The Nightmare Weaver

[Watyll 1104]

 

Darkness

 

Void

 

The being strayed out of thought and mind. How long had he been here? It could have been five minutes, or a thousand years. Suddenly, a presence invaded his little conscious.

 

"Who am I?" the being asked.

 

"One who serves me." the presence replied.

 

The being felt a small tingling. He had memories suddenly. The Cult. Ikuras. His name. 

 

"I am Kknotos." he said in the darkness. The being felt like something was missing. Memories of a woman? No, it was gone now.

 

"Yes." said Ikuras. "It is time for you to return to your world."

 

~~~

 

In the Elvish ruins, deep within Fiandra, a dark gathering came together. The Necromancers, a few Dreadknights, and the Ikuras Cult. A red haired elf, fiendish in appearance, stepped forward, nodding to each of the beings there. 

 

"It is time." he said.

 

Swiftly the group proceeded through the darkling paths of the forest, quietly approaching the Druid Grove from behind. Siggourdnbad led the group to the very top of the Great Tree, before turning to the Necromancers and the Dread Knights.

 

"Take up posts at the base of the tree, hold off the nature-scum."

 

The beings nodded, hurrying downwards. The Druids engaged in combat swiftly, revealing weapons in sudden shock at the intrusion. The Lich, Kraal, set a ring of fire about the three who remained at the top. Siggourdnbad drew a pentagram upon the ground in blood, and each being took up their places at the points of the star. 

 

 

The spot for Kknotos, was of course, empty. As the battle raged on at the base of the tree, each of the three beings atop it began to shout a chant to the heavens. 

 

Ikuras, a'razi do eg burz y serthekhur!

 

A tingle entered the souls of all within the grove, evil or good. It was as if massive eyes, ancient and filled with malice, had turned their attention to the battle. 

 

Ikuras, a'razi do eg burz y serthekhur!

 

The tingle grew into a pressure that was easily felt by all Clerics, Shamans, and Druids.

 

Ikuras, a'razi do eg burz y serthekhur!

 

With this final chant, a rip in space itself appeared, a dark portal with issued forth tendrils of shadow. A thousand thousand screams shrieked from the portal's opening, wailing in agony. Above it all, a deep voice spoke. 

 

 

"YOU HAVE DONE WELL, MY FOLLOWERS." Ikuras said. 

 

Siggourndbad bowed. "We wish for you to return Kknotos to us."

 

"SO BE IT. YOU HAVE MET THE TASK OF SUMMONING ME WITHIN MY ENEMIES' LAND."

 

The dark being began to taint the surrounding area, laughing. Its tendrils then reached within itself, dragging something out. A being. The being was forcefully expelled from the portal before Ikuras disappeared, leaving behind the being and the echo of screams. 

 

~~~

 

The wind upon its skin and the heat of flames. It could feel.

 

The smell of soot and rot. It could smell.

 

Screams of the wounded and dying. It could hear.

 

Saliva, new and thick in its mouth. It could taste.

 

Slowly the being looked up. It could see. It recognized its followers from a previous life, but now it's happiness boiled over into a mad cackle as it raised its face to the sky.

 

"My lord?" asked Kraal. The Nightmare Weaver payed the Lich no heed. The druids were now advancing up the tree. With a gesture, Siggourdnbad ordered the third member of the group to attack.

 

 

Roaring in fury, Vorrul, the Balrog, charged down the tree. Dozens were crushed beneath his claws, and yet more scorched to a crisp by its flaming skin. The creature ravaged the druids as the dark beings were able to escape, Kraal leading the Nightmare Weaver by the hand. As they finally made it a few miles away from the grove, with the shrieks of battle still audible, the Nightmare Weaver halted, looking at itself in a stream.

 

Where once there was a face, now there was but a mouth, and a cavernous bowl where a brain should lie. Within, ash spewed forth, blowing away in the wind. Blackened horns rose on either side of its face. The Nightmare Weaver let out another cackle.

 

The being once known as Kknotos had returned.

 

[Mephistophelian 977]

Vorrul scratches its head, it's mighty, ever-flaming back pressed against a cave wall as it attempts to process what it had been told. Unfortunately for the creature, processing anything more than "Eat, kill, sleep, repeat" was a challenge best left for others. If one were to listen closely, a faint creaking sound might be heard, as if cogs turning and clicking into place in the monstrosity's head.

 

The beast smacks the ground once, with a balled up fist, it's eyes flaring as it had come to a conclusion that enraged it to the core. With all the information given to it, Vorrul had calculated...

 

"TWIGGEH KILL VORRUL!"

 

The roar of the abomination's realisation shakes trees and sends birds flying, before it dies down as yet another conundrum is met by our fiery behemoth;

 

"Vorrul...ib nub ded...Haow...Vorrul gehtz flatz, but...ib nub ded?"

 

The question is followed by a massive hand snapping a stalagmite in half, and heavy rushes of air, signalling huffs of agitation. If anything had been learnt from the summoning of Kknotos, it would be that Vorrul has a great deal to think about.

 

"Grrrnnggt...Mi hungrah..."

[TeaLulu 1783]

The name had rung hard in the back of her head, an ever present background noise, buzzing like insects on a humid summer's eve.

Kknottos.

She and Archdruid Danic had seen the smoke rising from the Grove and barrelled straight for it. She realized what was happening before the name was spoke. The druids aside from Danic did not realize the void-slinger's nature, nor presence; without line of sight and with the many druids clamber to save the Father Grove there was little she could do.

When they fled, she did not linger in the Grove while the druids faced the Balrog. Instead she gave chase, into the mushroom forest. Losingsight of them she made a beeline for the swamp, but found no trace of them there.

But Kknottos would be found. Buubztik's death would not go unavenged. There was a balance to keep, which the mad man and his god had mindlessly disrupted.

[Samoblivion 532]

 

Vorrul scratches its head, it's mighty, ever-flaming back pressed against a cave wall as it attempts to process what it had been told. Unfortunately for the creature, processing anything more than "Eat, kill, sleep, repeat" was a challenge best left for others. If one were to listen closely, a faint creaking sound might be heard, as if cogs turning and clicking into place in the monstrosity's head.

 

The beast smacks the ground once, with a balled up fist, it's eyes flaring as it had come to a conclusion that enraged it to the core. With all the information given to it, Vorrul had calculated...

 

"TWIGGEH KILL VORRUL!"

 

The roar of the abomination's realisation shakes trees and sends birds flying, before it dies down as yet another conundrum is met by our fiery behemoth;

 

"Vorrul...ib nub ded...Haow...Vorrul gehtz flatz, but...ib nub ded?"

 

The question is followed by a massive hand snapping a stalagmite in half, and heavy rushes of air, signalling huffs of agitation. If anything had been learnt from the summoning of Kknotos, it would be that Vorrul has a great deal to think about.

 

"Grrrnnggt...Mi hungrah..."

 

 

Kaelin gets happily drunk on the money he's gained from selling Vorrul's dead carcass to alchemists.

[Sky 0]

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