[Recap] Cleansing The Ruins

[Faerilien 226]

 

 

 

 

 

Far on the outskirts of the capital of Nevaehlen, a sight of ruins, now made to be the playground of an ancient entity that made that place its home. Scouts were sent out as letters had arrived of the arrival of a withered king. Igarashi Shirunai had made his presence known to be amongst the mali'ame of the vale. Soon the search parties returned, reporting a foul necrotic portal that had emerged deep within the crumbled ruins. Several times a week, scouts had returned to the ruins, only to find the blighting worsening with each passing day.

 

Nevaehlen acted swiftly, assembling a task force of blades and druii that would cleanse the corrupted grounds. They gathered swiftly, mere days after the awakening of the rift, and gathered their ranks to depart. 

 

As they approached the ruins, they were met with an unholy sight. Those attuned to nature could hear screeching and weeping from within the accursed ruins, the most brave stood their ground. Skeletons started crawling out of the ground, black whisps denouncing their presence amongst the fauna. Laughter and chatter was heard far away as the druids cut their way through the skeletal army.

 

 

 

The party had a plan in mind, they split up, groups ventured left and right, Osar climbed the towers by unusual means, scaling the walls like a spider. Some turned completely invisible in the darkened sky. Soon they defeated the first horde of enemies. The Aspen was brave, and stood at the forefront when facing a tough enemy, a gurgling ghoul had appeared. The party cut the foul creature down, assisted by their archers shooting from the walls. However this was not enough, the creature raptured, and exploded in a fury of bone and viscera, gravely wounding the brave Aspen. The brave druid urged the rest to advance, staying behind with archer Liriana to tend to the wounds.

 

Another squad had made their way down into the courtyard of the ruins, faced by a ravaging strike of the dark lightning they stood their ground. A small legion of skeletons armed with bows appeared, raining down a volley on the brave warriors that stood in the courtyard. Severely outnumbered it was not looking good for them, the skeletons barraged them with sickly arrows, and creatures with swords hacked at their limbs. The group on the top-side of the ruins quickly jumped down, aiding their fellows in exterminating the evil. 

 

Soon the gathering made it to the doors of the tower where the portal lay dormant, black lightning ravaged in their wake, dissipating everything behind them until no enemies were left. However, this would not be the end.. skeletal hands started grasping at their ankles through the crumbling floorboards, crippling some as they advanced. The floorboard crumbled beneath them, leaving the warriors and scholars no choice but to resort to alternative means. Some placed down boats, some used magick to harden the withered shrubbery. 

 

The party was split, one side stood afront an open door, facing the portal head on. The other found themselves before a closed, grand but decayed door. Lenore charged onwards, forcing the door open with a spear and sword in hand. If one were to have looked down at the crumbling floors they would look at a shadowy abyss, filled with necrotic spiders and critters waiting on someone's footing to falter to ultimately consume them. Yet, just before the floors crumbled, the party made it to the portal safe and well, and as so, the cleansing commenced.

 

 

But this would not be the end... 

 

For while the whisps of the portal started dissipating, shrinking that portal further and further with each push of the druii, something had shifted once more... As the cleansing had reached its end, a figure could be made out, veiled in mist. The whole of that accursed tower would soon be filled with cold and rotten mist as some of the warriors could feel it passing them.. 

 

Something.. Had escaped...

Spoiler

Thanks everyone for participating today! it was my first 'big' event, thank you all for showing up! 

If you have any feedback for future events please do not hesitate to reach out to me.

 

This event served as an interaction for people to participate in player-run events that are not necessarily CRP or evil-focussed. It also served as a basis for a future event that will involve CRP, for this I will communicate the player-cap to the Nevaehlen leadership when I figure it out but it will be a bit less than today!

 

 

 

 

[Burnt Toast 198]

Lenore thinks back to the chill. The thing that escaped. A sigh escapes her. "So much to do... well, at least I will not have to brave it alone this time... Time to go bother someone about this."

[King_Kunuk 3022]

Osar hung from the wall upside down; his eyes fixated upon that accursed portal. Dread filled his mind, but his soul was a well of FIRE to keep fighting against this evil. Such was his Oath, his sworn promise.

 

"Nomeno ui ti wer sulta, nelith hewa" he mutters in some great tongue unknown to himself in silence.

 

This is not the end, dead mage.

 

Spoiler

I am spider man

 

[DragonofTaters 920]

Corruption. Pain. Rot to the bone. 
Death itself ripping its way through an undying body.
Fire and agony, coiled together in an unyielding dance. 
Blood set alight.
Then, at last, peace...
Pain ebbed away, and clarity returned. The twisted body of the Aspen, broken and near death. Yet not completely lost. Pulled back from the brink.
A mercy, or a curse, it would be impossible to know. The memory of darkness lingered in the back of her mind. Black lightning might no longer crackle over those ruins, but there was no peace settled in the woman's soul. Danger loomed, darkness lurked, and the shadows seemed to threaten swallowing her whole. 
That restless creature - the undying dead of nature - walked the reaches of the Vale once more. Across the isle, through tunnels and trenches. Up and down cliffs. Searching the ruins. For what, she did not know. Her quarry constantly escaping, keeping the ever vigilant constantly moving.
Death seeking Death. A monster hunting a monster....

[Aihp 41]

Namora would have soon had the returning thought of what she saw back there... chills run down her spine as she really thought of what she saw. Previously she had not quite fathomed it due to the wave of exhaustion that would have hit her, but now as she sits under her tree she wonders what more horrors will await them all.

[jqsmlne 460]

The weight in her arms felt heavier with every step, though it wasn’t just the burden she carried—it was the crushing pressure in her chest. Her breaths came shallow and fast, matching the pounding rhythm of her feet against the ground. Fear clawed at the edges of her mind, whispering worst-case scenarios she refused to acknowledge. Liriana's arms ached, her legs burned, but none of it registered past the storm of thoughts swirling in her head.

 

She wouldn't stop until The Aspen was safe. She swore this to herself, and kept running.

[marsloll 1384]

 

"Daz'astark al'zin ..."

 

"Daz'astark al'zin ..."

 

"Daz'astark al'zin ..."

 

The words did well to echo in the minds of those that lingered and fled, as the portal thrummed and oozed in front of their very eyes. A scraping of metal upon their soft ears like nails across chalk, that breathed down their necks like an animal gnashing their teeth.

The words continued to echo around in the lot of the ruins, bouncing off of each rubbled pillar and broken wall like a ball ricochetting around in a park. It became a song, a symphony with a simple lone singer clad in green - treading over the broken ground and decaying supports, as a clawed hand picked and pulled at loose, dead threads of vines and leaves. Twirling into the centre of the ruins, they only then took a bow to an unseen audience with unheard applause - buried 'neath the dirt of their very feet.

[DizzyGrey 1229]

Yhl'Flaaowni looked over the site of the battle, and lets out a huff. 

It seemed talks would need to be had about yet again threatening her peoples' home. If she could find him.