Rise Of The Creatures

[Knights5544 485]

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Giffmy'gnu zu'ghaaz,

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Giffmy'gnu zu'pzym,

 

 

The peaceful evening is broken by a ghastly-scream. The sound of thundering-hooves echo throughout the night, accompanied by more ear-piercing screams. The agonizing screams do not end at that point. The gruesome sound of iron upon bone is heard from miles away, it's almost as if you can feel the pain of the townspeople. Wails from children, grieving from now-widows, inarticulate yelling from fathers.

"Why does the Creator do this to us?" ponder many.

 

 

Flames lick the sky, allowing all to see from around the realm. The sound of buildings collapsing delight's the warriors' ears as they pillage and kill the women and children, torturing them, making their last moments as painful as their own deaths were. Many of the townspeople try and escape the carnage, sluggishly-running past the foul creatures that stood before them, only to have their efforts met with the creature's blade.

"Why does the Creator do this to us?" ponder many.

 

 

Only a few peasants, that of unknown identity, have managed to escape their supposed doomed-fates at the township, running through the damned-battlefield until they reached a town; Petrus. The peasants, frantic, collapse onto the benches of the church, begging and crying at the guards to believe their stories of the horrifying-scene while allowing the others to rest. 

"Why does the Creator do this to us?" ponder many.

 

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Udolin zu'Iblees,

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Doo'mah zu'kraemsal,

 

 
 

Back at the city of the damned rest the souls of the many, killed by these creatures that many of the townspeople refer to as "spawn of Iblees", "creatures of the night" and some even refer to them as the old folk-tale creature known as the blood-omen.

While the townspeople converse at the church, there sits one wise-man riddled with wisdom as shown by his wrinkles upon his body.

 

 

"Those creatures 'ou speak 'f . . . They not be what 'ou believe they are. Dese creatures be damned, creatures that 'xist only to walk 'em paths they walked 'fore-hand. Most folk call 'em Gravens . . ."

 

"Dese Gravens . . . Nay . . . They be somethin' of an ill nature, tainted." the wise peasant would start rubbing his chin, "Yes . . . Yes . . . Dese be from 'nother happenin' . . . Recently . . . I be at the church and a man donnin' armor be yellin' of Iblees, left afterthat 'ough." the wise peasant rubs his head, "Thing is 'ough, is that the man was by 'imself yet he had some sort 'f crown . . . Yea . . . Those creatures, they be his." the wise peasant places his staff onto the bench next to him, laying down onto the bench and falling into a deep slumber.

"Why does the Creator do this to us?"  says the wise peasant in his sleep.

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Razi a ubyz blothr, burz, undere serthekhur,

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Ya'lerikah koparrn eg vor,

 

 

 With the village destroyed, the creatures depart; these creatures are only mildly-content, these creatures wish for more then just a lick . . . Horses neighing echoes throughout the solemn-night is accompanied with the embers from the still-burning inferno which has engulfed the surrounding lands.

If any of the townspeople were still semi-conscious, the sound of thousands of hooves hitting stone would be heard, just a hint of it though, before their souls departed from their bodies.

The townspeople, however, were not the only ones who heard the terrifying hooves. In fact, if you perk your ears it is said that even you will hear the creatures stirring and the horses neighing and galloping throughout the night.

Trot. Trot. Trot.

The galloping is heard by many, gaining speed towards Petrus.

Trot. Trot. Trot.

The galloping can be heard from as-far as the ruins of Aesterwald are.

Trot. Trot. Trot.

The scene of heavily-armored creatures upon fearsome-looking cavalry are vaguely seen by the guards at Petrus, looking from the tower.

Trot. Trot.

The creatures are still not within range of Petrus, making themselves semi-visible, stirring up dust to conceal themselves within the night . . . An armored creature, donning a crown, steps in-front of the rest of the creatures, raising his gauntlet into the air, speaking in a hiss,

"I am Aeglos, the creature you so-wish to destroy. I have slaughtered your children, bedded your wives, and beheaded your kinsmen. I have no regrets, Descendants."

With that being said, Aeglos walks back to his horse, mounting it and leading the rest of the creatures away from the lands.

Trot. Trot. Trot.

"Fear me, Descendants!"

Trot. Trot.

"I will conquer this realm!"

Trot.

The night dies young, with light beginning to shine throughout the lands. As this beautiful-light shines ever-so-brightly, the trotting dies.

"Why does the Creator do this to us?" ponder many.

 

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Razi a ubyz blothr, burz, undere serthekhur,

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((This was the second installment in my Aeglos event-line I'm working on! The event will be based off of forum-posts and IC events, etc. At the moment, there will be peasants residing in Petrus who are from the town that was burned. These peasants will be spreading the word of Aeglos, etc. Enjoy!))

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