Fear's Herald

[Mephistophelian 977]

Fear’s Herald

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CpmAD4gcLMo 

Muddy squelches are heard as three pairs of feet make their way into the Embermoor swamp, one pair struggling on their way, as if blind. The putrid stench of decay forces its way into the noses of all, but two of the three do not deem deterred.

 

They reached the destination. Within moments, they had all clambered into the star shaped ceremonial pit, the cold hard stone bricks echoing the harsh, determined steps of Haskal and Xendar, providing a stark contrast to the shuffling of their captive. Commanded to lay down upon the floor, within an indent, the prisoner gave a nervous exhale before his unprotected mind was torn asunder by the two powerful mages. Nightmares flooded his mind as he froze in place. Images of raging fires eating at his flesh, the feeling of drowning, then the feeling of being buried alive and eaten by the vermin of the dirt...all these, and more, plagued this poor man’s head. The worst of his fears, brought forth by mental magic.

Soon, only screams could be heard. Screams of fear, pleas of pity, the scrape of nails against raw stone...all ushered by a man on the brink of insanity. With the simple formation of the four pointed star on the captives forehead, everything seemed to stand still for a fraction of a second.

 

-́--͠-----̛--̧--==[\/]==--͏--͝-----̡-̸--

---̀--҉-͡--́-͘-͏--=̴=̶[͠/̵\͜]==̛--͠-͢-̴---͞-͜-͘-̸--̴

 

 

Then it happened, yet again. The rift tore into the air, and whatever screams had been made prior are now drowned out tenfold by Ikuras’ might, poured unto the realm. The one that is pure madness and insanity, pure fear and terror, revealed a fraction of itself.

 

“ＨＫＡＥＶ”

 

Ushered the fear, its presence bearing down upon the trio. In one movement, they look up at the rift, insanity spreading. Haskal called upon Ikuras, praising it in all the glory as it spoke once again.

 

“ＳＰＲＥＫ Ｏ’ＵＭＡＮＫ, ＫＲＡＥＭＳＡＬ”

 

“Haskal, do’sek Kknotos!” Was the only understandable response, from the crazed Haskal. Hazy, black features could be made out from the mist, as if the mortal wreathed in black and red robes was being examined. No sooner than a moment after, dozens of hands reach and grab out of the rift, as if beckoning Haskal closer. Xendar’s face follows, eerie cackles released from his own masked face, as if aware of what is to follow.

 

-̣̎ͨ͑̂͝-̢̊-̼̝̭͔̻̺͔-̯̝̯ͧ̿́͆̾̅͂͝ͅ-͓͖̠͖̼̥̠̆ͩ̾ͣ̇͗̀-̖̗̭̗ͯ̋͆ͯͪ-̶͖ͯ́ͤ̈̽̋-̢̖͉̲̪̹̇͐̔̅̈̐-̮̰̣͓̬ͩ͂-̪̠ͭ̌ͪͮ͂-̜̼̱̖̝̻̃̾ͭ̂̏͜-̬͆-̬̉̂̃͗̽-̞̈́ͥ-͍̫͖̻̭͋ͩͪ̉̏ͯ-̜̝̗̮͉̖͌ͦ-̿͊̉͛͌ͬ-̧͓̭̜͚̈́͑-̦͔̘̲̟̫̤͑̉̾̋̌-͛͆ͥ́͌̓͝-̻ͭ̆͛̒̾-̺̪͇̇͛͝ͅ-̵̙̼̘̱͊̊̋͑̈́̏-̞̹-̲̀ͨ́̓̃̔͢-̲̽̈́̈̎̓͑-̛̙̝͖̠́̃͛̊-͚͓͗̐̊ͯ͠-̡̞̞ͦ̆͗-͎̓̂ͭͪ̀-̻̬̺̅͞-̸͇̹ͬͅ-͆͆̔-̗̦͙̺͂̈́̅̃ͨ̑-̵̝̜̒ͭ-̖̑ͨ-͚͌ͪ́̈̈́ͩ̚͜-̷̭̠ͯ̊͌ͨ̒-̯̟̥͈̘̤̪̃ͦͯ̿̿̐-̨̘̬̫̣̲̓ͨͮ̚-͎̘̰̮̺-͈̯̘͖̌̐̽͟ͅ-͖̲̥̤͎ͦ́̓̃̉̔̀-̬͈̪̬̮̞̼͂͋-͖͗-͋ͨͯ̅ͬ̓-͉͉̯̹͉̏-̀=̛̥̏̂̂͗ͣ=̯̒͋͊͜[̜̬̠̟̲̼͛̆́ͅ\̦̺͎̏͑ͥͪ́̀ͅ/̛̬̖̪̜̥̞̇͂ͨͫ͊]̳̘̭̳ͮ͂̂ͭ̒=̜̱͓̤͉̏̈ͫͪͧ̿͋͢=̶̣̣̼̣̣̎̌͗ͮ-̷̣̙̻̰̲̦̲̅̀-҉̙̰̘̞̞̲̱-̰̟͈̝̇͊ͮ̀-͉̗͚͑̑-͉̟͉̫̲͆-̫̭̱̫̆͞-͖ͦ̋͐ͭ͌̓-͎̱̱̃-̹͖̎͒͊̔ͦ̂͑-͚͙̐ͭ̆͌̎-̵̗̼̃͛̆ͤ̄̆-̰̦͉͇͖͈̲ͯ̽-̛͇͇̤͚̬̓ͮ͊̃ͭ̾-ͧͧ̅͋-̧̆̅͊ͩͨ̄-̿̇ͣ͋̎̄͏̟̭͎̠͚̟-̭̬̟̦̻̼̗̄ͬ̿̀̚-̺͇̤̥̠͕̪̃ͪ̀̐͟-̼̱͕͎̖ͤ̽̊̌ͭ̍͗-̧̤̖͕͇̪̝̮̂̉͛-͙̻̻̫̯̥̰́̀͟-̳̩̻̰̺͔͔͊-̛̻͈̎͂́̇͌-̗̮̠̜̞̖̽̒ͬ-̟͖̙͖͑ͧ̀͠-̵̯̺̗̳̟̠̇͑̈́̏͌ͧ̽-ͩ̍̒̌ͅ--͈̘̗͐̽ͭ̿̿ͣ̋-̋ͬ̅̑ͭͣ-̧͔̼̖̫̏͂̋̄-̺͙̤ͪ͑̂̐-̷̳̮̣͇̫ͤ̃ͭ́̇̔-̫̰̠̥ͪͭ-̮̖̣͚̬͚̽͂̏ͩ̾͠-̮̕-̱̺̾͂̇͘-̴ͯ̎̍͋́̂-̗͎̟̝̫͐ͯ̅-̴̗͙͔̌͛ͮͨ̃ͥ̚-̹̲̱̞͍̬̮͆̓͒͒-̙͓̥̤̄ͦ̎̓-̼̗̣͙̣̓̃̀-̟́-͇̞̗̰͎̖͇͂͒̈̽ͬ̇ͥ-̳͆̌̒̋ͣ̓-̴̫͕̦̤ͯͨ-̎̌̓ͤ͏̯̙̘͓̻̗

 

-͖̯̮̮͎̼̰̎̐-͓͚̗̺̾͡--̨̟͚̮͇̘̾̔̾̒̊̍̊ͅ-̱̗͓̮̤̋ͣ͊̄̍͞-̩͚̮͖̱͚́̍͂́-͍̙̗̹͉̝ͥ͛-͚͆̌̚͟-̰͎̲͚̻̳̀̄̀͆ͪͫ͋-ͫ̆͂́̓ͣ-̥͎-̸͔̯͕̂̋̽ͥ͌-̷̾̿͐ͮ͗̾̀-̦̗̻̼̹̰͘ͅ-͚̹̺̖̣̱-͖͖̦̣̳̇ͪ͌̈́ͭ͡-̜̻̘ͨ̎͑̑-̰̩͔͊ͯ̇̔̇̆ͥ-̵̥͚̼͊͂̎-̖͊̿̾-͛ͥͩ҉̳͎̻̯ͅ-͚͓̻̥̣̭̤͂̋̊́ͬ̄̊-̖͇̊̑-̦̱̼̂̈́ͪ͗̉ͬ͝-̌̀̔͑҉̫͉̯-̞̜̺̇̌̾͛-͞-̨̻̌-̼͚̮͊ͭ̚͢-ͤ͐̌̌̇̇ͬ͞-̳̣̲ͬ̒͌͞-̡̖̗͓̰̫̭͌͋-͇̰̩̐̐ͯͩ̃͂̚-̗ͧ̑-̩͇̯͕̫̠̳̈́͐̿-̘ͯͥ͑̒ͩ͢-̷̬̲͔͕̩̬͉̽ͭ-̟̟͓̇̊ͬ̓-̸̥͓̫̦̲͍̘ͦ̄̐ͪ̿-̤̟̳̪̝̭̩̈́̌́ͩ̎̈́͟-̟͚ͬ̆̆̔ͦ͆-̫̫͗̽ͦ̎̊͡-̨̙̭̟̻͈̝ͮͨ͛ͫ̽-͆ͪ-̥̼̠͖̖ͅ-͔͐͗͒ͥ-̛͎̥̮͓̄͆ͬ-̵̥͗ͫ=̢̣̍̎=͔̼͓̤[͚̮ͯ̎̃ͩ̽/ͩͭͦ\̒͌̓ͧ̂̒̚͏͎̫̪͖̣̤͚]̥̤ͅ=̨̞̬̹̜̙͓̐̃̋̃=̝̣ͧ-̒҉̹̬͓̺-̡͚͖ͭͯͮ̈̓̾̾ͅ-̣͉̬͎̖͂̾̏ͧ̌̀-̹̼̻-̶̻̾̿ͧ͗ͅ-̨̯ͥ-ͬ͗-̦͉̩̌ͣͭͣͤͧ̚ͅ-̨̳̙̬͕͎-̞͈̪̖̗̍ͤ-̴̎͂̎ͮ̄ͅ-̗̮͈̬̖̼͖̏ͤͦ̔̐̂-̪̪̪ͣ̾́-̝̖̲̙͍̑ͪ̑͂͢-̩̭̬̠̔̃͗̏̚̚-͎͎̄̌͒̍͗͊-̅̋̔̒҉̟͕̻-̣͓͇̠̳̮̉̌͛̈̀̈́̈́-̭̲̗̓ͭͩͭ͋ͫ͗͟-̮̲̦̮͑͑̏͛ͩ̽ͅ-̵̜͉͆̉͑-͓̬͇̥̘̳̥ͥ̈́-̡̫̰̠̍ͣ̐-̞̞̗͔̬ͫͭ͊̕-̇҉-̥-̬͖̬͙ͥ̚-̦̫͎̈ͨ̋ͫ͗̎̚-̵̭͚̌̉̄-̣̱̻̮ͩͪ̃̀̈́-̴̞̗̈͊̈̐̅-̥ͮͯ-ͬ̀͑̍́͋̕-̛͔͈̠̝̣̺̃ͣ-͆́ͮ҉̺̜͚̩̮-̇̀̚-̢͚̹̇̃-͎͎̠̩̹̭̓̇-̸̳̟͈̓͒-̝̾̈́ͩ-̈́̒-̰-̵̟̗̤̺̉̌ͬ̐̒͋̈́-̥̰̭̹̏͒͊-̸̖͉̤͌̀ͭͭ͛-͓̱͂ͤ̌̃͒ͥ̒-̴̥̬ͬͣ̌-̷͈͕̤͉̝̱ͅ

 

“Ｏ'ＢＡＳＵＬ, ＺＩＮＣＨＩ ＫＫＮＯＴＯＳ”

 

The hands grasp at Haskal, and the man ascends into the roiling depths of Ikuras’ realm. A single scream from Haskal is drowned out by the thousands of maniacly laughing voices tearing out of the rift, and the air screams several shades of violet, indigo and purple before it is shut with a loud crack.

Haskal had been taken. Kknotos was to be made.

 

((Alright, next step to coming back full force. This will explain me not being around for RP for a good while, as Haskal is transformed to Kknotos, due to my exams coming up. Expect updates, however! ))

[susitsu 871]

((mfw plays herald of fear and see this

 

am very, very confused.))

[Huh 91]

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