Into the Unknown

[ImCookiie 1909]

Spoiler

 

 

 

 

{ Art by Acidify }

 

---

 

“Horned King, I am afraid for the future...” He knelt to the ground and bound himself to the tales of monsters. A silent, overbearing and colossal presence had accompanied his travel, until then. He hadn’t felt the relentless damage of the sun for months— but just as the climate changed, so did nature all around him. In fact, the woodland seemed to breathe.

 

“What happened?” And overhead, the ancient branches wept with him. The Horned King heard them groan and sigh, mumbling their profound heartache in time with his own quiet sobbing. He did not understand their words, but their mournful tone was evident. At that, the Man faced the devastation— hundreds of animals slaughtered, either in natural evolution or crushed beneath the weight of those who fled in time.

 

“We witness the consequences of the Unknown. ” An everlasting confinement of solitude dominated the Lion, until the momentous morning he emerged from the depths of destruction. He heard their final pleas and the continuous calls of vengeful purpose. He carried nostalgic demeanour as often as he carried his spear, and longed for the anguished ghost to depart soon.

 

“A little longer...” He bound himself to the Vale then, until the gates came into view. No consolation, nor solace could comfort the Man in preparation for the adventure his kin and peers were obligated to venture into. Months prior, descendants had chosen to delve further into the dangers of the Unknown, and with it, our quest to combat it began.

 

And for centuries, our hearts have beaten in defiance to corruption.

 

Almaris might not ever know of our existence, but our enemies— they will know.

 

---

 

OOC DATE & TIME:

SATURDAY, 17TH OF JULY  @ 5PM EST

 

[WestCarolina 1779]

From a chilling den, glowing amber from the hearth of reclaimed lands stood the Bruin before laid out artillery. She'd sling both spears over her back and sheathed multiple daggers. Miven traversed past the overgrown gatehouse, pivoting to give the Vale one last look. "A true test of many Springs of work. May Bolomormaa protect my Brothers and Sisters."