Behold, The Sunless Sky

[Lhindir_ 3436]

Behold, The Sunless Sky

There was a great, menacing hole at the bottom of the earth, in the lowest cave, in the deepest dungeon. Within it, there was only swirling darkness, with specks of white like stars to the universe. And the entire area fell subject to dimly lit torches, which shone unto the air, revealing a ghastly black smog that snaked throughout the cave with serpentine proficiency. Before this rift of darkness where the energy emanated, stood a pale man, with gray hair that was slicked back, and he adorned elegant red robes with golden lining; a man of wealth, it would seem.

“Ostromir… what have you done to deserve this?” the man spoke to himself.

 

His hands shook; one wielding a knife, that almost slipped with the amount of sweat he was producing. His pale complexion was riddled with dirt and grime, so too leaking down unto his previously pristine fabric. And the clearly disturbed Count was taken aback with sudden force, his mind was torn from him and chained deep within a prison of his own mind’s making.

 

"This... this is the nature of sin." a voice seemed to murmur gently into his ear, with a lisp that hissed like a snake. But there was nobody there. 

 

It was then that thoughts flooded his mind, memories of things which plagued him for as long as he could remember. He saw everything in his life go by in an instant, but it felt like reliving each day individually to Ostromir. First, the death of his family. Then, seconds later, he saw Hera rekindling his hope by serving as his father figure, and Catalina as his mother. But then, his visage grew dark, a frown forming on his face as he once more recalled the pitiful servant, of whom he murdered. It was a torment, reliving this scene day in and day out, as if it were his duty to suffer. As well, there was Wilhelmina, who incited envy in his soul after seeing her getting married.

 

“I know naught of why I did this, for there was no true hate within my heart.” mumbled that Raevir, after witnessing himself beat Tanith without any true excuse in his memory.

 

These thoughts were gone as fast as they came, but Ostromir was still trapped in a melancholic cloud of limbo, where he lingered on the edge of the despicable rift- knife in hand, and pain in his eyes.

“Behold, the Sunless Sky.” 

 

 

 

 

 

((Credits to @Wizard of NOZ for being a based writer. This is not public information btw.))

[JoanOfArc 4586]

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Noz is one of my favorite writers. Kudos for the work, king.

 

[QliphothicCorvid 177]

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Based and blackpilled

 

[Hephaestus 1317]

"To Petra, then I came;" WAS said of one, wretched philistine –– at that burgonet and scalp of his, wherewith its crest deigned herald a mane of hoar locks, laden by the brand of many a snows, he took unto himself the liberty of pressing to an incline, in the dip wrought of it; unseaming the stoic steeliness in its naves verily to a permeating lower. "… Met with a host, ever retching, and writhing at the wick of its spine; where it came to tell a haunting tangle of vile psalms."

 

THITHER, even should he have encumbered those age-stricken lineaments of his, surmised there be a strait reckoned betwixt either a lip, wherein blister unto blister concurred its long fester for a malady, parting thus to cede his rasps to a resounding query: "Whence cam'st thou, thing of the Long Death's diaspora?" BUT he sought no adage of the loathing, lichen thing, making harken of the abject horrors he, himself, let curdle to gauge the very iniquity of the sacrament. "Whence cam'st thou, host aught clad in sable; and, shalt ye' smite the men of Petra, even shall their counts amount to fifty-thousand and threescore?"

 

LO', that whither the time tolled unto the mass of men, accoutred in vice, a grievous thing became of the tenebrous sum. Of its churning surfeit, surely there rapt a great several tendons of pure, fructuous black, even did it take a dark so wicked, it surmised be greater than that of the Sunless Sky. Time's pendulum yearned be drawn, in that indomitable scene, and the men of Petra reckoned their come to kindling, two eyes in the blackness thither. Even, did that abomination claim each last corner, and countenance of the liturgical chamber, and anointed the thanes of this congregation in a nefarious malaise, in drawing shade hereof.

 

BUT nary a one of them betrayed their lord, nor quenched his malady.

 

"You art come on the wings of Death then, Lich?" TOLD one amongst them, in the moment whence he gawked so long into the abyss, that it were beckoned, that the abyss stared back.

 

"Then, it is true; we are the secret."

 

AND then, there drew a quietude.

 

                                                 

 

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@Formenost @Lhindir_

 

 

[Child Neglecter 2128]

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[Nozgoth 2897]

“And so the wretched will toil, trapped within a waste-less abomination, the cycle of death broken, yet begun anew at once.” muttered some elf with quivering lips.

 

 

5 minutes ago, JoanOfArc said:

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Noz is one of my favorite writers. Kudos for the work, king.

 

((Thanks man))

Edited April 23, 2021 by Wizard of NOZ

[𝙻𝚞𝚟 XO 3062]

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((Noz with the gang gang writing, I’m drooling. Proud of you, Lhindir, doing the big boy shizzzzz))

 

[Monomakhos 1837]

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Dobrov?

 

[Tigergiri 2859]

50 minutes ago, Yeagerist said:

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Dobrov

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Dobros?

 

[DahStalker 2839]

Somewhere in her personal hell a faux-Auvergne cradled the stem of a glass within her thin and calloused digits, savoring the flavor of a deep crimson brew. The wretched Dubois mused with the thought of the cursed Carrion in his youth, delving on the bitterness of her vintage. "I hate Ostromir." She remarked simply to herself and none else. A sporadic remark for a sporadic woman enjoying entirety in her hell. 

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nice post

 

Edited April 24, 2021 by DahStalker

[Omen Prince 387]

"We men are the monsters, now."