Hell in Haverlock

[Shmeepicus 4217]

The Hell in Haverlock

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     A group of folks hailing from all realms and races gathered before the gates of Haverlock. Their self-designated leader handed out torches, gesturing to one of them. 

 

     “Go forth- go forth and bring ruin.” He muttered softly, as the chosen disciple stepped forth and tossed a torch unto the gates that lay before them. Fire took hold within the kindling laid at it’s base and it quickly erupted into flame, spreading that destruction throughout the rest of the gatehouse.

 

     Their leader motioned them all forth- a pentagram bleeding a terrifying hue of red and orange forming above him as two imps flew from it as if the air itself had conjured them. 

 

     “Lay waste to this city.” He commanded them simply- as they took it upon themselves to fetch torches and flew off into the black sky. Within an hour- the majority of Haverlock was engulfed in a wretched and illuminating flame, empty homes and shops giving the only life to the deserted settlement- deserted but for seven who stood before the Cathedral. It was there they gathered and they quickly made their way up the steps and into the Church, seating themselves before the dais. 

 

     One was captured- who shall not be named- an Orenian who themselves gave blood so that the ritual might succeed. Their leader drew a circle of blood on the ground before the dais of the Church, four following to draw runes and contribute what they may to the ritual.. when all was nearly done- the leader called.

 

     “Now.” He uttered- and a tome that had been opened flew through the air and floated before one of their own. Words were muttered that would cause suffering to any who had heard them- and once more their leader spoke, calling out upon the ritual circle that had been created.

 

     “Weep, world. Cry in pain. We call forth all of that which you so desperately hide. We bind you, we make a mockery of you. Bleed forth from lungs corrupted by the hells.” A few moments passed, silence was all that was audible and finally he uttered, “Am’krimth.”

 

     Those not knowledgeable of the sorcery they wielded visibly contorted at the uttering of that word- silence once again falling, the air still. It was heavy and thick as hellish flames were offered into the ring of bloody runes. For a moment- the mosaic tiles of the church were scorched and shortly after faded away. Reality around them seemed to bend and suddenly- a snap and hiss before a distinct rune within the circle flickered into existence- made of that same flame that was poured into it.

 

     A new glow shined in from the stained windows that dotted the Cathedral, that same hellish fire had circled around the Church unnaturally - wrapping it in unintelligible whispers and dancing shadows as a set of gates formed beyond the Church’s doors. In the darkening sky above- almost cutting into the blueness of the sky, formed a massive ring of fire that hovered above the accursed city. 

 

     By all accounts - this once holy site was now corrupted, claimed by those who inhabit and summon the hells. A church was consumed, some old prophecy slowly being enacted upon this wretched realm. What would be next?

 

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A man sat within the church's confines, meditating as the multitude of voices fought within this head. Earlier each had yearned for progress though now they chatted with delight, feeding off of each others energy. 

 

A feeling of bliss seeped within his skin - his bones. He was happy, his first work enacted upon the lands for all to see. He was thankful to all those who attended, his students, disciples. They were on the right path and there was perhaps something left to live for in this wretched world. 

 

The hells licked upon the surface once more.

[rukio 8924]

"What in Xan's name is going on in Oren?" Asks a rather annoyed blonde elf, hands on her hips, towards a fellow elf. @Valannor

[SapphirePool 1360]

A dame, so bent on revenge of those who wronged her lay unconscious now. She knew not what she had done, nor contributed to. She only wanted her reprieve from those despicable nightmares- but as she awoke she realized the gravity of it. She had helped do unto others something far worse than what had been done unto her decades beforehand. 

 

Yet the bitterness still lingered. And as her forehead was carved into leaving a mark of weakness, that's what she realized she was. Weak, consumed by rage and hatred, resentment. She spoke no displeasure of the branding. It only showed others what she truly was- Weak

[Valannor 6405]

3 hours ago, rukio said:

"What in Xan's name is going on in Oren?" Asks a rather annoyed blonde elf, hands on her hips, towards a fellow elf. @Valannor

 

A Leprous Wyrmstalker looked upon the carnage from the inside of her strange walking machine. 

 

"I love the smell of Alchemical flame in the morning."

[Burnsider 4566]

A Dove opened her eyes and looked around. The light around the grotto was dim and she shook her head. How long had she been gone that the glory of GOD had left this place? She tested her wings and found herself strong again. With a rush, she rose from the grotto and looked over the land. 

 

In the distance, there was fire and destruction. She flew towards it and looked over what remained of Haverlock. "Such blasphemy," she whispered to herself. "Called back to the Skies and the Usurper comes and destroys that which I protected. She sat there, waiting for my absence, knowing that one day I would be called by the Lord again."

 

A flash of anger dissolved into tired sadness. The Dove was always one step behind. Then, grim resolve. "I must find the Shepherd."

[satin 7600]

A figure paced inside a cave, quite annoyed.

Remon, have you heard of what's-

Remon?

[AfroJoeTheOlogBro 1095]

A grand, hungering creature danced about and consumed the ashes of what was left. He had slept through the actual razing, but that doesnt mean he'd skip out on a perfectly good meal of dust and bricks to join the festivities.