Scuba 418 Share Posted March 2, 2017 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VB8Aym0pkEI “Somnithel, harken my words.” The Rot, Dark, and Hunger was mantled upon the shoulders of those perceived to be incomplete beings. Becoming, or became undead, both afflicted and snuffed from their once brimming flame. Warmth, previously pulsing through thine body became robbed by Somnithel’s terminal rot. Where there was rot, then too Dark was seen in its obscurity. Afterwards, Hunger striked, making a final step into the pit of undeath. None who haven’t experienced the wilting of their flesh until asunder could fathom its comprehension. A ravaging, plaguing curse bounding our souls in a constant gnawing wrought. In time’s scheme existed a people destined for self-ruin; too timeless as perennial flowers. “A true hero isn’t measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of his heart.” Men, Women, Man, Woman, collected in their warmth weren’t captivated in madness as they had earthly vices. They’re allowed to drink, bond, grow, feel warmth, and the warmth that outpours from the soul. Where flesh is unbeknownst, instead replaced with forlorn sorrow much like others. Sadness is the key that allows us the vision to see clearly past the fog. We’re gifted the flame that burns clairvoyance, albeit we don’t always foresee it. This in fractured realm of shattered glass must be embarked on to weave fertile ground for our brethren. Make your sadness weapons against this world. Our hexed souls have undergone measure greater than what Gods can perceive. Those who have holy ingrained in them by their deity essence, nor normal Man can steal that away. They’ve wronged us all as a taint that takes lighter form, however that must be put aside. When reclamation reaps what would you have etched into this realm’s corners? Spring from your coffins, graves, and remember this new age of renewal that has already begun spinning violently. We’re not at mercy of the waves, but the waves that carry ideology. “The dark will be ours,” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Share Posted March 2, 2017 "Fire for Somnithel..." said Gareth Hawthorne. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jentos 9425 Share Posted March 2, 2017 6 hours ago, Hero_Prodigy said: A certain legionnaire remembers stabbing Somnithel through the chest with his aurum blade. A certain lich reminds him that you dont kill a spook by plunging a sword in it. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ScreamingDingo 20568 Share Posted March 2, 2017 9 hours ago, ScubaSteveee said: "A true follower of the eternal dragon. Perhaps they shall be granted the flame, the ones they seek for their former lives once again. Mayhaps the purpose of my experimentation shall be fruitful." The Darkstalker would rest infront of his shrine, a large ouroborus carved into the old and decrepit stone. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Share Posted March 3, 2017 10 hours ago, Niccum said: A certain Kaedreni man reminds his legionnaire that arbalests kill everything. Gareth Hawthorne fingers his arbalest, smirking to himself. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chthonian_ 100 Share Posted March 3, 2017 Ornias would speak to himself to spoil things as per usual giving off a slight smirk "How deep.." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
trinn 5146 Share Posted June 8, 2017 Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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