A Fortunate Accident

[Goldrim 1422]

 

( What happened before. )

 

The day starts off normal in the North as the warm sun rises over the mountain tops, the rays of sun glazing over the thick layer of snow that a line of cultists seem to tread through, the cultists appear to carrying cargo from a mysterious entrance to some newly constructed fort, Harbinger Xort and Harbinger Daink oversee this together as their minions Draik, Althalos, James and Com’Bo enforce their will, Draik is seen whipping cultists and shouting slander at them “Weaklin’, skah uv gu back tu’ latz’ creatur!”, and the others stand guard, their ears perked and vigilant

 

 

As time passes one weak female cultist staggers through the snow, her back gashed by the lashes that have been inflicted upon her by Draik, she wimpers and quivers as she presses an odd looking chest that close to herself “P- Ple- PLEASE!” she cries out as Draik cracks his whip upon her weak legs.

 

She reaches the gate of the structure as Althalos eyes her from tip to toe, he quickly exploits and takes advantage of her obvious weakness, he leans in and shouts into her ear “You fuckin’ wench hurry up! Down the hall with you!”, she quickly collapses onto the ground as she drops the chest, the chest quickly bursts open as the bloodshards crack, releasing a plethora of souls that screech in agony of their confinement, rushing into every direction, consuming the woman and a few other weak willed cultists, they collapse as the very soil beneath them begins to mutate and creep outward from where the chest was dropped, it appears to be a sticky and greasy substance that could only be labeled as corruption, the lifeless corpses that lay long enough seem to be consumed by the horrifying organism with the sickening sounds of crunches and gulps.

 

A loud “No!” runs over the mountains and through the valley, Xort steaming with anger as he blurts out from the abyss of his rusted helmet “It was not the time yet, I should have carried it myself!”, Daink quickly lays his talon on Xort’s  pauldron in comfort  “Calm yourself.. this might work into our advantage..”.