A Brewing Storm

[TheWyrdWolf 1532]

 

 

“All our lives we have been blinded to the truth of this world, fed falsehoods by those who would call themselves Deities. We were given life by a Creator who does not care and forsaken by the Aenguls to suffer for all eternity. Believe me child when I say, this is a mercy. Through transcendence you shall have your eyes opened to the truth of this world and those of Stygian Hollow shall be freed next. This is just the beginning."  - Words spoken to Abyasa in his final moments.

 

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All is quiet in Stygian Hollow as crows gather atop buildings to overlook the sleeping settlement. The pale moon hangs ever present in the sky overhead, casting it’s pallid glow over the landscape and the forms of the various shadowy figures clambering the walls to make their way into the city undetected.

“This is the place?” comes the raspy voice of one of the figures before the leader comes to offer their reply.

“This is the place. Hang the body and disperse, our work is only just beginning.” the lead figure offered in return.

And so those hooded figures did fade into the shadows, going undetected in the night. As the moon falls below the horizon and the sun comes to rise, the first rays of sunlight illuminate the form of a young man hanging from a tree near the town square.

 

 His body was covered in deep lacerations and bruises, his eyes missing. A single sign was nailed to the mans chest.

“This is what happens to those who follow in the cursed light of the Aenguls. Repent your sins and you shall have your eyes opened to the truth of this world. Sthalme'etyun narn'malifkar” the hands of the body are sewn together, as if in prayer.

And so the warning had been left.. These grim tidings were just the beginning, a storm was brewing in Stygian Hollow and people were going missing.

[Pintape 170]

 Othorion Indoren Iron'Heartz was merely eating from a sweet potato sugar cookie outside his home. His world was filled with bliss and glee, becoming stronger with every bite. Soon, his happiness was disturbed... A crow seemingly flew from out of nowhere in his direction! With a menace, it snatched the heavenly sugar cookie he was holding and he slammed his fist on the ground, shouting; "Damn you stupid crow..! Give me back my cookie!" It did not respond...

 

The crow now sat on the tree above him where it shat just beyond his form, displaying it's dominance on the poor and heart-brokened 'ker.

[hotbox_monk 1049]

A figure loomed in the background as townsfolk gathered, spewing rumors and un-educated guesses.  The town-crier began to tell the end of days and folk took up pitchfork's as they began to grow in despair of what might happen next.  Though the figure did not follow suit, he instead went his own way and began to make his own preparations for the days to come. . .

[AnonymousAlexa 3890]

Upon hearing word of the missing persons of Stygian Hollow, Elsil’Ceru promptly set out alongside her Rustler brigands in search of the culprit!

[Moonish_Imp 208]

A mixed flurry of emotions may be what one feels from glimpsing the corpse. Among these, an underlying tone of  approval would drift into the dizzying brew...

 

For during his life, the lad led a meaningless existence. Unknown to many, with poor choices strewn about the near invisible path he walked.

Only in death did Abyasa gain meaning. Recognized as one of the first to go missing within the brewing storm...