[EVENT] Even Tattered, A Realm Lives On

[Pallodium 3776]

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EVENTLINE CONCLUSION 

 

A vast realm, steeped within its own sorrowful silence, lay stagnant as it had for aeons. The sunless sky gloamed down a stagnant sheen of light, dispersed from the scarce stars and nebulas which remained stagnant, in a plane without night nor day. That silent light rained down upon it all, washes of violet-laden azure and shades of purple shining idly upon the bitterly decrepit valley. Nothing seemed to move, like normal- it was all merely static, locked in place. The entire surroundings of the cavern merely was grayed soil, whilst colossal pillars of stone and crystal ripped upwards, tearing unto the dim-hued skies above.

 

A scourge had lay within this place for aeons. It had sapped at its soil, tainted its stone, eroded its forests. The valley, once residence to a vast city, befitted with tremendous aqueducts, tremendous cathedrals, and carefully-wrought architecture had crumbled to mere fragments of what they once were. A crystalline scourge, a beating heart which spewed taint from the ground, and warped those mortal stragglers which remained. It was a bitter fate, a tattered realm.

 

 

A musin who donned bizarre attire meandered through the decrepit valley, murmuring beneath his breath; “...they surprised me…” Regardless of their words, the small adventurer heaved themselves up a small ravine, violet-gleaming gaze scanning over the remnants of conflict that were yet present. “In the end, to even do this much, to save this place in such short a time… it was unprecedent even to myself.” Brambles’s whiskers tugged upwards as a small smile formed upon the adventurer’s expression, hopping down to a nearby boulder. 

 

 

It was as if the taint had been eternal, withering away from place to place. It first began in that valley, rattling and scratching away at life and foundation alike. It then spread, shifting from harrowing mountaintop to sweltering desert, morphing and chipping away at all flora and fauna alike, until the realm was covered in naught but solemn blunted grays. Yet ever-expansionist the mind is, and so too are things which lack a mind of their own. As glimmerpoints began to open up, chance-splitting worlds in twain, so too did the crystalline heart, inadvertently in naught but instinct, begin to leech at the material plane- leaking into the realm of Aevos.

 

First blips in the world, pockets which light and taint leaked from, then too did parasites funnel through. Seeking host- or companion- they bound to individuals, some mage, some demon, some dragon, some mortal- and thus bound upon a quest. To purge the crystalline heart, whether known or not- and so did the folk of Aevos plunge into the realm. Through thrumming pillars and sinister bores, did they manage to slowly internalize and become accustomed to the sullen realm’s interior.

 

 

The silent realm was interspersed by naught but the soft footsteps of the mouseman, moving further yet down the tattered passageway. Crossing remnant ruins, broken households, and even rows of shattered monoliths- he came to pause before something. “. . .” he was lost for words, in that moment of shock- wrought before him, was naught more than a charred remnant- a once-colossal heart, lined with a sinister crystalline shell which pumped out foul pollution, reduced down to nothing more than a burnt heap of flesh and stone. “Good grief…” A blank stare was granted, stagnant for a few moments- before the musin skittered off elsewhere, eager to escape the horrendous organ’s remains.

 

 

The many groupings traversed through the desolate valley. They explored ruins- fought aberrations, encountered warped behemoths whose flesh had been riddled with thousands upon thousands of eyes. What motivated them all varied- greed, for some. Goodwill, for others. Madness, for the sparse few. It mattered little. Within the end, they encountered the wrathful heart, source of all chaos- and it was purged and annihilated, reduced to naught but a burned husk. And so the world shifts, and pollution comes to an end, within this archaic plane.

 

Those with parasites within them, realized that something had shifted. They began to shift, realizing that the world too, had shifted- and so did they blossom unto something further. A state of being, where they could pass on themselves to another, adapt to that crystalline remnant which was left, and to shift anew. And so it was.

 

 

The farlander-mouse wandered through the valley’s remnants, apart from the charred heart. As they peered into it- what sight within gave them pause. “...that’s… surprising to see,” the words murmured from them at a sopft tone, as Bramble wandered closer to what they saw. A small flower, blooming in a cavern, slowly ridding itself of taint. A shrapnel of life within desolation- and thus the musin smiled. “...even tattered, a realm lives on.” And so it was.

 

 

POSTFACE

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My first eventline comes to a conclusion. Many thanks to everyone who participated- this as a whole went far better than I thought it would, for my first attempt to run an eventline. With over [120+] individuals whom interacted with it, with over [60+] event interactions ran, this truly has been amazing to run. As this comes to a close, I do hope you enjoy what eventline I create after this. A few changes will be implemented upon the Dhurmyc Parasite [CArt], with post-eventline clarifications and tweaks by tomorrow.

 

If I have forgotten to get you any piece of loot, DM me on Discord. Likewise, the same goes for if you bear questions about granted pieces of loot.

 

Many thanks to @Goblinmancer for assistance within the finale- it truly made it greatly easier for myself. 

 

 

 

 

[King_Kunuk 3022]

"And so, evil is vanquished through the fires of a dragon and those that serve them. Conviction in the impossible!" The Sorcerer of Tor'Preath exclaims to his fellow Seekers as the great and terrible heart burns to ash. They had done good this day, and life will oneday return to these empty plains.

[Aehkaj 1244]

The Crimson-Gold Chaplain sat within his workspace, staring over the Enchained Tractate. Perhaps Fate dictated his curiosity, dictated what would become another penance to weigh on his mind. The evil vanquished, but the lingering effects still there. Who was he to do anything else but continue on with that weight, building conviction of even greater heights.

[Kitomine 902]

Mochou continues her lonely trek through the realm, the only one left behind. 

[PrimnyaQuorum 4007]

The Lord-Zezimar does not know what it has entered into - but nevertheless, great blades of terrible hellfire cleaves through abominations and flesh alike, an nigh-unstoppable wave of the Hells incarnate leading forth its kin. 

 

As that wretched Heart dies, its gaze ponders over the barren and dead lands. It does not care for what ruined this land so;

 

It only mourns that it could not conquer it, before a eruption of Infernal Energy drags it back to the Material, where its conquest already lies underway.

[Conqueror 424]

KAAZVALÎKAR awoke, emerging from his Drakeshrine: atlast. Falling from it, his legs buckle; and somehow, for some reason, he was exhausted.

 

Burned within his mind, that tattered realm...

 

Will he see the Grave-skies again?

 

[Dj_McMuffin 150]

The Red Robed Musin returned to her home; changed, but still the same. It had been a harrowing journey, one which she only now remembered fully once it had finally been completed. The soulless plane that she and her Musin comrades had been quest bound to save had finally been freed with the help of those from all walks of life. Despite the scarring terrors she'd faced, their act of heroics was more than enough to mend her wounds. It was a magnum opus of mortal kind, banding together once again to breathe life to a world that would otherwise be dead, even if they themselves would never see its color restored. A story for the ages, worthy of song, if a song could ever capture the majesty of an artless world reborn into beauty. 

[TheBigBubbles 963]

Luthia Acal'Turrii clawed her way back to the material realm, aghast at the horrors she had seen. The otherwise indifferent elfess reached out for fresh soil for love for life. The herald had been forever changed, a seed of good will planted deep within her. Luthia grasped a writhing bag, and some crystalline shards and made her trek home, where she'd hug her loved ones tightly.

 

In the dead of night, the elfess made her way into the bathroom, she'd look into the mirror, before collapsing infront of the sink, her head in her hands, "Never..." she'd murmur, "I can never let that happen here." the six-fingered mali'aheral cried for the first time in years, she had never been so grateful to be home.

 

Slowly did she descend into her basement, it was lit by a singular glowing pink sword that was discarded by the desk, she'd open the bag, just a crack, to peak at the parasite inside, "You and I, we're going to make the world a better place" she'd then carefully close the bag back up, "Just dont let me lose you"

[MysticalWeasel 913]

As soon as he transported he had left. His body broken and bruised, he left the hellish lands. A sudden flurry of memories he was not aware of ingrained into his brain. Stumbling in his own house he'd find it hard to even stand as all came clear.

"I pray no one has to even tread those accursed lands ever again. I pray our deeds this day enough to banish the evils from ever protruding into our realm again"

As he stumbled up his stairs to his bed.

[Dappest 14]

Flora appeared back into the material realm holding a finger of her golem. "Well i hope that was what we needed to do to free them." Her broken arm in a sling, and her head bandaged

 

The memories came back as a dam breaking she fell to her knees. she pulled out the first aid kit that appeared in her inventory one day.  It hadn't appeared one day, for they had lost someone. Someone who could never return. She had taken the kit to continue healing people, for someone needed to heal. "I didn't even know their name" she muttered to her self.  "but, i juess they made me a better person." This kit she had taken as a sign to learn medicine in the beginning, and she had spent all her time learning to be a surgeon, and alchemist. A single tear rolled down her cheek making her fur wet. she tucked the kit away and stood. She looked at ther golem. "Lets get this chipping fixed" 

 

Edited October 6, 2024 by Dappest

[Behindbush 163]

The dwarf clad in crimson breathed heavily, watching as his comrades finished off the evil that threatened this stagnant realm. His gaze, once filled with enthusiasm and relentless determination, was now hollow. His violet eyes, deformed by the parasite dwelling within his body, reflected an unsettling mixture of indifference, sorrow, and an unbridled madness that had taken root in his mind.
 

As the paradox of time finally ceased and Ragram returned to the material world, he collapsed to his knees before his home – changed, drained, and pretty much armless. This expedition had taken more than he could have anticipated.

It was perhaps the beginning... of his end.
 

"Oi've returned, friends... but nae alone..."

[Turbo_Dog 3576]

Spuds had made a return being spit out of the other world and back into the well known mortal plane. Touching down with a face plant in Babblebrook where it all started. He peeled himself off the ground and looked around, no taint, no purple, no horrors. He moved to sit by the ever-flowing fountain’s edge and look upwards to the serene blue sky where he would be left dreaming the rest of the day “Could this be all there is? Why keep myself here when what I realize I want is elsewhere? Other worlds are what I want, what I need to be complete. And so other worlds I will chase.”