((OOC Warning: This post is about a sacrifice. It's not really brutal, or graphic, but if you have problems with violence of any kind, religious sacrifice, or think that animals shouldn't be harmed, Please make use of your "Go Back" button now))
A cloaked figure moves unseen into the wilderness, past the figures of a man and a dwarf. A bag draped over one shoulder, and using a staff to walk. He moves to a makeshift shrine, a cleared out area in the eastern forest. There he assembles all he needs, his tools, his small alter, and his sacrifice.
"I come before you, Lady of the Underworld, Mistress of Darkness, to bid you protect me. To beg you to watch over me, and not to remove your skeletal hand from me."
The figure chants a melody comprised of almost elven-sounding smoothed words. As he chants he raises his staff over the bound sheep, bringing it down upon it's head with a thud
"Mistress, you are the owner of souls, the giver and taker of life. All justice is seen through your eyes. Only those who follow you are safe from fate, only those who worship you are safe from your wrath"
A blade is drawn and plunged into the lamb, blood pouring forth. The sacrifice is let to pour out onto the makeshift alter
"I am but a humble follower of your will, for you are all knowning. Your messager of death was sent to me, and I heeded his call. May his soul rest for following the direction of the all-knowing."
The chant is started again a bit faster than before
"I ask of you Mistress to give me your knowledge. Give me your power! So that I can flood the river of souls with the fools of this town. To you I pledge my loyalty always, and it is you whom I will serve"
The figure holds out one hand and cuts it with his dagger, letting his own blood pour out onto to alter
"May the hellfires and brimstone cleanse this place of nonbelievers. Fire makes all holy and clean, burns away the impurities. All the filth must be burned away, all the impurities destroyed, and done away with."
The figure stashes the dagger and sets the altar aflame using some unseen method. Then outstretches his bloody hand over the flame
"I also am to be purified, all my filth made clean. All my thoughts made holy. All my wounds to be healed."
The figure winces at the searing pain of the open flame, but endures it as he chants the chant for a final time
"I am your servent Mistress, you are my Goddess. My life, my soul! All to you, in return for your power. This blood a pact between us, and this sacrifice the first of many. The flow of souls from this place will increase one hundred fold, all by my hand, all by your power. All glory to you Mistress, always. Protect me, empower me, strengthen me Mistress. For it is in thy favor I shall strive to stay."
The figure bows his head to pray. Stands up, turns and wraps his bloody hand, feeling now the pain the chant kept him from noticing. He walks then back to the town... Troll's Bane. He fights back the urge to tell the inhabitants just how filthy and damnable they all are, and thinks to himself they are all doomed. But all in good time... all in good time, their souls will all belong to him... belonging to his Mistress in turn.
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Athian sit by the river near town, when a strange feeling comes over him. He looks blanky into the sky for a long moment. then with a sigh he stands
"Here we go again...Seems like another one awlays manages to slither it's way onto the isle. at this rate the goddess will never be seen as anything more then in the likes of Moshran."
He draws his weapon and checks his armor once before heading off to search for the source of the disturbance.
"and here I was complaining that nothing ever happens...me and my big mouth."
"Here we go again...Seems like another one awlays manages to slither it's way onto the isle. at this rate the goddess will never be seen as anything more then in the likes of Moshran."
He draws his weapon and checks his armor once before heading off to search for the source of the disturbance.
"and here I was complaining that nothing ever happens...me and my big mouth."
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Amelie walks trough the streets of the town. She studies everything in disgust. Oh mother where are you sending me? she mutters in her rags.
Her face is lined and she leans heavily on her staff. How can people be so ignorant mother, how can they be so blind and ignorant. How can they not see that you are the only one?
She shakes her head in grief.
Please help me mother, tell me what to do, tell me where to go.
As you look closer you can see that she is a servant of Cherga.
Her face is lined and she leans heavily on her staff. How can people be so ignorant mother, how can they be so blind and ignorant. How can they not see that you are the only one?
She shakes her head in grief.
Please help me mother, tell me what to do, tell me where to go.
As you look closer you can see that she is a servant of Cherga.
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A figure garbed in black stands outside the eastern gate of Troll's Bane, a large hood concealing the face hidden by its shadows. In firm-looking hands covered by silky-black gloves, it clutches a mysterious staff that looks more to be a trident - ending in three jagged, claw-like prongs. A dwarf passes it by, halting for a moment and inquiring for the way to a specific mine.
The figure hisses at him menacingly, causing the other, shorter figure to leave it alone again with a nervous look on its face, and hurried footsteps to carry it away from this virulent presence.
The shadow spits on the ground, revealing a youthful human chin, as the disgruntled dwarf utters some curses and leaves it to itself.
Turning slowly, the darkness under the hood itself locks onto the figure of a somewhat familiar young man, known to it only as Malvita, wandering with a steady pace towards the town's gate.
"Perfect", the figure mutters with a blood-curdling smile, before standing out of a large rock's shadows and turning to leave.
Using the strange trident in its hand like a walking cane, the figure begins to leave an obvious trail... leading north... all the way into the wind-swept dunes of the desert.
The figure hisses at him menacingly, causing the other, shorter figure to leave it alone again with a nervous look on its face, and hurried footsteps to carry it away from this virulent presence.
The shadow spits on the ground, revealing a youthful human chin, as the disgruntled dwarf utters some curses and leaves it to itself.
Turning slowly, the darkness under the hood itself locks onto the figure of a somewhat familiar young man, known to it only as Malvita, wandering with a steady pace towards the town's gate.
"Perfect", the figure mutters with a blood-curdling smile, before standing out of a large rock's shadows and turning to leave.
Using the strange trident in its hand like a walking cane, the figure begins to leave an obvious trail... leading north... all the way into the wind-swept dunes of the desert.
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Malvita sees the raven over-head that he had sought. He follows it Northward, into a desert. I scorpian finds its way into his boot and stings him. Disoriented he stumbles to a cross, not even noticing the lumbering troll or the large castle. He sits under a tree to rest.
Someone came here just before me... tracks in the sand.
Feels dizzy and leans his head on his knees to try to regain his composure. He faints and slumps over to one side, laying beside the cross
Someone came here just before me... tracks in the sand.
Feels dizzy and leans his head on his knees to try to regain his composure. He faints and slumps over to one side, laying beside the cross
Within what was once the throne room of the ruined castle of the North sat a figure, deep in thought and sleep beggining to take him the man barely hears the commotion out side.
Standing the man walks to the battlements and looks to the land below.
' Well ill be damned '
It was the same man he had followed earlier in this day, laying beneath a decayed tree near to the cross of the north, what were the chances....
The other thing that caught the mans attention was the lumbering troll the young fool must have somehow missed to reach the land, but the troll had not missed him.
Lumbering ever closer, tree limb held in grip the brute mads its way towards the motionless figure. With a curse under his breath the cloaked figure leaps from the battlement and lands awkwardly upon the ground before rolling forward and comming to his feet.
Sprinting foward the figure pulls a blade from a scabberd at his side and goes to meet the beast which is only feet away from the youngman.
' Over here ugly '
The troll slowly turned in time to receive the mans blade slashing savagely across its fanged face, with a roar of pain and brute lifts it club high to strike a blow to the smaller figure before it.
' To slow ' as the words left the mans mouth his blade had allready darted up and forward and sliced neatly up through the creatures throat and into what was within the skull above.
With a sigh, the man pulls his blade from the creatures now lifeless body and watches the hulk slowly collapse to the floor at the young mans feet.
' This isnt a safe place to be.. '
The figure leaves the young man where he sleeps and walks back among the ruins of the now deserted realm...
Standing the man walks to the battlements and looks to the land below.
' Well ill be damned '
It was the same man he had followed earlier in this day, laying beneath a decayed tree near to the cross of the north, what were the chances....
The other thing that caught the mans attention was the lumbering troll the young fool must have somehow missed to reach the land, but the troll had not missed him.
Lumbering ever closer, tree limb held in grip the brute mads its way towards the motionless figure. With a curse under his breath the cloaked figure leaps from the battlement and lands awkwardly upon the ground before rolling forward and comming to his feet.
Sprinting foward the figure pulls a blade from a scabberd at his side and goes to meet the beast which is only feet away from the youngman.
' Over here ugly '
The troll slowly turned in time to receive the mans blade slashing savagely across its fanged face, with a roar of pain and brute lifts it club high to strike a blow to the smaller figure before it.
' To slow ' as the words left the mans mouth his blade had allready darted up and forward and sliced neatly up through the creatures throat and into what was within the skull above.
With a sigh, the man pulls his blade from the creatures now lifeless body and watches the hulk slowly collapse to the floor at the young mans feet.
' This isnt a safe place to be.. '
The figure leaves the young man where he sleeps and walks back among the ruins of the now deserted realm...
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Shortly after the man has wandered out of sight, a single caw is to be heard.
A raven flutters down, flapping its wings majestically in the fierce airs of the north, descending on the defenseless body of the young man lying by the cross. It caws, as if calling for someone, then begins to pick away at the skin of the lad's neck.
Malvita's eyes flutter open in the state delirium, trying to brush the raven off, but the big black bird picks at him relentlessly with its beak, reminding him more of a starving buzzard.
The massive end of a staff is driven into the rock ground with an otherworldy loud thud, and the raven nervously caws its cry once more, flapping its wings again and ascending away from the boy's body. Following the sight of the raven, it circles around the figure holding the trident-like staff, then perches itself elegantly on its shoulder.
The figure hisses something, and the raven flutters off frightfully.
Seconds, minutes, or hours pass - unclear to Malvita - until the figure guides a bottle's tip to the chipped and dehydrated lips of the boy, pouring a bright red liquid into his mouth. An antidote, perhaps, as he then can literally hear his own blood gushing through his ears, feel himself slipping into a feverish state, and sensing the liquid burning the venom out of his body.
Dazed eyes, clouded by semi-consciousness, open halfways, showing the surroundings pass by the lad. The shadow carrying him through the roads between ruined buildings, and tall blades of grass brushing at Malvita's face, while he lies limp in its arms.
The gates of the shattered memories of an old kingdom lie battered and open before them. Stopping before the once mighty gates, the figure carrying the boy slowly turns its head, an unrevealed face beckoning those who watch, to follow. The shadow steps inside, carrying Malvita into the halls of the ruined castle.
Laying him down to rest on the cold stone floor of the castle's entry hall, the shadow's cloak sways and flaps from a sudden gust of wind entering through the gate. The figure seems to be watching him lie there for an indefinite amount of time, and whispering something into the cold boundaries of the hall.
Bootsteps, sounding like metal pieces hitting eachother, accompany the shadowy figure as it turns away from Malvita, as if orchestrating a dark song. The bootsteps sing of the figure disappearing slowly down the stairs and into the depths of the ruined castle, underlined from whispers bouncing and echoing throughout the hall like a wall of sounds.
By the cross, the strange trident still stands, pointing skywards-
as if to mock the Gods.
The whispered words of the shadow seem to have burnt themselves into Malvita's memory, like a heated iron brand on skin:
"Welcome home."
A raven flutters down, flapping its wings majestically in the fierce airs of the north, descending on the defenseless body of the young man lying by the cross. It caws, as if calling for someone, then begins to pick away at the skin of the lad's neck.
Malvita's eyes flutter open in the state delirium, trying to brush the raven off, but the big black bird picks at him relentlessly with its beak, reminding him more of a starving buzzard.
The massive end of a staff is driven into the rock ground with an otherworldy loud thud, and the raven nervously caws its cry once more, flapping its wings again and ascending away from the boy's body. Following the sight of the raven, it circles around the figure holding the trident-like staff, then perches itself elegantly on its shoulder.
The figure hisses something, and the raven flutters off frightfully.
Seconds, minutes, or hours pass - unclear to Malvita - until the figure guides a bottle's tip to the chipped and dehydrated lips of the boy, pouring a bright red liquid into his mouth. An antidote, perhaps, as he then can literally hear his own blood gushing through his ears, feel himself slipping into a feverish state, and sensing the liquid burning the venom out of his body.
Dazed eyes, clouded by semi-consciousness, open halfways, showing the surroundings pass by the lad. The shadow carrying him through the roads between ruined buildings, and tall blades of grass brushing at Malvita's face, while he lies limp in its arms.
The gates of the shattered memories of an old kingdom lie battered and open before them. Stopping before the once mighty gates, the figure carrying the boy slowly turns its head, an unrevealed face beckoning those who watch, to follow. The shadow steps inside, carrying Malvita into the halls of the ruined castle.
Laying him down to rest on the cold stone floor of the castle's entry hall, the shadow's cloak sways and flaps from a sudden gust of wind entering through the gate. The figure seems to be watching him lie there for an indefinite amount of time, and whispering something into the cold boundaries of the hall.
Bootsteps, sounding like metal pieces hitting eachother, accompany the shadowy figure as it turns away from Malvita, as if orchestrating a dark song. The bootsteps sing of the figure disappearing slowly down the stairs and into the depths of the ruined castle, underlined from whispers bouncing and echoing throughout the hall like a wall of sounds.
By the cross, the strange trident still stands, pointing skywards-
as if to mock the Gods.
The whispered words of the shadow seem to have burnt themselves into Malvita's memory, like a heated iron brand on skin:
"Welcome home."
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Malvita awakens groggily, licking his lips and noticing an odd flavor.
I've... where... what's this taste. Apothracry?
Malvita holds his head groggily and stands up, words dancing in his young mind. Shouts, bloodwrenching roars, whispers and an oddly hissed "Welcome Home" all jumble inside his mind, pounding in his head, keeping him from thinking.
P-poison! I remember now. scorpian bite.. but it's fine now. What happened. Where am I?
Malvita shouts into the castle ruins and hears his own echo. He desides to walk slowly around, using his staff as a cane, and search for whomever brought him here.
What... Is this place? I feel... the presence of a remarkable power. It feels as though it has been weakened.. left to dissapear. But it is still here. What can it be?
Malvita finds a staircase, and desides to venture down it, losing his grip he falls on his bottom with a *THUD*. He gets up, and looks around, feeling the distinct presence of some lost power... something horrible. Something he has sought for all his short life.
This place isn't my home.. whomever brought me here should know that. But there is a reason for me to be here. Maybe this is to BE my home.
Malvita finds a black feather, from the crow he followed through the desert. He pockets it.
I knew it, the owner of that bird, the writer of this parchment is here. But where? Show yourself!
I've... where... what's this taste. Apothracry?
Malvita holds his head groggily and stands up, words dancing in his young mind. Shouts, bloodwrenching roars, whispers and an oddly hissed "Welcome Home" all jumble inside his mind, pounding in his head, keeping him from thinking.
P-poison! I remember now. scorpian bite.. but it's fine now. What happened. Where am I?
Malvita shouts into the castle ruins and hears his own echo. He desides to walk slowly around, using his staff as a cane, and search for whomever brought him here.
What... Is this place? I feel... the presence of a remarkable power. It feels as though it has been weakened.. left to dissapear. But it is still here. What can it be?
Malvita finds a staircase, and desides to venture down it, losing his grip he falls on his bottom with a *THUD*. He gets up, and looks around, feeling the distinct presence of some lost power... something horrible. Something he has sought for all his short life.
This place isn't my home.. whomever brought me here should know that. But there is a reason for me to be here. Maybe this is to BE my home.
Malvita finds a black feather, from the crow he followed through the desert. He pockets it.
I knew it, the owner of that bird, the writer of this parchment is here. But where? Show yourself!
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After speaking with the unnamed man, and another man that joined soon after, Malvita is rudely tossed from the castle by an ork. He mumbles to himself about the smell of the creature, and leaves towards town with the two men. Wondering how much they are his senior, they stop to camp, although Malvita heads on further. There he meets to town fool and hears of a necromancer in town...
The irony astounds me... fate is so cruel, but this could be a sign.
Malvita thinks to himself as he slinks into town to blend in with the filthy locals.
The irony astounds me... fate is so cruel, but this could be a sign.
Malvita thinks to himself as he slinks into town to blend in with the filthy locals.
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Another shadow, hooded as always, quiet and nearly weightless, in a thief-like manner enters the castle and explores the battlements... he sees the dead troll on the floor with a blade wound in his head.
He kicks his hand to insure he is dead. He takes a few gold coins out of the troll's bag.
Then, he explores the throne room and the towers of the ruins.
At this time...
The figure of a large man with a blade in a scabberd walks among the ruins of the now deserted realm...
The shadow notices him and quickly slides up on a tower between the gray rocks. He walks along the wall, following the wandering man, and eventually, quietly makes a corner, to appear right in front of him.
-Ah... The Reverence...
-The Assassin.
Both smile lightly.
-I prefer The Priest... Impressive work on the ogre downstairs...
-Thank you.
-So, what exactly are we dealing here with?..
He kicks his hand to insure he is dead. He takes a few gold coins out of the troll's bag.
Then, he explores the throne room and the towers of the ruins.
At this time...
The figure of a large man with a blade in a scabberd walks among the ruins of the now deserted realm...
The shadow notices him and quickly slides up on a tower between the gray rocks. He walks along the wall, following the wandering man, and eventually, quietly makes a corner, to appear right in front of him.
-Ah... The Reverence...
-The Assassin.
Both smile lightly.
-I prefer The Priest... Impressive work on the ogre downstairs...
-Thank you.
-So, what exactly are we dealing here with?..
The figure motions to the orc Krubba scouring through the ruins.
' Well priest, you missed a most enlightening conversation, but i think we should continue this chat of ours somewhere away from here '
The man known as Reverence walks slowly south out of the ruins and turns to the assassin behind him.
' The young fool, has many plans it seems, let us leave him be for now and see what they amount to '
The man pulls back his hood and smiles to the assassin, both men take each others hand into a firm handshake.
' Anyway priest, we have our own plans to be getting along with do we not '
' Well priest, you missed a most enlightening conversation, but i think we should continue this chat of ours somewhere away from here '
The man known as Reverence walks slowly south out of the ruins and turns to the assassin behind him.
' The young fool, has many plans it seems, let us leave him be for now and see what they amount to '
The man pulls back his hood and smiles to the assassin, both men take each others hand into a firm handshake.
' Anyway priest, we have our own plans to be getting along with do we not '
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Alyssa wanders through the street of trollsbane, her eyes scanning around through the crowd. She had been surprized as well to find such commotion already brewing, people spoke of a Necromancer, or some other evil here or there, but she knew exactly what to look for, as instructed to do. so far she'd known only three other follower of the Goddess aside from herself and her masters. this would make it far easier to find another and in the least find out what was going on. usually where the Goddess' knowledge was misused, havoc tended to follow...so she heads toward the shop, where most people gather, to see what there is to see.
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Malvita spends his days watching people. Searching for those that are weak, those that are unknown to the crowds, but those that will be missed. A newly made dagger strapped to his side glimmers in the sun.
*Human blood will mean so much more than common farm animals. But whom? Maybe this elf... no no no, people follow her. How about...*
Malvita thinks to himself as he walks, mumbling to himself, but too silent for anyone to hear. He is only following the plans that were set out before him, but like all things, he plans to do them to the full extend possible.
*Human blood will mean so much more than common farm animals. But whom? Maybe this elf... no no no, people follow her. How about...*
Malvita thinks to himself as he walks, mumbling to himself, but too silent for anyone to hear. He is only following the plans that were set out before him, but like all things, he plans to do them to the full extend possible.
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Malvita returns to town from the east and scans faces as he has been for the past few hours. He sees nothing he wants, but notices a small boy, about his age, eating an apple. He makes a mental note and continues west to try to collect a few apples.
He climbs a tree to get a large apple at the very top and falls out onto a stone floor that he didn't see. He stands up, brushes himself off, and sees he is on a very different island than the one he thought he was.
Malvita feels energy... love... peace... in this place. He cringes to think of all the good this place holds and searches it looking for a shrine. Proof that what he feels is correct. He sees nothing that proves anything, and sits in the soft sand to think.
It's a beautful place... that must be said. But I'm sure I could use it for something much better than the whoremongering filth of the town use it for.
Malvita's lips curl into a grin as he gets an idea. He stands and thinks to himself as he walks back to the magical... teleportation device that brought him here.
This will be perfect for my plan... so wonderful. Fate isn't as cruel as I thought it was. The goddess gives me another sign, and this soon. She must truely believe in me.
Malvita spits on the ground defiantly, and as he makes his way back to town he fights to regain his proud demeanor and push back his slightyly evil grin
He climbs a tree to get a large apple at the very top and falls out onto a stone floor that he didn't see. He stands up, brushes himself off, and sees he is on a very different island than the one he thought he was.
Malvita feels energy... love... peace... in this place. He cringes to think of all the good this place holds and searches it looking for a shrine. Proof that what he feels is correct. He sees nothing that proves anything, and sits in the soft sand to think.
It's a beautful place... that must be said. But I'm sure I could use it for something much better than the whoremongering filth of the town use it for.
Malvita's lips curl into a grin as he gets an idea. He stands and thinks to himself as he walks back to the magical... teleportation device that brought him here.
This will be perfect for my plan... so wonderful. Fate isn't as cruel as I thought it was. The goddess gives me another sign, and this soon. She must truely believe in me.
Malvita spits on the ground defiantly, and as he makes his way back to town he fights to regain his proud demeanor and push back his slightyly evil grin
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Days pass since Malvita showed himself last in town. Staying relatively unseen was hard, but good practice. He had time to think, time to plan, but soon enough his patience had worn so thin that he had to do... something.
His goddess had been talking to him now, not with signs as before, but with a true voice. As raspy, and skeletal as the sounds of the undead itself, she had commanded many things. First, though she had told him to follow the orders the others had given him, and not to lose faith in anything.
Malvita keeps those words at heart and desides to spend his time learning about this... town as they call it. With his mind set on what he must do he begins to write on a small piece of parchment and tack it to the filthy wall.
See Malvita's "Search for History" Post on the RP Forums
His goddess had been talking to him now, not with signs as before, but with a true voice. As raspy, and skeletal as the sounds of the undead itself, she had commanded many things. First, though she had told him to follow the orders the others had given him, and not to lose faith in anything.
Malvita keeps those words at heart and desides to spend his time learning about this... town as they call it. With his mind set on what he must do he begins to write on a small piece of parchment and tack it to the filthy wall.
See Malvita's "Search for History" Post on the RP Forums