Enigma Of The Descension

[Treshure 5818]

And so it was that the reverents and prophets of Iblees gathered at the Fortress of Knowledge, one of the very few lands in the Fringe that harbored such creatures. Smoke plumes rose from the fortress and mountain, as rituals and sacrifices took place in a ceremonial dance of life. And at the dead of the night, the gates ripped from the dirt and out marched Cultists of numerous types.

 

In recent days the Cultists lashed out against the forces of the Fringe and was sent cowering back to their fortress, the raw might of the Descendants pushing back even the mightiest of Iblees's followers. But their souls were not dampened, for a snake cannot triumph a lion immediately.

 

The eternal eye of Iblees was turned to the settlements wrought of fledgling adventurers and wooden buildings, instead of the stone fortresses of the seasoned Kingdoms. Horse hooves pounded down on packed down sand, all of His servants were to carry out His Will. Through each full moon caskets of men were delivered to their end, to the final Fortress of Knowledge. Their screams pierced through the darkness surrounding the Fortress.

 

 

Of all corners in the Fringe the disciples of the Dark Lord created gates casted of blood and fire, of molted brimstone and molded rock. The sacrifices of those who did not bend, but break, would not be purposeless. They clawed and scraped the fire's fuel for mercy, but the chanting circle waving to and fro did not waver under their desperate demands.

 

 

The chanting, the crackling, the sound of withering ascended to the skies. Their purpose unknown, for the mathematical precision and alignment of dates nothing but peculiar. Their usually numerous chants were numbered to just one. It echoed through Snow's Maiden and reminded those who saw that the fire had come to the bitter cold, like a fine fruit to a famine, and those who bit down on it would feel the invigorating sensation.

 

"Come down to us,

And show retribution to the ignorant!

We have provided our sacrifice,

We have provided our sacrifice,

Come down to us!"

 

And through the harmonious song and melody, their intent became slowly more evident.

They were calling down their Dark Lord.

[Anawkin 247]

The Young Auvergnian's eyes roll back into their sockets.

[Cooonie 55]

The young monk would hear the chants of the men as she scurries off on her way to the temple.

[Rig 17591]

Aazar cackles again upon such news. 

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.