Golden Sewers Run Red, 1774

[Lord of Boars 556]

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THE GOLDEN SEWERS RUN RED

13th of Sun’s Smile, 1784

 

     When the sun doth reached its highest point in the sky, succeeding the consecration of The Cathedral of Exalted Owyn, The Brothers of the Flamenic Order of St. Robert gathered in Drumm Hall in defense of a common scourge, scourge all but forgotten in recent year. Those deemed most foul by the wisest of men among us men, horrid worshipers of him most unholy, Iblees.

 

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-A Dark Descent-

 

     Gathered with all the resolve and steadfastness as a pack of wolves, The Brothers, accompanied by affiliated men similarly drawn to the cause, descended into a wretched sinkhole which had emerged in the productive fields of Kaedrin most recently. The group, though well trained, would be entering battle under this regiment for the first time. As they crept into the once sealed Golden Sewers of Ves, an otherworldly odor plagued their nostrils. One of blood, sulfur, and rusted iron. Through the depths they trudged, persevering until the last wisps of natural light were swept from their eyes, the only stronghold of light emanating from a small oil wick lantern. As they turned a corner through a rusted gate, a new sound joined the ambient drips of water and scurrying of pests. The sound of chanting.

 

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-Happenings Most Horrid-

 

     Rounding a corner, the regiment of men came across a small threshold which provided entrance to a sanctum most profane. Surrounding many a demonic sigil lay the prone bodies of the aforementioned scourge, clad in black robes stained by blood. A sacrifice had just been made, and this horrific waste of a life would not go unpunished. Charging into the sanctum valiantly, The Brothers took the cultists by surprise. Only through the bloodshed of the accursed worshipers would the lands The Brothers call home be saved. Although the battle was long and arduous, it was a victory well earned. The entire group of cultists had been slain at the steel of The Order, holding next to no damages to their own legion.

 

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-Faced With Death-

 

     Continuing their campaign through the infested sewers, The Order swiftly dispatched every cultist gathering they encountered, purging the tunnels of Iblees’ influence. Emboldened by their sweeping victories, the joyous men hardily marched into the inner sanctum of Iblees. There they encountered what never could have been imagined. Flexio chants rang in the ears of the men, their skulls pounding with the overwhelming noise. In that room they came face to face with a stone effigy, blood seemingly dripping from its eyes. The effigy depicted Iblees, and at its side was an old man clad in similar robes to the rest, yet somehow more blood-soaked. The man stood up and ceased his chanting, though the chanting did not stop. He cackled maniacally as he revealed his abilities, a hemomancer emboldened by his worship of Iblees.

 

    Verily so, through GOD’s favor alone did The Order succeed in this encounter. After dozens of failed attacks on the ancient hemomancer, one lucky strike was found true through a gap in his defense. The effigy was shattered, and so too was the hemomancer’s will to go on. He collapsed, begging to be put out of his misery. His pleas were swiftly answered as his blood joined the many pools dotting the stone floor of the sanctum. 

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Recruitment:

Should any able-bodied man or woman wish to join our ranks in the fight to protect His faithful, they should further a notice to The Order’s address.

 

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