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The Crimson Returns

 

 

Citizens of Felsen walked to mass in silent prayer to their beloved creator, they sat in their benches and waited for their mass to begin. In the shadows however, a cultist lurked, he dragged the rotten body of a recent murder victim up the stairs and began to tie a noose around it's decayed neck. For years the cult had been murdering innocent civilians to fuel their research, this was but one of many. He cackled in his moment of glory, he would die for the crimson, he would aid in the opening of the eye. He was it's anointed and he took pleasure in his gruesome work. He had a simple message to deliver and he would do so with pride.

 

The cultist mustered what strength he could and threw the corpse over the stone railing. The priest was quick to notice it and screamed in horror, shouts of confusion shook the church's very foundation, confused citizens slowly turned their heads back and gasped in horror. The cult had defiled their place of worship once again. The icy claws of panic grasped the public as they ran out of the church. The priest pointed to the railing and there sat the cultist, his black armor gleamed in the sun, he turned his face to the light and revealed a alabaster face that had been burned and scarred. A brave Nauzican was quick to react and ran after the cultist, he was cornered in the sewer but the cultist smiled and surrendered without a struggle.

 

The Felsen watch stood before the cultist in the palace, the Nauzican slid the cultist's throat and the cultist responded by hissing in some cyclopean language. A guard took a note from the cultist's robes once the cultist stopped in its death throes, it read the following:

 

"People of Felsen, we have come for you. Your church shall be destroyed, your homes shall be burned and the culling of Felsen shall occur. The eye will be opened and you shall be cured of your sickness, the crimson has arrived! Convert or face the wrath of crimson!"

 

 The guards felt sick to their stomach, they could only imagine what horror would await them in Felsen.

 

 

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Willem de Denesle upon hearing word of this cultist, he sips a glass of wine. "The various colors of red is such a overdone concept for names, they should've gone with somethin' more creative like... the 'Beaten Dead Horse.'"

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Crineas re-directs his research efforts to recovering the antique designs of ' Edgy B Gone', echoing the sentiments of his old friend, Lark Steelwall.

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"People have no emotions, they are some sort of undead." Said a certain Ghoul from the wooden throne in the depths of the Abyss with a raspy voice. "No emotions..where is the fear?!"

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A lone Sorcerer ponders, before deciding to cull this organization once again. 

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"Ooga Booga" mocks Wem

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The Bull Druid sighs a moment, shaking his head before a faint smile appearing on his once-scarred face. "The Crimson has arrived." muses the wood elf, his tone somewhat amused. "He can try what he wishes, for I see no true threat and hey, children will do what children do best and throw tantrums for attention." after a moment the druid's sage-coloured eyes would go a dim-red. "Though, if he decides to mess with what I hold dear, I'll show him the strength of the Aspects, are ten-fold the pretender god he worships." Toren remarks snidely, before motioning for his dedicants to walk off with him and back to the grove they went.

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A female dwarf laughs while almost spilling a mug of alcohol. the news being tossed around by loosened tongues of strangers in public.

 

One thing subtly passes from the woman's mouth.

 

"More nonsense ta be purged in time.. I be sure someone will off them all soon enough.." 

 

She'd slam down the remaining liquid to then let her thoughts roam on the latest news heard.

 

 

 

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Mayor Piero Gradic frowns deeply upon hearing the news.

 

"It seems the cult returns, and so we must double our effort to wipe out this scourge once and for all."

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Eath'lur polishes his kit of dual-wield burning legendary katanas, preparing himself mentally to kick the trash can

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6 hours ago, Angmarzku said:

"People have no emotions, they are some sort of undead." Said a certain Ghoul from the wooden throne in the depths of the Abyss with a raspy voice. "No emotions..where is the fear?!"

"It's hard to be afraid of something that isn't scary," says Charles.

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"Is this in reference to a woman's... time of the month?" Thae asks aloud in a tone of disgust, as he overheard citizens of Felsen mocking the Cult's announced arrival.

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