"It is done."
The flickering tongues of candle flames cast light on Moshran's altar, dancing grimly upon what remained of the overlord's victim. Though it would provide no warmth for the halfling, not now that an eternity of pain and suffering at the hands of the unnamed one was destined to him. Wiping down his fire dagger with a crimson stained cloth, the overlord soon tucked the weapon by his belt and began to gather the butchered bones from the altar. "You can blame mister Burnhammer in particular, for this, my child." Kahramesz explained to the halfling's lifeless skull; his deep voice flowing smoothly from darkened lips. Emptying the last of the bones into a large bag and, with a look of satisfaction, the priest soon turned from the blood soaked altar and walked back over the old floor boards toward the exit of the shrine. Every step carrying the creaking from the great weight of his powerful frame. The crackling of the candle wick burnt to an end.
As the overlord exited the shrine he was greeted by the calm shine of a full moon's cast. A pack of rabid and scavanging orc hounds could be seen gathered and feasting on pounds of freshly butchered red meat, lifting their heads only to release an echoed howl into the night. "Good dog" Kahramesz whispered, patting one caressingly on the head. With the cool night winds bellowing across the dunes of Cadomyr, he soon disappeared in the direction of the city of honour. Only the gusts would carry the memory of what had happened that night in their wake.
The Sacrifice
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The Sacrifice
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A dark haired elfess, carefully disguised and looking furtively around herself to be sure none followed took a meandering path that led to the Hemp Necktie Inn. While there patrons may have noticed her deep in quiet, intense conversation with Borgate but it is unlikely anyone heard anything of interest. The rumor is she drank a beer, paid her tab and left alone.
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Re: The Sacrifice
A shadowy caped figure carrying a bow and wearing a sword in it's sheath with dagger in easy reach of her boot, watches the Inn for quite some time awaiting for the two moons to arise high in the sky. Turning her head to look up at the equally quiet figure behind her the silence is broken by a whisper.
Clear for a little Grapes, we may need to move further away so let's pack up for a long trip. I'll leave a message for our employer with Borgate. This place is becoming too crowded.
At his nod, they move toward the Inn spending as little time there as possible before leaving, Borgate a little richer and drinking another beer.
Clear for a little Grapes, we may need to move further away so let's pack up for a long trip. I'll leave a message for our employer with Borgate. This place is becoming too crowded.
At his nod, they move toward the Inn spending as little time there as possible before leaving, Borgate a little richer and drinking another beer.
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Devastation. Conflict.
These were the spoils of demise that would be felt inevitably by those who sympathise with the now deceased, once joyful halfling, Xavier. The Overlord knew this all too well. The weak. The vulnerable. 'These are the ones that the saviour would crave to mould in eternal suffering'. Vengeance. A carefully calculated seed had been sown, even if the victims of it were entirely unaware. Only time would tell if the rituals would work. Another cog in the wheels that were already in motion, begging for the opening of a dark door that had waited too long to be opened once again.
Leaning on his skull staff, Kahramesz lowered his heavy frame to Kneel by the altar of Moshran. Chanting in foreign tongue of the unnamed one, he exhaled a prayer. "I will give my mortal shell to return the pain you have suffered to save us" he concluded, calculating recent events in his mind. Slowly, he raised with open eyes to glance a stare of blind fury. Releasing a light hiss of hatred that had stemmed back for many, many years.
Standing tall, Kahramesz soon backed a step from the altar and began to head again toward the same old table he had occupied for some days now. Laden with morbid paraphernalia, the table was home to a ravens quill, a clasped skeletal hand holder, the brain of an orc and jar of dripping pig blood ink. Sitting slowly and grabbing for the quill bitterly, the Overlord would soon begin to draw his plans for the next move.
It wasn't over. It had only just began.
These were the spoils of demise that would be felt inevitably by those who sympathise with the now deceased, once joyful halfling, Xavier. The Overlord knew this all too well. The weak. The vulnerable. 'These are the ones that the saviour would crave to mould in eternal suffering'. Vengeance. A carefully calculated seed had been sown, even if the victims of it were entirely unaware. Only time would tell if the rituals would work. Another cog in the wheels that were already in motion, begging for the opening of a dark door that had waited too long to be opened once again.
Leaning on his skull staff, Kahramesz lowered his heavy frame to Kneel by the altar of Moshran. Chanting in foreign tongue of the unnamed one, he exhaled a prayer. "I will give my mortal shell to return the pain you have suffered to save us" he concluded, calculating recent events in his mind. Slowly, he raised with open eyes to glance a stare of blind fury. Releasing a light hiss of hatred that had stemmed back for many, many years.
Standing tall, Kahramesz soon backed a step from the altar and began to head again toward the same old table he had occupied for some days now. Laden with morbid paraphernalia, the table was home to a ravens quill, a clasped skeletal hand holder, the brain of an orc and jar of dripping pig blood ink. Sitting slowly and grabbing for the quill bitterly, the Overlord would soon begin to draw his plans for the next move.
It wasn't over. It had only just began.
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"The golden lich has awoken."
This would become all to clear to those who attended Xavier's memorial. What was supposed to be a solemn affair was soon interrupted by an unexpected visitor, a warning, ripping through the grave with a furious anger. The monstrous lich with golden bones would serve as a sign that the sacrificial ceremony had proven to be a success. Another step down the long and wynding road of the fathers will, Kahramesz concluded.
Later, at the newly appointed keep of the ministry of blood and bones, the silhouette of a hooded figure adorned in black robes could be seen bowing and relaying the news to the overlord. With a firm nod the figure soon followed Kahramesz's gauntlet-clad hand to join the others in attendance, sitting in preparation for the celebratory sermon. With a gesture of his skull staff, the group would draw to a silence as the overlord began to speak.
"Kin in blood and bones. Brothers and sisters, in the name of our lord." Kahramesz proclaimed, motioning his staff over his audience.
"Herds astray, the dwellers of this land wander in ignorance, walking with the undead of Cherga. Have you awoken?
Our father, he who hath given his life for us. He who hath given us life. He, who we owe totale and undying loyalty. He, who the other gods, in their disregard, banished to an eternity of suffering... So it is his will that offers this gift in return... Let us not be astray as are our unjust neighbours. These ones who fail to understand facts, so simple..."
"You have suffered and now you know the way of the father? It is grande to presume one knows the pain Moshran, our saviour, our father, has suffered to the likes of such... It is unfathomable. In this hour of our lord, again the portals open. A sign for his children to unite! Our time has again dawned, my kin... Have you awoken?" The overlord asked with tilted head, rattling his armoured fingers utop the skull staff with a curious stare. Pacing back and forth before his audience.
"You suffer because you have been lead astray for too long. The suffering will only end when it is returned to the heathens, ten fold. This is inevitable. Though we cannot merely claim we follow the father. We must devote ourselves entirely. Utterly. This is what the awoken must do."
Gripping at his staff bitterly, the overlord began to glance around the fortified room. Only the crackling of burning candle wicks would break the silence and bring a calm pause to the tension that began to arise. Releasing a light hiss as though to sigh, the priest soon murmured few words in an ancient tongue before arriving his gaze to the audience once again. A sombre expression of his face.
"The first sacrifice is complete. Already the walls begin to lay in ruin so that again they can be built. But our journey is far from finished. The power of the altar by the desert town still harbours the power of devotion. The people of this land have cast aside the true god to ruin. So we must return it to them. If one wishes to save themselves, one must offer sacrifice to this altar. Preach these words, my kin. You must prove you have slain the mighty. And so it was and so it will be."
This would become all to clear to those who attended Xavier's memorial. What was supposed to be a solemn affair was soon interrupted by an unexpected visitor, a warning, ripping through the grave with a furious anger. The monstrous lich with golden bones would serve as a sign that the sacrificial ceremony had proven to be a success. Another step down the long and wynding road of the fathers will, Kahramesz concluded.
Later, at the newly appointed keep of the ministry of blood and bones, the silhouette of a hooded figure adorned in black robes could be seen bowing and relaying the news to the overlord. With a firm nod the figure soon followed Kahramesz's gauntlet-clad hand to join the others in attendance, sitting in preparation for the celebratory sermon. With a gesture of his skull staff, the group would draw to a silence as the overlord began to speak.
"Kin in blood and bones. Brothers and sisters, in the name of our lord." Kahramesz proclaimed, motioning his staff over his audience.
"Herds astray, the dwellers of this land wander in ignorance, walking with the undead of Cherga. Have you awoken?
Our father, he who hath given his life for us. He who hath given us life. He, who we owe totale and undying loyalty. He, who the other gods, in their disregard, banished to an eternity of suffering... So it is his will that offers this gift in return... Let us not be astray as are our unjust neighbours. These ones who fail to understand facts, so simple..."
"You have suffered and now you know the way of the father? It is grande to presume one knows the pain Moshran, our saviour, our father, has suffered to the likes of such... It is unfathomable. In this hour of our lord, again the portals open. A sign for his children to unite! Our time has again dawned, my kin... Have you awoken?" The overlord asked with tilted head, rattling his armoured fingers utop the skull staff with a curious stare. Pacing back and forth before his audience.
"You suffer because you have been lead astray for too long. The suffering will only end when it is returned to the heathens, ten fold. This is inevitable. Though we cannot merely claim we follow the father. We must devote ourselves entirely. Utterly. This is what the awoken must do."
Gripping at his staff bitterly, the overlord began to glance around the fortified room. Only the crackling of burning candle wicks would break the silence and bring a calm pause to the tension that began to arise. Releasing a light hiss as though to sigh, the priest soon murmured few words in an ancient tongue before arriving his gaze to the audience once again. A sombre expression of his face.
"The first sacrifice is complete. Already the walls begin to lay in ruin so that again they can be built. But our journey is far from finished. The power of the altar by the desert town still harbours the power of devotion. The people of this land have cast aside the true god to ruin. So we must return it to them. If one wishes to save themselves, one must offer sacrifice to this altar. Preach these words, my kin. You must prove you have slain the mighty. And so it was and so it will be."
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"You did well, my liege!" a deep ethereal voice called from the shadows.
Blood splatters upon the ground of the spider cavern began to soak through the earth, as if the very ground had thirsted for it. Dark voices of laughter echoed through the murky halls.
The overlord would be the last standing after the unforgiving onslaught handed out by the unholy acolytes he had summoned. The event proved to be another sadistic sacrifice to please the unnamed one. The rest of his ministry that had gathered fell to the blows of these ancient beasts, caught in the crossfire, seemingly defeated this day. Though this spilled blood would pleasure the dark lords even more. These ones who followed the overlord under the banner of blood and bones would this day be remembered fondly for their devotion. A small price to pay for eternal power.
"A little heavy handed but, none the less, a teaching of who is truelly powerful, my lords..." Kahramesz called out to the darkness, motioning his crimson glowing hammer over himself.
"You have proved yourself." the ethereal voice replied.
Leaning on his hammer, the overlord then lowered his heavy frame to kneel before his masters. Dark flames would soon engulf him, blessing Kahramesz in unholy ritual.
"Shall you show the world that you are the liege!"The dark lords taunted. A clear sense of satisfaction in their tone.
"To my dying breath I shall serve you." The overlord stated simply with a firm nod of his head.
And with that the voices calmed. Only whispers and mutters could be heard still. Soon ebbing off completely...
"Liege I shall be."
Blood splatters upon the ground of the spider cavern began to soak through the earth, as if the very ground had thirsted for it. Dark voices of laughter echoed through the murky halls.
The overlord would be the last standing after the unforgiving onslaught handed out by the unholy acolytes he had summoned. The event proved to be another sadistic sacrifice to please the unnamed one. The rest of his ministry that had gathered fell to the blows of these ancient beasts, caught in the crossfire, seemingly defeated this day. Though this spilled blood would pleasure the dark lords even more. These ones who followed the overlord under the banner of blood and bones would this day be remembered fondly for their devotion. A small price to pay for eternal power.
"A little heavy handed but, none the less, a teaching of who is truelly powerful, my lords..." Kahramesz called out to the darkness, motioning his crimson glowing hammer over himself.
"You have proved yourself." the ethereal voice replied.
Leaning on his hammer, the overlord then lowered his heavy frame to kneel before his masters. Dark flames would soon engulf him, blessing Kahramesz in unholy ritual.
"Shall you show the world that you are the liege!"The dark lords taunted. A clear sense of satisfaction in their tone.
"To my dying breath I shall serve you." The overlord stated simply with a firm nod of his head.
And with that the voices calmed. Only whispers and mutters could be heard still. Soon ebbing off completely...
"Liege I shall be."