THE MOVEMENT | Covenant of Necromancy

[femurlord 2316]

 

THE MOVEMENT

Recruitment

Necromancers of Rh’thor

 

Across the ancient realm, whispers began to spread amongst the peasantry, of a new world movement. It started off as rumours to instil fear into the hearts of others, but then some truth came to it. 

 

In the lowest bowels of the earth, two Archliches stood in the confines of a chilled cavern. Slowly, ebon-black mist spewed inside of a forsaken skull that became animate. They were ambitious, wishing to seek more in order to expand this unlively covenant. 

 

The clouds above grew dull and bleak; violet thunder crackled across the air like a ferocious dragon. A skull came whizzing down as if it was a comet, slamming onto a slate of stone. It was filled with immolating necro-fire, that drawled with an emotionless pan. 

 

Slowly, the skull began to simmer, and now sat as but a relic - one to be interacted by those fortunate or unfortunate to come before it.

 

The age of necromancy had arrived.

 

Clawing at the earth, and expanding.

 

[OOC]:

 

We are recruiting more necromancers to increase our ranks. 

 

If you are successful, we expect players to drive narratives and create fun conflicts that change the world as we know it.

 

Please do not go into this because you simply want to wear a cool necromancer MA. It is a perk of becoming a necromancer, but you should go into it with a positive view, wanting to roleplay and bring out your full potential.

 

If you come across the skull, please forward a message to Werew0lf#0001 or TheBestDavid#5664 in discord with a picture of such. 

 

Interaction with the skull does not guarantee you will become a necromancer.

 

Thank you.

 

Spoiler

 

[VoidandNull 356]

Can't wait for my local recruiter to come and pick off the 1.5 GPA elven kids!

[TreeSmoothie 4858]

Some elder maleficar trudged through the undergrowth, their vision swimming as they heaved themselves atop and over a boulder. Their spindly limbs clutched the dried mud caked along their skin as a cough shook their frame, clawing desperately as though their flesh was on fire. "He's here somewhere ... He's here! The end is nigh!"

[Lhindir_ 3436]

Ostromir smiles from prison.

[Norgeth 1111]

Xob Wobson, Archzealot of AGLAZEK hears the disturbing rumours, thinking them over before letting out a laugh "AHAHAHA! Funneh, som'one, er som'thing thinks tahmselves powahful?! Nae, tehy ahre WEAK..." He'd mumble, then adding "So beh et, oi 'ave mer important werk toh doh!" Thusly, that gnomish tinkerer began work, drawing blueprints for the first of many, that of greater clockwork life, bound to his will.

[Morigung-oog 2283]

Valindra giggled, prodding the now skeletal corpse of a snow elf in her basement. “Looks like our necrochums are looking for some able… bodies!”

 

Devolving into a fit of laughter, the elf, having released the final shreds of her sanity to oblivion, would most certainly watch on with baited breath, popcorn ready on the side.