The Door Of Eternity

[Shadeleaf 1022]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIX7RQoeaVE

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The setting was that of usual... darkness sweeping over the landscape, with the unmistakable stench of death in the air. From a tree hung secured corpsed, decaying and rotting into a blood red pond... this was the cloud temple. Even the air above shown signs of corruption, wisps of black smoke swishing about, signaling the presence of Setheiren’s lieutenants, and the shrieks in the distance indicative of corrupted bohra being worked to near death... and back.

 

Drawing closer to ruined temple, it would be noted that the air around is filled with the dissonance of the blows of picks, repetitive and biting to the ears, the sight producing them being  many times over more grizzly to say the least. Besides the temple main could be seen the equivalent of cragged cave, carts of ore being driven out and enslaved boar-men dragged in. What was peculiar though... was the gems were being used for nothing; not trade, not reinforcement, not even for decoration, but rather tossed to the side in favor of what might lay deeper.

 

Only further into the mine  would you see what was truly taking place, as down, down, down a spiraling tunnel, past servants carrying brutally heavy pickaxes, would stand the form of three Harbingers, and something... something else.
 

 
With scaled armor and blood red skin, surrounded in flaked, crimson robes stood the form of Setheiren, lower jaw laced with jagged teeth protruding from a partially gapped maw. In one clawed appendage it held that of a mortal pickaxe, and in the other nothing but its obsidian black talons. With a gesture and a muttered growl, all stepped back from the Drakaar, servants being trampled in the process as the Drakaar gathered a glowing red ball of corruptive essence in its one free claw. Working its jaw a time, cracks would be heard from the figure, the energy being absorbed into its very being through its scales, before thereafter a torrent of flame and corruption rushing from its maw, not unlike that which created the very Harbingers which held the squealing boar-men back from the frontline.

As the flame was sustained, dirt and stone were quickly eaten away by the corruptive force of Setherien’s power, clearing a solid path through stone, before abruptly stopping at a flat surface, producing a deafening screech, that of warding against corruption. Despite the noise, the being sustained itself, its flames weakening after what seemed like several minutes, a solid, monolithic door standing sentinel afront of it.
 
At this, the Drakaar stepped back, feet digging into the bodies of unfortunate Bohra who perished on the job as it exited the cave, growing more and more dragonesque as it neared the entrance, finally taking off into the skies and returning North from a job well done...
 
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The hive mind buzzed with constant thought as Shae’tan took its place from the line of Harbingers, flanked there after by Orokana and Marak, as they stood but meters afront the lowly humming door. From its cloak it produced a small fragment of paper, a crude sketch of a map, the location directly upon their position marked with a frozen through hole. It examined the door afront of it, streaked with emerald and gold inlay, and clearly warded from anything it, and perhaps any mortal could do, the feeling produced was nothing scarce of elation though.
“Brethren...” it hissed, reaching its staff out towards the door, resting the cyan tinted blade against the metal, 
 
“We’ve finally found it... The time of Anthos draws short.”

[Silent™ 552]

Sylen feels something unnatural at work in Anthos...

 

 

 

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[Booklight12 481]

Beranabus gulps lightly at the sound of the picks as he awaits near the old cloud temple "..So... The book was true... Whatever.. Lays under the cloud temple.. Is dangerous... Indeed... They have their miners.. What next?."

[Galendar 631]

A cloaked figure stands over the valley of the temple lands, peering quietly down into the ruined and tainted lands, nodding sadly.

"They must destroy these lands now. This battle cannot fail."

[Geo 1415]

Morthawl sits high upon the peak which holds his small shrine to Metztli, deep in communion with his deity.  A grave chill runs through his entire body, and his gruff voice barely manages a sentence.

 

"We are the invaders, Metztli.  Anthos is not our land.  Why, yet, do they not flee, Mother Moon?" 

 

He sighs with dire demorilisation, overcome with the dread of the damned realm.

[Evilbanana5757 154]

The Bird Druid feels a disturbance in the force...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Ericus stands among his companions in a desolate mine, staring at a door, pondering as to what could be awaiting Anthos behind this door.

 

One of his friends by the name of Kreleniel would be inspecting the room around them with close detail, the other, Glacio would be tapping away at the ancient door with his staff.

 

He would turn to his two close friends and speak with a harsh and direct tone, his goal clear, "We must find the truth."
 

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Thurak trembles slightly as icy fingers crawl up his back, shaking his head as if to dispel some evil. He thinks only of the past as he mixes and boils regents in his small, subterranean blarg, practicing at discovering new potions. He doesn't guess at what will come next, though. Nobody will.