The Horned Rat Service

[King_Kunuk 3027]

 

 

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Zel1NCYPAA

 

The Horned Rat Service

((This is a flavorful representation of Roleplay that occurred between myself, RedeemedAidan, and CheeseyCereal! Chris was also a big help and is what led to this rp going as it did, so big shout out to him!))

[!]Eikit before the verminus hoard of zombie ratmen, chanting his deranged sermon to their twisted ears; overseeing the wedding of Tomas and Augusta

 

 

The dank mouldy cave smelled of rot and ruin. The dim light of a singular burning campfire glowed as the one faint hope within that decaying place. If there was once goodness here; it was tainted and defiled beyond redemption. Tomas and Augusta sat on the ground side by side; one drained and withered from necromantic darkening; the other with the still raw flesh wound of an arrow poisoned. Shivering in the cold; that dreadful Necromancer, Eikit the Dead Rat stood over a congregation of a brood of verminus zombies.

 

“MY BELOVED SLAVES!” he shouts to the mass, his chiefest minion- Skrule- quivering beside him with eager delight. “Today we have discovered t-t-t-that the Tomas is in LOVE with the Breeeder-thing with us!”

The verminus host would chitter, groan, laugh, and weep. Ghouls and mindless reanimations gurgling an unholy chorus in response. Skrule would lean in and whisper something into his master’s ear; to which after being struck down to the floor for the audacity of having his own idea. Then, the selfish bastard that Eikit was- stole it and claimed it as ‘his own’.

 

“If they are in love, then let them be wed!” he cries out, as Tomas and Augusta look forward between the necromancer and their verminus captors with horror, fear, and dread alike as two zombies helped them to their feet.

 

Screaming bells of brass rung through that abandoned cave. Ghouls would raise their voices high and sing. “Duuu daa duu dahhhh, duuu daa duu daaahhh!” and bone weapon and rusted steel clattered the ground with the excited hissing of the zombie rats.

 

Stripping two fingers off of Skrule, the necromancer would weave and shape the fingers into two vile rings as he turned towards the (un)happy couple. "Do you, Tomas-thing, treacherous traitor; vile best friend, take the women-thing as your breeeder. To spawn many vile verminus kid-things? So that their souls be be offered up screeaaamming to the maw of the Horned Lord? To live, to get sick, to die, and ro to alongside her before your souls are called back to eternal service to the GREAT PLAN?!"

 

“Say yes or I kill the women,” he adds in with a hush whisper.

 

Tomas would contemplate his response before the last comment left the necromancer's lips. Without a moment of hesitation he would nod frantically, pupils wide as he looked at Augusta. "Si, ay- I do"

 

“And do you, Augusta-thing, treacherous lover; vile wench, take the man-thing as your m-mate, so spawn many vile verminus kid-things? So that their souls may be offered up screeaaming to the maw of the Horned Lord? To live, to get sick, to die, and to rot alongside him before your souls are called back to eternal service to the Great Plan?!” Eikit would ask, holding his hands up high in exaltation. “Say no and I e-e-eat your heart.”

 

“I do…” she responds bluntly, spitefully with hate. What should have been a great day ruined by this deranged rat-obsessed sorcerer.

 

“Then you may KISS!” Eikit says, placing on both of their fingers sharp rings crafted from daggers; imbuing upon the two newly wedded couples a parting curse to torment their days as newly weds.

 

And instead of a kiss, in a fit of spite, Augusta slapped Tomas, much to the shock of the verminous host that watched….

 

 

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[!] Letters would be sent all across Hyspia- by rats living or dead and perhaps even beyond. They are marked with an effigy of a rat skull sprouting many horns crowned by an upside down triangle. A familiar calling card to a Necromancer at large

Man-Things of Hyspia, foolish you are yes-yes. Stupid you must be to allow me to so easily take-capture the Tomas and the Augusta! Worry not though, silly man-things; for in the absence of your FALSE GOD and Lying Priests, I have done you all a service most HOLY and BLESSED. The Tomas and the Augusta have been wedded under the watchful, screaming bells of THE HORNED LORD; their souls to be welcomed into his maw SCREAMING for as long as their union remains, free from the false taints and lies your Church Spreads.

 

Salvation comes in many great ways, all tunnels lead to the grave,

 

 

Spoiler

Here is the actual roleplay if anyone is interested in seeing it. Honestly it was such a wild and random idea- but it was super fun! TY for Aiden for editing/checking to make sure the post was good before going up.

https://imgur.com/a/wtpgkwG

 

 

[RedeemedAidan 1125]

Tomas lay flat upon a cot within the walls of the Hyspian Capital... replaying the scene in the depths of his mind over and over again, tiresomely pondering upon it and what he might have been able to do to prevent the wretched sacrilege; however, one thing was certain, this wasn't going to be the last he saw of F- Eikit. 

 Every now and then the man would flinch, swearing up and down he saw a decrepit RAT in his peripheral vision. 

[EmiliainWonderland 2311]

A half-elf snorted lightly at the situation, shaking her head as she read over the missive sent out with the sigil. "I cannot wait to see a rat burn. I've always hated rats since Ludvik, you know." Asteria beamed at the idea, turning to look at Andre.

[Cheese 8913]

Juniper, whom was delivered a copy, seemed rather irked by the news. With her head in her hands, a loud sigh was exhaled. "Where did everything go wrong with that boy?" The mage made a mental note to speak with her own fiance about the incident.

[_mady07 1541]

[!] The Lady Fontesar stood with a missive in hand looming over a table in the Knights-Tower "Oh shit- He was right.." Cirilla closed her eyes cursing her continued missed marked on the Wickish patterns

[lemonke 6014]

"Is this what the rat lich has been up to?" A necromancer was utterly disappointed in reading this. She could not be wicking believe it. "RATS!"

[latte 2238]

A sigh betook Georgiana as she read the missive, expression morphing soon into one of disgust. "This one is a diseased rabid rat. And no-matter how much one may love their pet rat, when it is rabid, it must be put down."