattered around, as if someone carved the stone with their fingers until they were worn away
No release... This must be my punishment.
I will be free...
They will pay... I will have my revenge...
I will show you all true darkness.”
-Message etched in a collapses passage of a cave uncovered deep below the earth by the crew in the Falx Coal Mines.
---------------------------------
Over a crowded town hall of the small mining town of Falx, dozens of men, miners and citizens stood screaming. It thundered and rained hard outside, the ground a sloshy mess, the town hall’s iron and stone ringing as the rain pounded against it.
“What the hell does it mean?”
“It’s probably some message from some psychopath. Who cares, we should get back to mining”
“No, Gary, not with the signs of death in there, we need to have this investigated properly.”
“Dammit! We need to evacuate, I’m telling you all it’s the return of Wivaxx!”
A silence fell over the crowd, mumbles and whispers the only thing that broke the silence. Suddenly a voice rang out, “No, this is simply some kids doing!”
The roar started again, argument, fighting, fear. The city, nor the country, had seen this kind of thing in hundreds of years. Hundreds of years prior, a similar message was found in a coal mine thousands of miles west of Falx. Wivaxx the Demi-Lich was a creature that was born of a mage who died as a result of betrayal by his friends. Left to die in the caverns they were plundering, Wivaxx was able to stew, and his anger, fueled by his desire for revenge, caused him to become an undead Lich, but his strength as a mage made him near unstoppable. He was only slain as a result of a combined effort of nearly a million men. He killed millions, and was the worst catastrophe to ever strike the world short of the plagues in the early periods. He was quickly put to the back of the minds of everyone as something that should be forgotten.
But, in the town, as the arguing continued, a dark figure stood outside, his hands raised towards the sky. The arguing was reaching a pinnacle, and suddenly, there was nothing, the town was completely gone. There were no screams, there was no blood, no crying, no slow, painful deaths. No destruction, no fire, nothing. Standing in the middle of what was now a flat field with no vegetation of any kind, stood a tall, wiry, boney figure. His cloak fluttered in the light wind, and with the crack of the lightning he was gone. Like nothing, an entire town vanished off the map. Its entire populace gone, without word, without so much as a whine. The end was coming...
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Six days later:
A few hundred miles to the east, a mercenary sat in a crowded town hall of fellow mining town to Falx, Turin. Turin was in uproar that Falx had simply disappeared, the government had stepped in and declared that the town had never existed, that it was all some degenerative disease of the mind that their clerics were working on a cure for. Turin officials were arguing with government officials over the loss of wages and family, all completely trivial. The mercenary was listening intently to all the argument, and the apparently fear in the voices of everyone. The mercenary, hired by the town to investigate the disappearance, was halted by the governmental forces. In all the commotion he had slipped out of the crowd and out of town. Of course, before long, the council forces, the primary government, had discovered he was gone. But it was too late, the mercenary was apparently rather resourceful, and a arcane mage was enlisted to spread the word of the fear and disappearance being entirely true. Now, the council could no longer hide it. The question remained what exactly had occurred. That... nobody knew.
-------------------------------------
Two days later:
South of Turin, in Darrow, a rather large port city on the coast, a man stood near the city gates, preparing his horse for what looked to be a long journey, carrying a rather large war hammer and flail, the man jumped onto the horse in a single bound. He turned as a man ran out after him, throwing him what looked like a bag of coin.
“Take care, Quintus.”
“Aye... Thank you Ferdinand.”
Quintus Damigan, the renowned bounty hunter, usually used in hunting dangerous mages, had been hired by the council to investigate the disappearance, lest hundreds of innocent people lose their lives in the process. Quintus was sure that he would find others moving from similar cities to the site of Falx. Similar attacks had happened usually from renegade brigands or mages who stayed under the radar, but nothing where the entire town just vanished without a word. The entire nation was in fear that there would be another horrible war with the undead, but Quintus wasn’t sure. He got an uneasy feeling on his horse, as dark clouds seemed always over the horizon. The sun should have risen, but it never had this morning. A gray, dark sky, giving enough light to know it should be day, but so little it could be confused as night. Quintus looked at the sky, raising a brow, wondering why he did not realize this in town, perhaps figuring it was a storm. However, the clouds were not that of a storm. Quintus shook his head, fear taking root in his mind. He reminded himself that not having fear was stupidity, conquering it, was bravery.
So, he rode on, keeping his eye on the unnatural sky, having no idea what he was riding into...
Something terrible was coming...