[✗] Apocryphal Uprising | The Black Comet

[Apocrypha 82]

 

 

 

"It was night when I woke up, it was night when it began. The horrid, screeching sound which filled the night sky. The comet descended, a vile cyclopean boulder of black stone. It struck against the fertile lands with a thundering thud, an eldritch blast which could be heard for miles around."

 

 

In the distant moors of the Haensetic Highlands, the old miller awoke from a nightmare. A horrid dream of a world corrupted by ice and pain, where all reason had long since fled. The old miller wished to escape it, yet it was as if something pulled him ever deeper into the nightmare. Then, as if heralded from the nightmare itself; a thundering blast ripped him from his dreams. He awoke to the eerie glow coming from the fields, a forbidding gravesite which emanated from the impact site.

 

 

The elderly miller gathered his senses and roused himself to his feet. As he did so, an overwhelming chill cut through his bones. He shivered yet it was not winter, he shuddered yet it was not from fear. He lit an old lantern and set out into the fields. As he did so, dark shapes followed from behind.. Daggers in hand.

 

 

The old miller found the impact site, the eerie glow which saturated the area had begun to twist earth and soil. Dead creatures vaguely resembling local fauna had perished around the site, crimson blood soaked many parts of the field in ritualistic patterns. His gaze immediately fell upon the group of men gathered around the site. Masked men with twisted appendages and crouched forms.

 

Then he felt it, a cold and sudden pain in his back. He gasped yet no air could his lungs draw, a hideous cackle erupting from all around him. A shape, too gnarled and too distorted moved to him. Its form seemed to phase in and out of sync as if it was trapped between worlds. It gazed directly into his eyes from a veiled form and he saw it too. The old miller smiled a smile of madness as he drew his last breath.

 

 

 

Shortly thereafter, a supernatural fog gathered. It was dense, surrounded by vague wisps of crimson light that flickered in and out of view. 

 

 

Reports would come in. A miller's farmstead ravaged by an unknown impact, of robed cultists lurking in the moors and of distorted beasts now prowling the fog shrouded lands of the old levy.

 

 

 

Players/Group Requesting:

 

drfate786 and possibly others.

 

What kind of Event are you looking for?:

 

I'm looking to see if there's any interest in a Silent hills like event within the north-eastern tiles. The ones between Haense and Norland. It would involve a lot of horror themed player and ST events involving "silent hill" and darkest dungeon themes. I'm willing to build the sites and provide some foundation but this is basically an event proposal for the ST and players to follow through with. The recent war has brought a lot of activity but I think a distraction from player conflict is needed every now and again during wars.

 

Approximately, what time/date you want the Event to take place?:

 

TBD

 

Organizer's Discord: 

 

.visionsofstupidity

[ScreamingDingo 16990]

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