The Stone Rat Raid

[King_Kunuk 3022]

 

The Stone Rat Raid

[An artistic depiction of the zombie rat-men unleashed by Eikit at the tail end of the 208th year of the Second Age]

 

It was an early morning day in Hyspia, when many were minding their own business until the sound of the desperate and damned hounded at their gates. Somehow infiltrating into the city, twenty creatures, undead crafted to the mimic shapes of Verminous Rats stormed into Hyspia in search of fresh pray, the long thought dead, FELIX WICK, now dubbed Eikit the Dead Rat leading his vile servants in the attack as they searched the open streets for victims, for their target.

 

And soon they encountered them; the Princess Valencia Belen, guarded by Kerina Mondblume, Rulf Bypharrk, and Arvel Tou would encounter the necromancer with thirty guards after the necromancer led his mindless servants to slaughter Hyspian Cattle in his spiteful rage.

 

The ensuing skirmish was fierce and deadly; the Hyspian Guard was surprised by the wicked sorceries and vile schemes of the Necromancer who unleashed vile alchemical weapons of wicked transmutation to turn many of the guard into horrified petrified statues before the verminous zombies descended upon the poor victims to devour them in a frenzy of mad feeding. In the end, the guard was overwhelmed; the Captain of the Guard, Arvel was encased inside a vile prison of boned petrification of insult and many of the guards fell victim to the wicked plagues unleashed by the necromancer; though not without slaying their share of the verminous dead. Corpses of the living and unliving scattered the gates beyond Hyspia, the great heroes lay upon the ground dazed and unconscious thanks to the wicked sorceries of the Necromancer. Only the Princess stood to face her once friend; the winds howled with damned delight.

 

“A-At last, traitor-thing; w-we come face to face! NNnn… NNN….” the necromancer chittered, face hidden behind a mask in the shape of a rat’s skull.

 

“Who are YOU calling a traitor! Leave them alone, you are here for me and me alone,” The princess responded, withdrawing a blade of a gleaming glass metal that glittered in the twilight sun.

 

“NNnn No-No! The Guard-things die-die. Y-y-you are the traitor seeEEE. SEEEE! Q-QUEEK! K-KILL-KILL! Suffer-weep, Princess-thing!” Eikit would respond, the largest of the few remaining zombies bringing its flail down upon the head of one of the guards led by the brave Rulf, reducing it to a bloody pulp. “Y-YOU B-BETRAYED M-MY TRUST!” the necromancer continued to rave, sanity a long departed friend of the deranged man who somehow returned from the dead!

 

“How?!” The princess asked, horror upon her voice as the chaos of battle slowly came to a close. The smell of rotting corpses in the air; a few zombies twitched in place as they fell to the ground; unable to keep hold of the damage upon their forms.

 

“B-By being a rat! T-Tell the living guards t-to surrender, or I make s-s-sure their deaths are slow and paaainful,” Eikit would respond, pointing his staff downwards as vile black energies began to crackle around it; ready to unleash a spell. Arrogance and pride overwhelming the necromancer on his no double self-assured victory.

 

Then the Princess did something no one expected, she charged the Necromancer, swinging her glass blade down, “Enough!” She shouted, tired of the mad-man’s raving.

 

“S-Save me my minions!” the necromancer screamed, terror overtaking his voice as he fell to the ground, raising his staff which nearly snapped in half from the attack. At the sound of his plea, the one zombie still standing rushed forward, weapon raised, ready to strike the Princess who; hearing its approach, swung around- her blade cleaving through its neck.

 

“You will LEAVE NOW FELI-” but such was her mistake, for as she turned her back, the necromancer, cowardly, but opportunistic and without honour sprung up at once to swing his staff upon the Princess- striking her upon the head and crashing her to the ground. Vile black blood of the tainted zombie flesh stained her dress. The groans of the wounded guards and mindless snapping of decapitated zombies echoed around the empty battlefield; the bone statue that encased Arvel a grim scene in the center of this mosaic.

 

“F-f-finally… FINALLY!” The necromancer raved as he held up his arms in exaltation. But his victory was short lived, for he heard the sound of more guards on the way. Quickly the necromancer would hoist up the incapacitated Valencia and usher her away into the far depths of whatever lair he dwelled in now. The Princess was taken; gone for a month at the Necromancer’s mercy and no doubt ill mannered keeping.

 

But soon- she returned, withered and gaunt, stinking of rot from what could only be thought of as the cruelest of days of imprisonment and barely being fed food fit for actual eating. What kind of evil acts of profane darkness did the Necromancer commit? None could say, but she had returned, barely alive and plagued with signs of necromantic draining, but returned. A letter had come with her, addressed to the Hyspian Monarchs and people themselves. The effigy of a rat skull sprouting many horns is marked on the rotting parchment which was spread through the city by swarms of hidden skeletal rats. Some of these warnings may even have leaked into the wider public.

 

 

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Man-things of Hyspia; this is but a taste of what is to come. You live as I have allowed it, and will die-die as I demand it. All belong to the great burrows beneath, and the Horned Lord of the dead shall rise, your souls fed to his great maw screaming as the down trodden rise at last! Let this be a show of MY power over your pathetic city-realm. The next one who comes into the darkness shall not return… alive!

Your Doom Approaches Man-things. All tunnels lead to the grave,

 

 

 

Spoiler

This is a narrative speak of a crp encounter that happened in hyspia! numbers are made a bit bigger for the fun of it (womp womp). Thank you for everyone who participated in the very fun and very close crp! I look forward to continuing to menace the general population on my Necromancer and provide fun events for people to act in!

 

[RedeemedAidan 1125]

A Salazar yet again found himself in the Hyspian Church with his gaze cast upon that holy altar. However there was something different about the man's gaze when compared with times past, once filled with fear and helplessness, but now it was utterly overwhelmed with conviction and devotion.

Blood was to be shed and an atonement was to be had.

[latte 2238]

After the fateful night of the Wickident of 2004, the Grand Wick Georgiana spent countless nights eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. She pondered on the what ifs of the un-coming of her favorite nephew, Felix. What evil now was he up to? How many lives has he destroyed? If he never got his lumps, his ear never brutally torn off twice, if the adults had paid better attention to him, would he still be like how he was? an undead necromancer? A shame to the house of Wick? A million questions pop into her head, but she has no answers. There is no what ifs, but only what is and what has been done. And he had really done it.

 

It felt like she was mourning still. But how could she morn one that was still alive, if even undead? With thoughts racing, the woman finally tired herself out, sending herself into a dreamless sleep. There was much to do in the morning, and there was no use wasting daytime on Felix anymore, although her love was still there. There were other Wicks to attend to, other things to worry about.

 

 

The night after, Georgiana also finds herself unable to sleep, so she prays. Perhaps for the thousandth time this month. She prays hard, despite knowing his soul is beyond redemption, and that he is doomed to be an a-front to the living and to God forever. 

[Security_ 2287]

"Nyehehehehe" rattles a rat.

[lemonke 6014]

"WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!" SCREAMED A HAG

[Bethinwonderland 2213]

Valencia having almost no combat experience due to her own volition, did her best to stand up for what she thought to be right. Charging into battle without a second thought to help those fighting against the would-be Necromancer that had broken into the city only to flee upon being seen. The bell rang and the group set off to locate the intruder. She had broken off from the group to look elsewhere, only to find them as the battle started. They told her to stay back, but she didn't listen. She made her way over having drawn the sword that once belonged to her Mother, it felt.. wrong in her hands because she didn't hold it correctly, much more like a bat than a blade.
 

When she finally got there, she placed herself between Felix and Arvel, trying to protect him from whatever might have been planned. She knew Felix wanted revenge on him and if she could help it, he wouldn't get it.. Though her plan didn't go as she hoped. There was a sound behind her and instead of ending the man. She turned to the Zombie, cutting its head off as if it were butter. The black sludge it had getting all over her, causing her to scream.. She hated getting dirty. She was then hit in the head and taken somewhere on the back of Wicker
 

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At first, she refused to eat, only to have the food shoved down her maw. She was told the others died, this news hurt her heart, but she wouldn't succumb to despair, she had to live. If not for herself, for their memories.

It smelt horrible down there, she'd often complain of the stench of rot, mold, and decay. "The dead do not mind the smell" "I'm still living, in the kindest way possible, you smell horribly, a bath would do you wonders amigo.". Waking up each morning she often asked for things to keep her hygiene up so she wouldn't match the surroundings, however, being around so much death. It clings to you.
 

Her time in captivity was.. confusing. Some days her Captor was calm and they played cards. They might have spoken about trivial things, or he'd demand to know something he didn't quite understand, like why women liked jewelry.  The necromancer was a strange jailer, at times offering her entertainment in the deranged and strange movements of skeletal rats that danced and scampered about by the off-tone playing of a lute. On other days she'd watch him break down, crying in a ball, zapping bones into meat or meat into ivory. He had manic episodes where she feared it would be her last day alive.. But it wasn't. He wanted her alive, he took pleasure in her fear.

 

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Her last day there was a blur. She didn't remember it at all. She was found at the Hyspia gates in a cow-hide blanket. A note pinned to her. She was not the same person she had been when she was captured. She was fractured, but she was not broken.

She woke up in the clinic.. Arvel and Kerina in the cots next to her. What a joyous day. She really hasn't spoken about what happened, just vague answers that it was a lot. In the coming months, depression seemed to take hold of her. It was just trauma, right?