[Prophecy] Grave Requiem

[TheWhiteWolf 1098]

Grave Requiem

 

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You awake in a place of shadows.. 

 

Darkness Eternal stretching out in all directions.. A choir of voices, discordant in nature, shifting between tones fills your ears.

There is a feeling of intense dread.

It clutches at your heart, an immense weight upon your soul.

"Do not be afraid.."

The voices do nothing to soothe your fear..

Before you sits a skull of ivory white bone, its hollow sockets staring back at you with an abyssal darkness within.

"Submit.. Child.."

An ephemeral hand reaches forth, radiant light filling your vision for but a moment as that luminescent hand grasps at your face.

It vanishes in a puff of orange mist as you drop to your knees and begin to crawl..

Was there any chance of escape?

"Be at rest.."

Another voice, singular.. calming..

An ephemeral net binds you, restricting body and mind alike..

Your vision begins to fade as that Ivory Skull stares back at you, lifeless. The sound of chains in the back of your mind is the last thing you hear and then the you see it.. the last thing you will ever see.

The Skull is consumed by a pale spectral flame.

Soul and Bone unified as your vision fades to black.

[TheBigBubbles 714]

A deviless recovers from her labours, somehow entirely unscathed. The devil smiled, "Submit, we called, and submit you did. Sleep now, you tormented soul, for tommorow, we reign death and chaos upon our foes." she sung it like a lullaby.

[rathat 648]

[Xergarok 325]

The Skeleton Janitor ran from left to right, scrubbing as much as he could. "Scrub this, scrub that, everything must be clean!" he said, inhaling the esoteric incense. "That gets the blood flowing and the people going! I may not measure up to you, but my wards will hold!" he shouted, raising his hands up towards the ceiling.

[Morigung-oog 2491]

She of Strife, Barrowlord Fornotos did something she seldom did amidst her eternal strife. Even towards friends, family, a lover, such was now something scarcely seen. Where once it would’ve sown comfort, it would now only unsettle those around her. Valindra smiled.

[Apotolofo 1439]

"NO-!" 

 

Hera flung herself out of her bed, falling backwards into a corner. There, she stayed huddled against the wall, shuddering as those painfully familiar words echoed through her mind. . . 

 

Submit, child. 

[Damnit_Delmar 1192]

The Gravelord lofted his skeletal palm upwards, adorned upon it, a ring of cracked Menhir stone. The Lich thought of that struggle, that fight in which they had subdued that which would sunder for the Sixth. 

 

"So Mote it Be. Rest Child of the Damned, so shall your suffering, save the lost."