The Feasting

[Sorcerio 4712]

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The Crimson King, accompanied by his fell entourage.

 

The earth had been all but silent upon that fateful eve, its breath held captive as if to omen an unseen dread. The air grew cold to the Western-most part of the realm, and dark clouds covered the starlit veil as if to engulf whatever fleeting light remained. 

 

That was when they came: six harbingers of oblivion led by a seventh lord, conjured up from the deep without relent. They overlooked the earth, spying, amidst the embrace of the trees, a city of faded silver and sorcery, besetting themselves upon it to pursue that which they had lost.

 

These were the Riders of Ash-Shaitan…

 

They were ravenous. 

 

And they would leave their mark.

 

-~-

 

The night had passed, but the sun only rose to look upon a bleaker world. Across the vast horizon, daylight revealed a smokey phantom that weaved high atop the woodland trees to the West, the embers like lingering fireflies in the pale murk of the morning. 

 

There had been feasting beneath the dim embrace of night, where man-made beasts had gorged to satisfy their unyielding hunger. But this was no feast of revelry nor act of celebration, and in the wake of their indulgence, something foul had occurred. 

 

The bitter agony of men and women harkened to it in a bitter chorus, the dry autumn air pervaded by the wailing of mothers clutching their young, and the screams of soldiers who had been scarred. The broken bodies of citizens and soldiers littered the square in unceremonious fashion, with their arms soiled by the mud and dirt. Maggots and crows had begun to feed upon the carrion of the deceased, and the aroma of rotting bodies filled the air with its noxious breath. What once had been a city of light and order had now become a place of hunger and dread, for in the shadowy veil of twilight something had stolen away to the streets of Celian’or, the ground soaked with the blood of elves and men alike. 

 

The song of sorrow sung now had shifted in its tone, twisting to become something, not of mourning or defeat, but of horror and unyielding dread. And amidst the choking fumes which clutched the very air,  they knew the harrowing revelation that had spurred this fateful night:

 

That ancient things had once more stirred to roam the world of the living…

 

[ Thanks to all who participated in the encounter! ]

 

Spoiler

Those of you touched by the Crimson King (Lhindir_) should roleplay the following:

 

Your character becomes overtaken by a hunger that grows insatiable over the coming days, eventually reaching the point where only meat and flesh can stave off starvation. This is paired with an affliction of insanity, where your hunger grows so great that you will look upon friends and family and wish to cannibalize them in order to satisfy your hunger, although this will do little to sate it. These effects will last for a minimum of two IRL weeks and will fade after then, although you may choose to roleplay it for longer. There are ways to banish said effects, but I invite you to seek them in roleplay and not metagame. You may message me on discord if you have further questions (pundimonium#9142). Happy roleplaying!

 

[Angmarzku 1251]

The Abyssal Shambler shambled away, grocery shopping for hands.

[Lhindir_ 3691]

In the depths, The King sat upon the Crimson Throne. It had led its legions once, but this was not the last time. 

[MsLinni 828]

2 minutes ago, Angmarzku said:

The Abyssal Shambler shambled away, grocery shopping for hands.

The traumatized high elf clutched upon the empty end of his arm, where once a ligament graced. The Shambler would never be forgotten no matter how hard he tried.

[Allien 449]

Rosina chose to lock herself in the clinic, fearing any return of the creatures for the night. From inside she listened to both the sounds in her head and the whispers muffled from outside the room.

 

[MeteorDragon 3441]

Spoiler

This was a bunch of fun - thank you all for the grand rp

 

[Morigung-oog 5697]

Spoiler

So this is Lhindirburger’s secret ingredient…

 

[DahStalker 3692]

A certain wine obsessed fiend rolls in bed as she slumbers and dreams of a certain cursed Carrion.

[NLThomas 1225]

"Havoc screams, a hell sent symphony." A aging scholar mumbles as the news slowly spread through the continent, and how could it possibly not. 

[satin 7600]

In his hiding, that maddened Servant awaited the protection that was promised by the lich; for the need of it grew with every waking second, and he could no longer turn to those who had freed him.

[Scuba 418]

From the underworld, a harbinger of plate, and blood red cloaks reminisced on the act. Beneath that darkness bemired helm, a sadistic fervor befell that wretched thing. However, what was once a righteous soul soon wallowed at the new-found entropies beguiling his mind.