Reprisal Of The Fallen

[Treshure 5818]

 

The Odanarch is not the Odnarch. The Odnarch is not the Odanarch…

 

In a pile of ruined memories and hopes sits a figure completely clad in twisted and gnarled steel. His dormant figure had lay for years, awaiting a time where his presence would be accompanied with fear and dread. As the plague seeped into the crust of the earth and the populace ran in fright, their once strong numbers dwindled under the might of an invisible enemy. It was the perfect time for the return of a creature so wretched in being that it stood as an insult to the Creator when the eye even dare look upon it.

 

Rising out of the throne of his misery and pain, his hollow shell of a helmet glared out to the desolation of burned bodies. Orc, Dwarf, Human, and Elf alike were piled up. Some of them were still groaning alive as their kin put them to the flame in an attempt to limit the plague. He twisted his being more ever so slightly that the metal snap against each other, and faces swiveled to the wretched creature.

 

The fire had dimmed to dim coal embers, but he stoked it so that any alive would raise their voices full of dissension; their souls only quenched the fervor of the Odnarch. Raising his hands into the air it chanted and it hummed hymns to the true Dark Lord and the only Dark Lord, for it was by his doctrine that the people be crushed under the weight of this plague. Out the twisted and contorted anathema went to preach to those who had lost all hope. It’s mouth sputtered deceit along his wake, and it would inflict those with a contagion inside their minds; his poisonous words could not go unnoticed.

 

“They have riddled your mind with a plague,

And now they escape.

They see you, and slay you for a sickness you did not choose.

They have abandoned you and will continue to.

Do not trust these healthy men…

Let them die. Let them perish.

We hunt.

 

And now you stand, abandoned and left to rot.

And they horde away in corners, from you!

It is time they feel the unjust plague that has tormented you masses.

Go forth and gather, so that they may writhe in fear.

The hour of reckoning as come for those who left you to die.

We hunt."

[Duckman2008 0]

*Contru hears the words* "So many people...so many confused about what the enemy is...you people...they will strike in this confusion. Band yourselves together, plagued and healthy. We should all share the same common enemy, if we are not fools. Listen to my words with your mind open. Prepare yourself. It is inevitable.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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