Dark Things Wake

[Valannor 6405]

The crumbling crypt wept, the roof’s collapse fracturing the occult spire within.

 

Ponralkar...

 

The blizzard that pervaded the occult blanket of fog howled and shrieked, but the wails of the dead were carried on such frigid winds like dying screams. 

 

Chelion...

 

The waking blackness stirred. The sunlight over the snow-swept city of Wyvrun’s kinder dimmed, remnant souls yet bound slinking to the shadows in fear of the titan awoken.

 

Sukruf.

 

Something reaches from the forgotten depths.

 

Death made manifest, come to collect its due.

[KBR 2046]

A Bygone Scholar stood atop a snow-capped peak, his gaze upon that frozen city. "May their blood wash away sin, may their repentance fuel the Black Sun."  

[TheWyrdWolf 1532]

A Legion of the Damned marches forth under blackened banners and the all seeing gaze of a twisted sun. At their front, an imposing figure clad in armour wrought from infernal flame sets their gaze upon a city now besieged and without their leader. 

"And so it begins.."

[Callum 1009]

"Chul o’tilru Wyrvun liewynh y'kaean" the Archvigilant of War would mutter. Watching the city closely, now tasked with the defence of the city.