Sacrafice

[Rig 17591]

OOC:

[[second part of this baseline of the story has occured now, the first is now concluded. A humble thanks to all who participated, and provided much of the roleplay, GrimReaper among them, as well as the rest of the Acerbus crew. The second will be much more enjoyable, and for now, this is the intro. The events will likely begin next week. Again, thank you for your enjoyment, and here we go! ]] 

 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=udQXgElx_xc




The souls of Kaliekamuai had felt the burning within their hearts, their very souls and what lay beneath their frame.. the Tarish'nba had smited one of them with indomitably raw power, the soul shattered into very much separate heaps of being, and the strained connection had ruptured even further so that it pained the Prophet much more than they had let on to the rest, but strength would have to have been maintained, and it echoed in remnants of an ancient hatred. The Prophet simply murmured, "The Soul Bearers will pay for the separation of our brother... they will perish in the undying Voice, forever slaves to the Prophecies they fear to be uttered..." The figure known as the Prophet exhaled, and through the pore like holes of his mask, red mist steamed free in bellowing smoke. The creature continued its way slowly, cracked and faded mask, a archaic relic of a long past time, the time of Aerkiath, the singing and burning of the souls who dared to oppose the Prophecy of Two, "Ashanhn, they believed us dead," the figure now uttered, once more masked poors bellowing the red mist, Aerkiath's Voice. 

"In their arrogant pride, their wish of strength, they destroyed our temples, murdered our villages, and destroyed our many kin... we will have our vengeance on the usurping heretics.. they and their Daemons and Aenguls whom seek 'purification' on what they do not understand... karahjarn'aeriaki! We shall drown them in our new found darkness, Aerkiath's Voice shall ravage them, and obliterate them as we have wished..  Their deaths will bring us satisfaction.. at last.  it has been long since we hath felt safe from these... urutai."

A sudden chill felt the air, and the Prophet's green orbs in the eye sockets bellow the mask narrowed, with disfavor, he sensed it too, it was.. an awakening. What an oddity...  he thought to himself, before suddenly twisting to the side a moment upon hearing shrill screams, surprised.


The screams beckoned forth, and the figure inhaled, and then exhaled, with slight relief. It was merely the prisoners, they slowly continued their way.

Veangance shall be had on these... Descendants of Horen, Malin, Urguan, and Krug. They may be of their flesh, but that will not save them now...

The Debt of Blood, had been made. 
 

[Old-Rattlesnake 1534]

the Tarish'nba had smited one of them with indomitably raw power, the soul shattered into very much separate heaps of being, and the strained connection had ruptured even further so that it pained the Prophet much more than they had let on to the rest, but strength would have to have been maintained, and it echoed in remnants of an ancient hatred. The Prophet simply murmured, "The Soul Bearers will pay for the separation of our brother... they will perish in the undying Voice, forever slaves to the Prophecies they fear to be uttered..."

 

 

[Hydra 515]

((Goddamn Heial stop pumping iron your make us all look bad

[Rig 17591]

[[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWLDuP1WIKE ]]

[Huh 91]

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