Treshure 5817 Share Posted May 2, 2014 ((For the sake of RP, the news of her death spreads. React away!)) Clouds hung low as brilliant flashes of blue light mixed with the darkened gray, sending thunderous sounds throughout the land. And it so happened that they slowly crept over the Dread Lands. For the first time in months, perhaps years, the gates were slammed shut. Deep into the night, when all whom roamed the land in the day were fast asleep, a figure went searching. And he found his target. There was an evident sound of a body scraping the gravel, dragged back to it's Master's Lair. A soft whimper could be heard, barely escaping from the girl that was being dragged. A gash was already formed on her forehead, the aftermath of a brutal capture. She was being brought home, to where she belonged. And so they went to the Demonic Gates. When all else had failed and Setherien's forces had been vanquished, the power of Iblees would prevail as it always had. The flames were already waiting for the unlucky woman. Though in construction, the followers of Iblees, the "Justices" of his Will made sure to enact the riverbed of netherrack as a suitable sacrificial pit. She was thrown in, followers of his Great Will emerging from all corners of the Dread Lands, harmoniously chanting. "He has brought us from the accursed creations.. And though irony strong in our dwellings, he has prepared a new place in his heart, for us! But our sacrifices must be clear to his eyes our dedication! Praise his name! Praise Iblees!" Zemophrenis, the Prophet of Iblees, stepped forward. The fires were distant, only occasionally licking at her clothing. But it did not stop the screaming. However, it was of their manic and twisted minds that the screaming only increased the input of flames, it only stoked the eternal fire in their heart. No plea nor cry could stop them from this sacred moment. Deep, rolling laughter reverberated from Zemophrenis, her screams only increasing the ecstasy of the scent. The Cultists around the circle of flame raise their voices above the screaming. Flames catch fire on her silken dress, the chanting growing ever so thick. "And a new dawn shall be brought upon us! Accept this incense, o' Dark Lord! Accept our praise and sacrifice, inhale it deep within your being! And we shall be with you until the end of all ages! Glory to the Dark Lord! Praise Iblees!" The Masked Mistress raises up a gold cup of "Holy" water, stolen from small churches among the roads of the Fringe. She slowly tips the cup, water falling into the un-satiable flames. Instead of destroying the fire, it was only fed. Her screaming turned into whimpers, and then silence. Soon after, the crackling of bones was to be heard. Ash began to fill the sky, rising up into the celestial clouds above. A new wave of chanting came over the Cultists. "Down with the Church of the False Creator! May the False Creator rot in the deepest pit! His soldiers are but puppets to be mocked and slandered upon. For your glory shall rise, it shall rise! And through the night the world will be torn asunder, And at the break of day, a new realm shall rise! Praise Iblees!" They connected hands, a full form circle of those who worship the Dark Lord. To and fro they waved, and with each crackle they heard they'd swing their bodies in a different direction, each Cultist engaged in their own furious prayers. And this was one of many. Their path wouldn't stop here, it would stop at the ends of time; Where the sands fall off the edge of the earth where there are no more lands to be vanquished. And so it had begun. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
bulldogsoccer88 40 Share Posted May 2, 2014 ((Wrong skin of mine... I was in another skin)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
monkeypoacher 8055 Share Posted May 2, 2014 ((th-that's muh dreadlands I-I'm so proud)) Mikael the Tovalin Architect bats an eye at the scene, still trying to get the giant worm out of his half-built castle. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peter Chivay 2494 Share Posted May 2, 2014 The Emperor coughs. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rig 17581 Share Posted May 2, 2014 Aazar The Sinner cackles under his breathe upon news of this, he decides he shall seek out these fellow followers of the Red God, in his pursuit of continuing his sin. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thatpyrodude 2008 Share Posted May 2, 2014 Bernard shakes his head, sighing "Damn cultists..." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Josh3738 3137 Share Posted May 2, 2014 The bestest Khorvad worshipper, Azgat, approves while hiding in a cave somewhere. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Evilbanana5757 154 Share Posted May 2, 2014 (( )) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Birdwhisperer 1174 Share Posted August 11, 2014 Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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