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The End of Days

 

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Arcas is upon the threshold of yet another continental war. Descendants pursue a mindless slaughter time after time, in the name of monarchs that time will forget.

 

To the north, grow horrid mutants, eating and killing one another. Gaining horrid mutations to allow them to further taint their body. 

 

To the south, cults prepare horrid hydras. Made of decaying flesh and fish. These creatures drool and bleed a thick substance able to turn any organic matter to bone, rapidly and within seconds of contact. 

 

And all across Arcas, the prolonged use of Voidal magic has welcome new tears in reality. One such tear appeared early upon Arcas, but was sealed. Now, the land is littered with these tears in reality. These tears bring further corruption, waging war with all of Arcas. But Arcas turns a blind eye, whilst others struggle against the void. Their in-fighting only welcome the slow, methodical, extinction of sentient life. The Void, which begets all things marches forth. 

 

Each passing day, vain attempts are made to seal the Void, the Vast Empty. But it’s corruption spreads, ripping apart the skies themselves. 

 

The forces sent to the tears to seal them thoroughly are vastly too low, the Void is winning. For it brings war, but it does not seek to hold land. 

 

It seeks to bring this world into the Vast Empty. Every man, woman and child tossed into the Void to become one with its essence. 

 

The brink of extinction is upon us, in-fighting only proving to be the Voids boon as it leads successful campaigns across reality as we know it. 

 

Soon the tears will reach such a size that entire armies of the Void born shall march forth. Before them they shall raze every city to the ground, every child will be killed. The streets of  every“civil” nation will be flooded with Voidal horrors. Your monarchs will fall, your children shall be killed, your wives and husbands slaughtered before the Eldritch invaders. 

 

But Arcas turns a blind eye to the threat of the Void, instead they wish to wage war with one another. Each attempt made is vastly to weak to seal these tears. Each passing day the tears grow and grow. 

 

Soon the fight will be on your door step. 

 

Soon every one of us might know the bitter kiss of a inky black oblivion as our souls are rendered null and void within the Vast Empty. 

 

The clock ticks ever slowly In this battle of survival, the descendants are loosing. 

 

Edited by FunkyBunch101
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A Snow Elf would pin a missive just under this missive! 

 

 

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19 minutes ago, ABruhhMoment said:

A Snow Elf would pin a missive just under this missive! 

 

 

Only time shall tell know the fate of this realm. I believe these are steps your former Monarch will smile upon, may the Aspects rest his soul. Any who stand against these horrors must band together, each blade counts, each soldier who gives their life dies in glory. 

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