Valannor 6345 Share Posted June 9, 2021 Within the gloomy caverns of the Deep Roads, tainted and foul by that ghoulish ‘geist of ages yore, two souls stepped forth into the unending darkness, bearing sanctified moonlight to drive away the blackened ichor of Ebrietaes - a profane sacrament of pale, which clung to the depths where Musin played. Soon thereafter, a terrible shriek and wail of abject perdition would be heard to ring out across the Underkingdom, with an invocation of a forsaken daughter murmured lowly in unknown temperance to all as blessed ithildin shone bright from the maw of the beast’s lair. The glow of Slystel and bioluminescence in the caverns brightened, the air crisper than e’er it had been in recent years ‘afore - the banishment of a foul and damnable spirit had hallowed these grounds, at least for a time… Within the lair to any dwed who came to investigate the disappearance, upon the unhallowed throne of silver - now left unoccupied - would be engraved a roaring Lion, gleaming in amber hue and laden with flexian scripture and consecrated runework. A lance wrought from painted gold hung in its maw. The Goat of Crimson had been made to flee; by blade or word, however, nary a soul could say. Spoiler Special thanks to @AfroJoeTheOlogBro for the roleplay he provided to Urguan for the month or so his Haunt was around, and for the lovely antag roleplay he gave to us when we came to purge his haunt! 17 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
AfroJoeTheOlogBro 1093 Share Posted June 9, 2021 A creature that had found respite, for once not in ravenous hatred, but in the spun tale of those would stand before a wretch, and see only a man, wandered through the roads of the deep, making a slow ascent out of such place. Pausing to stare up at the radiant moon, a glimmer of peace sank upon the King, no longer tormented by his own lamenting spirit. A gift, to be sure, even if it only lasted a moment... 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
rukio 8910 Share Posted June 9, 2021 Spoiler "I'm tired haelun. Lets head home, ti?" Mused the disguised figure of Aobh Aldin as they ascended the staircase. A slight limp of her left leg could be noted by those who watched the two depart the dwarven fortress. I can't help but feel bad for them. Trapped here against their own will Some day we'll figure out how to help them move on But for now...rest She'd muse over this sentiment on the long journey back to Elysium, back home, as plagued with war and conflict as it had been for years. She found contentment with her family, yet her thoughts lingered on that corrupted soul, empathy for his plight fresh in her mind. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BDanecker 858 Share Posted June 9, 2021 Upon the daily tasks at hand, paying his Workers, stocking his Clan Coffers, and making Deals, the driven Lord of the Aurokanar finds his check-in of the gastly hole... uneventful. A step into the caverns illuminated by Slystel bioluminescence and sulphur proves to not flood his mind of those he had lost. The golden dwed makes his way with plodding steps of golden sabatons through the view of great mushrooms and fungus, a tower shield and spear of wrought of kings in hands, though, neither would be needed on this day. He stops at the throne, and smirks to see his "gift" of silverish gilding still poured out. Though, the sight of the Lion's Pride's sigil on the throne instead of the baleful Goat gives him pause, and then a tinge of remorse. Perhaps the adage that enemies can be missed simply because they are easy to hate rang true in this moment for the dwed of two centuries. Vile-filled words fling from his mouth despite the victory in words of "Fockeh damned learned ta nae mess wit' Dwedki round these parts. Good riddance. Took t'a so called 'Holy Knights' long enough. Worthless rabble." he laments to himself in that cave, as if slight remnants of The Mournful Goat's influence still racked his mind in that place, or even a greater story held within the dwed's mind. Regardless, he tread on out of the cave, to continue with life as death lay behind him, a scar down the middle of his face carrying the tale of The Goat wherever he went. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cheezzy_Garlik 502 Share Posted June 9, 2021 “Hah, ah saw ‘im die” Laughed Dhain Metalfist in his lab 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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