Apocryphal Scriptures: I

[Apocrypha 82]

 

"The seed is sown, the bane comes.. It will fall, it will herald the end times."

 

 

 

 

"From the north, the darkness comes. They thirst for the souls of men, corruption incarnated by domination. Their vessels have been chosen, the thrice cursed children of the Rurikid. Doomed to corruption from the false flame, they shall succumb to the Daemonic taint. The north will burn in false fire, purification replaced by damnation. They will claim their skulls, a thirst for blood the likes of which men cannot possess."

 

"To the east, they have breached the rings. That which dwelled between the Aether, which is older than antiquity and seeks the flame. That which the mana spurned, has once again taken form from the wytch-spawned void they sought to tame, it thirsts. It will have its due.. Such is the price of arrogance."

 

 

"From the depths, the vermin flee. Their hunger gnaws at the roots of this paltry ceiling, soon they will flood the gates of Providence. A great tide befitting of such vermin, they will feast upon the flesh of unworthy men. A punishment to those who would claim the legacy of Horen-kin, unfit to rule and unfit to call themselves the inheritors of men. Soon after, the enemy shall follow them forth and they shall fall. The darkness rising from beneath the world to consume the stagnant and the prideful."

 

 

 

 

Edited November 28, 2021 by Apocrypha

[Lojo613 1445]

11 hours ago, Apocrypha said:

"The seed is sown, the bane comes.. It will fall, it will herald the end times."

The eyes of Kulthark’Izig widen in a haruspex induced haze. Blood drips from his fingers as they read the grizh, dancing amongst the viscera, fortelling dark omens. His breath quickens, his heart rate rises, and fear grips the usually stoic uruk. A name slips from his lips as its baleful tidings beckon, “SYLVANOR NIGHTBANE.”

Edited November 28, 2021 by Lojo613