Cloakedsphere 1462 Share Posted August 29, 2023 Spoiler All information in this post is only known by the two who experienced what has happened. Unless told by the events in roleplay, this information is not common knowledge. For all other shunters/Arcane Displacers, this is an event that transpired on realm #7, Sloopidoop. Spoiler https://www.deviantart.com/reyed33/art/Unleash-the-Beast-560092369 Deep within the caves beneath the capital of the Iron Horde, San’Briu, a man draped in blue robes and adorned in gold accents sat within his home destitute of any other life. He would hold his hands upon the book that was bestowed to him through a great interaction with what he could only recall as a spirit blessing him from the stargush’stroh. A book titled “Gor Haedus, The First Script” had been used as reading material by the man for some time now. Although the gift was bestowed upon him many moons ago, he had become nervous of its texts and what may be awaiting him on another side. In a world surrounded by knowledge and ripe for the taking by hands of his own, there was a sense of unrest in the unknown of what lies beyond the mortal realm. The book then became closed. The swift snap of the pages coming together gave an audible echo throughout the cave in which he had called home. The book was then taken away and put into a vault before he would return to the cave and begin his plan. The golden masked man then began to draw out a circle within the upper floors of this cave using salt. Making intricate symbols within the salt, he had prepared himself to begin such a ritual. The man then removed any unnecessary items he may have had on his person - aside from a dagger at his waist and a small bag containing enough food to last him a day's worth of time. The spare items such as papers, writing utensils, and miscellaneous items laid upon the floor next to the circle of salt. “Tonight, we shall become something greater.” the golden masked man spoke to the student. A man bearing a cloak of dark feathers and crow skull fashioned from ivory could be seen walking into that silent and prepared ritual room. Upon his form, he held a sword dotted with crimson veins, the Azhl blade nestled at his side. In addition to that, two satchels would hang from his side, the cloth reeking of foul flesh. While the other contained various empty vials, along with several alchemical tinctures. “I believe I’ve everything I need, various tools, vials, notes. Anything else needed for, whatever is to come?” He would clasp his hands, the withered one looking about the dimly lit cave, before shifting back to the ritual circle in preparation. His tall form carefully looming over the esoteric lettering. The two found themselves perched on either side of the circle as the golden one began to make his chants within the dimly lit cave beneath a bustling city. The sounds of war drums pulsate through his mind and his heart feels as if it were on beat with the rhythm. The cloaked one would begin to feel the sensation of disgust and flesh falling from bone as the sounds of the drums pulsated through his body as well. In a matter of moments, the two were then ripped violently from where they sat, leaving behind only a small interdimensional portal. The two were then thrown through an empty abyss, as they seemingly fell for what felt like days. They had thought that they had both died in the time that had passed but in reality, they were only gone for a few seconds. The sounds of tearing through the fabric of life could be heard before they were both sent plummeting into a hillside, falling just a few feet. As darkness gave way to light, they had successfully traversed into another realm. But it is one that they had not seen before or had known it to exist. A landscape sprawled out with flesh and blood laying across the floor like grass clinging to soil. Tree’s of bone with spores of puss and pestilence seemed to creak and crack in this new-found realm, releasing a miasma of smoke. Creatures of congealed blood and coagulated cysts seemingly roaming the landscape. As they stood atop the hillside, they looked over to view the landscape. Spoiler https://www.deviantart.com/matatabiart/art/Hellscape-Flesh-Corridor-914959142https://www.deviantart.com/zero-scarecrow13/art/LANDSCAPE-OF-FLESH-03-KING-787878434 “Lijen al’ huulka mamusk aemus.” the golden man spoke as he surveyed the lands. (May the spirits protect us.) “When did we decide to visit Kinuls’ realm.” Sarcasm dripped from the stygian souled. His blue-gray gaze, landing upon the land of pestilence and plague, that moment of annoyance and shock, quickly turning into a hidden expression of awe and sickening wonder. As though he had just been gifted a chance to search within the finest of silk shops. “We are unprepared for this.” the golden man said. “You might be, however, I have found a potential paradise for my fellow plague crafters.” He examined the sickening flora from afar, like a child in a bakery, he was drawn to the various plagued flora and fauna. Every breath drawn out, coming to mist lightly. Spoiler https://www.deviantart.com/dark-necrodevourer/art/Hideous-Drooling-Mouth-752022431 The two would find themselves in quite the predicament. They both spoke back and forth, weighing their options in the moment before deciding to return at a later date. But not before taking small samples of the flesh-like soil underneath their feet. While gathering small samples within the realm, the two would encounter a creature that had made its way up the hillside. The creature of congealed blood and flesh then rushed at the two. As it ran, it released a miasma of diseased clouds. In its direct line of sight was the man with the golden mask. He quickly went to jump out of the charge, being missed by the attacker by just a couple feet. He then tumbled onto his side before regaining some composure and rising to a knee. He then drew his dagger. Spoiler https://www.deviantart.com/rafsan/art/It-started-with-a-little-rash-62780283 The ivory masked would watch, a look of wonder and awe flashing beneath the ivory helm, creative inspiration befalling the . The crow cloaked wanderer cemented, before he shook his head, his hand extending out as the dark flow of miasma would begin to collect and flow within his palm. Yet as he went to interact, to toy with the plague, a splitting headache would hit his mind, an assault of different information as the tiniest form of lifeforce came to interact with the plague. As though he had tried to toy with a puzzle that was split into tens of thousands of pieces, such an attempt caused him to reel back and become stunned by the overload of confusing information. The golden masked man readied himself for another charge from the miasmatic creature. Though as it stood for just a moment, the creature trembled and shook violently before exploding into a cloud of yellow and orange gas. An unknown gas filled with pestilence began to encroach the hillside as the two did a short battle amongst the local creatures. Rather than staying to fight an unknown creature and risk their lives, they found themselves covering their faces before rushing back towards their portal and jumping through. Their clothes now stained, and tattered from the travels by the environment they were in had wreaked of death. As the portal closed upon the other realm, the one within the mortal realm grew larger before shooting both of the individuals out once more and onto the floor. 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