Aknu'gul; the rebirth

[Tsuyose 3285]

“Men knew no desolate man ‘till they greeted the aged Shade; an eldritch blight that afflicts the very core of man, elf, orc, and dwarf; descendants of Rilath’s heritage although unlike He, the very first to conquer the Shadow, they have fallen far from their path except two; the forefathers of their infamous Coven. Solace escapes the man who succumbs to the Betrayers plight for power - they are of His offspring, the inbred taint that now scorches the unfortunate man. They are, after all, Shades. Make no mistake in trusting these ill folk for their minds are ravaged and have cast their souls asunder.

 

The southern winds blew strong as the searing sun illuminated the sky albeit soon faded as a vicious storm had begun to brew, seemingly from nowhere as it grasped unto the tethers of the battering winds -- snow and rain cast from the heavens alongside the odd thunderbolt; deep within the mountainous regions a lone elf wandered the snowy mountainside, pacing toward the ruins situated upon the peak of a certain mountain as he bore a crystal in his right hand, gauntlet gripping it taut in a protective manner, keeping the charged Ore from the endangering winds.

 

Eventually, he arrived, pacing down the twisting stairs and into the grand hall with his weary gaze cast upon the gathered folk, the aged and eldritch man scowled as a loose flame flickered in his direction, illuminating the shadow cast over his face to reveal the face of their forefather. The sinister elf scoffed aloud, gathering the attention of Ostil as the two nodded heads. Drawing back from the halls they chose naught but two of their brethren to follow and ensure their safety, clambering down the ladders into the alcove where a crimson seal lay beside the doors; Vorroch advanced near, pausing with his right arm elevated to stroke his digits along the length of the three scarlet runes. With a sharp sigh the rocky-esque veil would fade as Vorroch paced onward, gesturing Ostil onward to which the two fathers marched onward, traversing the musk-filled cavern with the odd rock hanging loose.

 

“Aknu’gul, may the unwinding halls forever twist.”

 

The eldritch elf uttered, sliding a key along the length of the mossy wall which caused the large stone slab before the emaciated figure to slide to one side with a lingering groan -- revealing the abyss within. Scarlet markings littered the ebony flooring in a pattern of sorts whereas thin trails of blood would pool along the scarlet engravings that spanned up along the floor, and wall. Within the center of the runic flooring would sit an altar bearing an engraving scorched along its core -- the two paced onward, settling the charged Ore over the altar as it’d hover loosely above its mantle as it cast a scarlet hue to its immediate surroundings, illuminating the once dark cavern.

 

As both their gaze snaps an ebony hue, an opaque aura would cascade around both their visages whereas their digits curled in taut with an ever-consuming smog brewed around their wrists; emaciated figures taking two steps forth to elevate their arms with their palms jutted forth -- the aura emanating from the Ore riveted, circulating as the volatile material rumbled beneath the might of the two Shade Fathers; from thereon the light began to dissipate, vanquished via the relentless darkness as the bellowing smog drew down their aura became semi-transparent to reveal the foul blight that afflicted their souls, one darker than the other albeit meant little, their intentions were the same as the shadow lurched onward, conjoining to encircle the enriched crystal. As the volatile material continued to expunge its voidal power the aura it produced became fat with Shade blight with the odd rumble along the caverns the material grew unstable, the catalyst, uncertain.

 

As time grew on the two elves fell tired as they continued to expunge a mass amount of shade blight in order to corrupt the volatile material and as they reached their climax, the scarlet runes illuminating a dull hue -- the voidal gem cast aside its once purple-hue, replaced via an ebony blight which afflicted the crystal to its very core; the crystal began to thrum.. humming with an ominous sound which resonated along the twisting halls, distorting the ears of the Shade ilk that had gathered for the creation of the crystal -- their nightmares became certain as each, and every one, would succumb to the illusion of the Gem, their fears became an abhorrent reality for naught but three minutes as they were left to scramble in absolute horror, and then, the illusion would fade, and a scarlet light would flash throughout the cavern alongside a thunderous roar akin to the storm plaguing Vailor -- the re-forging was complete; Aknu’gul had been born, a crystal unlike any present gem, but alike the gem of old, the fabled Shade Gem.

 

Eventually, the two would awaken to a low whisper plaguing both their minds albeit didn’t resonate from their core it bubbled forth from the eldritch crystal, Vorroch stood tall with his digits curled in taut with as he uttered aloud in a low albeit exhausted tone;

 

“Solace has ever fled the mind of a Shade for their souls are ever tormented via the curse of blight; succumbing to the power will only draw you closer, listening to its devilish whispers, will only draw you closer, to the fate, that is inevitable; their last salvation to witness light in its ethereal visage once more is bound to the fate of a singular man -- the beholder of the eternal prison. Every action, step, and way, scorches their soul further; only the strongest will survive, and even then, can they traverse the eldritch plane? No man has seen true desolation until they have survived the shadowed curse, the ever-consuming blight, our plight shan’t be forgotten -- our family, is more than a brotherly bond -- it is our way of life.

 

Though you may bend the curse to your desire, no man will ever escape the wrath that the Shade hath brought unto their person, forever plagued, and alone, their fears will become a reality, and that reality, will become an abhorrent albeit twisted version of their once loved life. You’ll soon discover the fate of the Shade; men and women plagued with a curse unlike any other albeit pertains an unfathomable power. Aknu’gul shall preserve our might, the catalyst to our plight.”

 

 

Spoiler

As the two arose from their steady position and elf’s words came to its climax, they were struck with an deathly cold as it encompassed their visage; an insatiable hunger for the chaotic ire of destruction; the desolate men were left awestruck.. as they were temporarily enlightened into the death they had forged -- to the two overlooking their forefathers a subtle image would flick across their gaze, hovering behind the backs of Ostil and Vorroch, fading as quickly as it came.

 

 

Aknu’gul was a Shade Gem unlike any other.

 

[Apologies for any grammatical errors, this was a swift write up.]
 

[Geo 1415]

Somewhere, in a cold, cold hovel, a mime shudders at the thought of shades.

 

((Not going to lie, pretty sweet, man.))

[Zarsies 6795]

A sarcophagus perpetually rolls about on its sides, hovering in the air and constantly turning.

[Delmodan 855]

The hollowed screams were maddening. The nightmares that plagued her mind for many years finally becoming real for those longs moments in time while the illusion took effect. Elleirasa knew not of why she followed the Shade Fathers down here other than aiding if need be. With her breathing staggered, a thin coat of sweat  forms upon her face while she stands recovering from the horrid experience that was brought upon her. Slowly her vision focused back with her gaze shifting towards the two Shade Fathers as Vorroch's voice was heard. She scowled at him yet then her features somewhat soften. Her lips would then part, letting out a lingering sigh for she did not wish to speak in return thus only giving him a nod to show she understood his words.

[Loreq 70]

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[Parkins 550]

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[dandan1350 479]

Almost on instinct for no apparent reason the aging and war-torn cleric raises his head from behind a book and quietly mutters out.

 

"**** that.."

 

Quite unsure of his actions himself he shook his head and began to think when to send out the invites for the next Baelish reunion.

[Ricky 321]

In a cave somewhere an also old and rather bitter, forgetful cleric sits eating a sandwich of a strange concoction. He looks about the cave wondering how the taste of the moss on the wall would add to his sandwich.

 

He then for no apparent reason says "Well ****...." these words hold no reason and pass unnoticed.

 

He then proceeds to plan his children’s story about a duck and an octopus.

[Mephistophelian 977]

"May this usher us into a new era."

Fervent, the Father turns away from the pulsing creation. Though his face betrays no fear, the speed of his escape speaks volumes. Quickly, he is out of the room. Soon, he would plan ways to manipulate the gem. Soon, he would make the Shades more than just a force to fear.

But not now. The creator must be perfect for the creation to work, and he is far from perfect.

[Wendigo 786]

Riondil Seni frowns, he'd look up from his cup of tea and his book. An odd feeling settling over him, a new presence. His head would swivel to examine the room to find nothing, the room solely occupied by no one but himself. He'd shake his head, and go back to reading his book.

[Elad™ 560]

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