Mestvin 953 Share Posted January 1, 2025 (edited) Spoiler [!] The missives were left delivered on the streets of many cities by freshly risen corpses that withered upon reaching their destination Mortal life is a fleeting shadow, a fragile vessel destined to decay. All you hold dear: your families, your fleeting pleasures, your cities of stone will eventually crumble into dust. But there is a path beyond death, a path I offer you. You, like so many before you struggle against the inevitable, clinging to your fragile existence. You toil beneath the yoke of time, knowing that the reaper’s blade will one day claim you. But I offer you liberation, an end to the weakness of your flesh and a transcendence into the realm of the everlasting. You need not fear death for under my guidance death is but the beginning of a new powerful existence. Join the Cult of the Damned, and become a servant not of life, but of something far greater. Why suffer the frailty of the flesh when you can live forever as a being of untold strength? The world around you trembles, but in my service, you will stand unyielding, impervious to time, to decay, and to mortal fear. I offer you purpose. I offer you mastery over life and death itself. You need only to take that first step into darkness, to shed your mortal coil and to serve me in eternal glory. The world will crumble beneath the weight of its own hubris and when the hour comes the only ones left standing will be those who chose the Khorvad's path. Join me, for the Cult of the Damned shall rise. Khorvad's eye For those who spurn my call, for those who foolishly reject the opportunity to become eternal servants of the Cult of the Damned, the consequences will be dire. Your cities will fall to ruin, your lands will rot beneath a tide of undeath, and your people will know despair as the dead rise to devour the living. But this is not the worst fate that awaits you. No, those who refuse to serve me will not simply perish. You will become my undead servants, cursed to walk the earth for all eternity, bound to my will in a wretched existence where you will never know peace. Your bodies will decay, your souls will scream in torment, but you will have no escape. You will serve Me, The Lord of Bones. And your existence will be nothing more than an endless cycle of suffering and servitude. Your names will be forgotten by the world, and you will no longer be remembered as mortals, but as mindless husks, stripped of will and purpose. Your flesh will rot away, your bones will wither, but your torment will remain forever. You will answer only to me, and under my command, you will be part of my Damned legions, an army of the dead, forever bound to carry out my bidding. The path to immortality is at your feet. Will you take it? The Betrayed, The Kinslayer, Eternal Scholar, Khorvard's Chosen, Lord of the Damned, Lord of Bones, Herald of the Blackened Kingdom and the Master of Black Sepulchre Edited January 1, 2025 by Mestvin 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
RedeemedAidan 1125 Share Posted January 1, 2025 [!] One of the missives soon after delivery, found itself enveloped within flame and turned into ash. Not long after, an array of missives were distributed in response to the call. To The Cult of the Damned, You write of mastery over life and even death itself, of liberation, yet then in the very next stroke you speak of servitude and damnation. So pray tell, supposed ‘Lord of Bones’, what is it? This call that you offer to the broken-hearted, those desiring purpose, is it merely to beckon and enslave them to your will or is it to offer them liberation, as you also have proposed? For the very essence of these ideas are mutually exclusive to one another, leaving oneself unable to partake in both. You have also spoken of those who fail to heed your call and the consequences that shall come with such resistance, speaking of how they too shall be turned into your undead servants. Yet, when addressing the one who should rebel against your call you use different language, suddenly describing this state of undeath - which you have extended as a near blessing in previous statements - as a curse, a torment, and a wretched existence. So I invite you, Eternal Scholar, to answer yet again. Which is it? Is this state of undeath a blessing and a path toward glory? Or is it, as you have also called it, a path in which one will be forgotten of and rid of will and purpose? There is no glory in damnation, just as there is no salvation nor purpose in undeath. There is but slavery, and tormentation, an unending cycle of manipulation and sufferings. You speak of risings and great sieges, yet you hide and shroud yourself in darkness, unseen and unheard, Thorin Blackheart. Signed, Virgilio 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Metamancy 1778 Share Posted January 2, 2025 [!] A letter would arrive to Thorim Blackheart in childish handwriting. Dear Mister Thorim, Do you wanna be friends? I need more darkspawn friends, whatever that means. I keep getting killed for being one. Can you help? Love, "The Hanged Man" Nebta XOXO 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
confusedjester 819 Share Posted January 2, 2025 Julia the Finch picked up the missive. She frowned, and promptly tossed it into the hearth! Zhu Yinyue picked up the missive as she walked, for it blew in the breeze. She peered at it, but could not read, and tucked it into her pocket, before returning to her walk. She would get someone to read it to her later. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
KidKrinkles 2044 Share Posted January 5, 2025 Victor leaned off of the counter in his lab. His boot steps echoed in the small room, just underground, as he walked across a short distance and took the paper offered. He'd quietly eye the missive, handed to him from his favorite pale elf. A leering eye stared down at it, with a creased brow. His lips pinched together, the cigarette perpetually in his mouth forking off at an angle, smoking pressing from his nostrils away from his company. Though he did turn his gaze to the side, to eye his friend; and hopefully not blow smoke in his face. "Bit... bit bold, eh? It's pretty cutely put toget'er t'ough; I kindae like it." Spoiler @PrimnyaQuorum 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
PrimnyaQuorum 4008 Share Posted January 5, 2025 The page reflects of the starlight-laden eyes of the Pale-Elf. That perpetual, serene expression seems to flicker in amusement as smoke wafts before the parchment, as it mulls it over "I have seen Bolder, and I have seen less Bold. It is quite a lot of effort, for something that cannot live to appreciate it." Is the witty reply of the Elf. Spoiler @KidKrinkles 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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