A DEMONIC PYRE

[Mescaffier 6197]

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A lone figure sat atop a hill within the Orenian countryside, a flask held tight within their grasp. Before them stood a small farmhouse, upon its door, labeled ...

 

"Arthur & Prim's Farmhome".

 

Its noise wrinkled in disgust, and with a great swing, swung the bottle it held toward the roof of the abode. Black flames erupted and smoke began to rise, already eating away at the sodden wood and stone. The animals held in their pens shrieked and cried as the pyre grew and the flora was burnt to naught.

 

 

As the foundations of that home trembled, it gave way, sending the second floor toppling to the ground and scattering along the wheat & rye. Gusts of ash and soot rained over the hills, blackening the horizon even as the sun beamed down and the trees swayed, wildlife scampering and fleeing such a scene. The perpetrator itself, however, wandered on without a care as it halted again before the crumbled foyer -- and as it knelt down and arched its blade to swing, a pyre of malflame rose and scorched the earth. Demon's ichor wept into the dirt, and though soiled beyond any possible use, remained as some sickly reminder, or warning. 

 

 

 

Those who came to view the aftermath would find a demonic pentacle shaped in some wicked amalgamation of substances upon the dirt, and infernal's blood mixed into the soil around it. A small shard of burnt wood sat within its center, written upon in charcoal. Though most of it is legible, one might note, however, that the very last line is indecipherable; strangely burning one's eyes as though they'd begun to stare into the sun. 

 

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"Ask not for whom the bell tolls, dearest Primrose --

nor ask the sickly Orenians who toil in the same strife as you --

and neither ask the diminished, nor the outcasts of such a vile society.

 It tolls for thee. 

It connects us all, and all are connected through it.

 

Your's, Faithfully and Eternally,

The Harbinger, Bygone Lord of Yahz'nethdev, Prophet of Embers, Lord of Lords.

Razi a ubyz blothr, burz, undere serthekhur."

 

 

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[FredrickTeufel 356]

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Hey wait a minute, this isn't Bardmancy. . .

 

[MapleSunflower 1889]

Primrose Gendik entered the scorched house and peered to the pentagram and message written for her. All she said was, "I knew this place was cursed... Always knew it." Prim tsked, turning to leave the house and return home to tell her husband of the news.