A Blade Forged

[Luchian 214]

“A blade, so dark, so twisted, that the unholy creation could be nothing short of a monstrosity committed by its maker.”

 

 

 

 

Deep from within the unholy depths of the realm of Drauchreim, upon one of the many plains of the nether, a baleful energy pulsated and rose in potency with every tick of power it consumed. For the land in which the energy hailed from was one of great corruption, its aura radiating outwards as it continued to draw in the undying souls it had entrapped. For such had begun to satisfy its ever growing hunger, yet acted to serve as nothing more than a drop in the ocean of its dark master’s surplus.

 

There from the ground, tendrils of shadow and flame arose, arching themselves upwards into the sky. They seemed to gather at a single point, before suddenly being drawn downwards towards a figure in the centre of the desolate plain. The land itself begun to dissolve into ash and dust, as its tainted energy was torn away. Meanwhile the eternal fires of the nether were quelled and drawn into tendrils of shadow, coloured in a deep shade of crimson red.

 

 

The Prophet turned his silver gaze from the energy gathering above him to the altar of obsidian and gold, whereupon it rested an ornate sword. Its hilt was decorated with an intricate design, and upon its pommel rested an ivory eye. The blade itself was black as night and appeared to swallow what light passed it by. Yet it bore an empty feeling, as if it was only a vessel, awaiting its truest potential.

 

The Prophet moved his hands slowly upwards, almost as if carrying some great burden. From there, he rested both his palms slightly above the blade, and from them channelled a great burst of shadow, flame and miasma. The energy quickly spewed forth, coating the length of the blade in a thick shadow. The blade itself appeared once more to swallow the dark energy, draining it hungrily, as it served to fuel the full extent of its power. The Prophet shifted his hands slightly, as his gaze now focused fully upon the sword, his stare unbreaking.

 

Then the plain around him all but turned to ash and dust, as the tendrils seeped out from the ground once more. For soon there would be nothing left but the Prophet, a wicked blade and an altar in the middle of a desert of fire and shadow. At last the final tendril faded away, consumed by the blade. From its sharp edge, it now radiated an ever strengthening power, undoubtedly felt by all in the realm of Iblees. The Prophet ran a single skeletal finger over the blade, hovering it slowly towards the hilt, before grasping the full grip of his hand around it. He proceeded to lift it from off the altar, studying it for some time, before speaking, his voice in the form of a booming echo.

 

“Awaken, bane of the living! Awaken, extinguisher of light! Awaken, Herald of Darkness!”

 

As the words were spoken a single urge rose from the blade, growing ever in strength as he called to it. He felt the blade flair to life at last, its purpose shining like a beacon in the wasteland of dust and ash. The world will wither and die in the coming tide of darkness, and all light shall be devoured. This sword is but the herald.

 

[EndlessWord 10]

*The Watcher feels the creation of the Herald And smiles waiting for the inevitable Storm of Darkness to fall apon the land of Athera Snuffing out the light for all eternity.

[Lark 2227]

Up in the Seven Skies, Lark hopes the Undead dont find his weapons.

[Silent™ 552]

Somewhere in Athera, Sylen Drayzont the second's edgy sense is tingling.

[Salamandra 1136]

Luckily, Salamandra knows the Undead can't use swords like last time!

 

...right?

[TeaLulu 1783]

A magical hobo would be happy to correct Salamandra's misconception and point out that due to Iblees no longer being trapped in the Void, and now free to walk both our plane and his own, the Nether, he is likely far more powerful and far less restrained!

Unfortunately a magical hobo is not available at this time.

[Z3r05t4r 855]

"I wish I could be there to prevent this. I wish I could help." Silus hums, watching the whole ordeal with a sad expression. "It seems we are not destined to help prevent this, young Silus. We have lived our lives thus far, but whilst I have left behind my deeds, you have left behind your creations. Let's hope they come to do good." Godwein pats Silus on the shoulder.

[Salamandra 1136]

After being enlightened by the hobo's wisdom, Salamandra is slain by harbringer undead diamond armor mobs with swords again.

 

X_X

[Demotheus 651]

Lotha glances over the holy sword she recently made. This low level enchanted sword is able to cut through unholy creatures as if they were made of butter - and not even real butter, you can believe that. The flesh popping and melting as she's sent it flying wildly towards undead creatures time and time again, enjoying the way the turned to ash. It's not that she's a particularly well meaning woman, it's just that she's sadistic.

 

She adds more to the pile of swords embued with holy wards every day, grinning. "Lotha will be drowning in riches soon...heh."

[Watyll 1104]

A magical hobo would be happy to correct Salamandra's misconception and point out that due to Iblees no longer being trapped in the Void, and now free to walk both our plane and his own, the Nether, he is likely far more powerful and far less restrained!

Unfortunately a magical hobo is not available at this time.

 

An Ikuras cultist would wonder why, if Iblees is truly far more powerful and far less restrained, he doesn't just destroy the entire continent within minutes of being released like last time!

 

Fortunately for most people such cultist is busy spreading the glorious word of Ikuras.

[Samson Option 9652]

A Maester of Lore reprimands people such as Lulu the Hobo and Ikuras Cultist #232 for their posts of plain peasantry. Upon hearing #232's comment on the illogical premises of a horse beaten dead in the form of the Islamic devil, he looks to the camera and notes:

 

"I wasn't a Maester of Lore at the time or else I might have been able to make it make sense"

 

The Maester gives his cheesiest grin possible.

 

[Heff 2460]

An Ikuras cultist would wonder why, if Iblees is truly far more powerful and far less restrained, he doesn't just destroy the entire continent within minutes of being released like last time!

 

Fortunately for most people such cultist is busy spreading the glorious word of Ikuras.

 

 

After being enlightened by the hobo's wisdom, Salamandra is slain by harbringer undead diamond armor mobs with swords again.

 

X_X

 

 

A magical hobo would be happy to correct Salamandra's misconception and point out that due to Iblees no longer being trapped in the Void, and now free to walk both our plane and his own, the Nether, he is likely far more powerful and far less restrained!

Unfortunately a magical hobo is not available at this time.

 

 

Luckily, Salamandra knows the Undead can't use swords like last time!

 

...right?

 

 

 

 

A halfling flips off all these complainers yelling at them to stop being ******* and just deal with a force meant to be more powerful then them.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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