[PK] The Death of a Goat

[BobBox 3798]

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The descent into madness was not difficult, nor was it marked by any of the normal dangers that Elren had seen previously in his life. There were no shouting guards and there were no broken bottles or bar scuffles. Instead, the descent into madness could be noted by the rediscovery of Tawkin, a sudden knowledge of blood magic, and all those long-gone vampyr who associated with it. It was here that the descent into madness began.

 

One’s descent into madness is not enough to be a monster, however, and there was indeed another root cause in this case. The name of this cause was Daz’rukrai - Vasati Thelin. So too would this woman become the root cause of madness and chaos around the world for many others, as the first Naztherak of the modern era, to whom all demonologists can trace their lineage.

 

In time, their souls would be bound, and so the source of madness was ever present and its influence was suffocating.  It is this very madness that would drive Elren to one day kill his adopted daughter, and later his very wife. The man had become a monster.

 

 

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As Elren descended into a pool of blood and R E N emerged, there were stark differences. Where a man had entered, a monster left, and its hunger was never-ending. The body of a klone, ever-so meticulously put together, had been shredded apart, his soul tormented, licked, and gnawed on by fel flames. 

 

Now a creature of many mouths stood on hoofed feet, its gaze ever observant and judgemental. It was at this moment that a Glutton was born, a creature who could have no bounds to his hoarding. Be it food, relics, or horns - of which some twenty-five had been collected - R E N was never sated. 

 

So too was an unholy Scribe created this day, one that would tirelessly work to establish and strengthen the image of Velkuzat.

 

 

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It was in Belvedere, The Home of Goats, where R E N would meet his end. It was here that the religion of Velkuzat was formed, and it was here that its creator would become a Martyr.

 

The ideas of Culture, Customs, Commandments, Trials, and Legends all had come from The Goat, yet many others had previously contributed with their own writings and experiences. In total, some twenty papers had been written about Velkuzat.

 

Although the goat herder had left his flock so soon, it was not due to a dislike of the creatures. Instead, there was a powerful call to His side, to serve in His armies where it was needed, and so that is where R E N would disappear to. It is said that even in vision and prophetic glimpses of Moz’Stromiza, one could occasionally see a tall Zar’akal among His legions.

 

 

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However, a general warning should be given as the mighty Scribe would not venture into Moz’Strimoza without utilizing his full bag of tricks. And so, nearing his death, a small missive was sent out amongst the lands.

 

“Those who have signed their life in service to R E N, The Goat, and other lowly Lords,  know that these are not canceled, nor forgiven. Your soul is claimed by forces even greater than mine, and I hope this serves as a reminder.

 

Know that a wave of Gluttony and Pestilence sweeps the land. Know that while you hide from society, vomiting ash from your maw, your neighbors notice. Even those who have once submitted themselves to the Lords - like Haldir - are not safe.

 

And finally, Churchists, know that while I - R E N - may be away from this world, I am merely strengthening my legions in hell. When you die, and your soul falls into my grasp, there is no mercy.”

 

It was true, for across the land those who had been a benefactor of R E N, those who had written their names on his contracts, would be reminded of their deal for a final time.

 

 

 

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Thank you to Xarkly, and the other people of the church and Reinmar for providing a fun series of CRP events to mark the end of my character and our lair Belvedere. 

 

 

I’ve played R E N (Elren, Tallow, and many other names) for 4-5 IRL years, and I simply feel that it’s time for me to move on and explore other ideas in roleplay. I’ve been given many unique experiences, from blood magic to tawkin, and of course Naztherak.

 

I’d like to also thank The Goat community for RPing with me, reading my missives, and showing up to the battles. I’m proud that these player ran CRP events worked without a hitch, and that we provided a fun story to others.

 

Finally, I’d like to challenge the Naztherak community to write more about their thoughts and beliefs, specifically regarding Lords. I think that Naztherak has a unique opportunity for player worship, and it should be explored.

 

[Junoix 2301]

Amongst that tall Martyr within the legions of hellspawn, the ghostly figure of a woman would be seen perched upon the shoulder of the Zar'akal. O' how sweet the siren's voice was, as it whispered to R E N her desire for more calamity and destruction. Bathed in blood, burned in fire, these two souls would dance forever.

[frvma 1014]

A woman. Red-haired and fiery. Traced the scars that lined her once Elfen ears. "I hope I can meet you again, Ren. Dear Scribe of Him. Maybe then, I could be a better student and follower. But, my work isn't done, my soul isn't mine. I follow the whims of Velkuzat, the great goat, the devourer of all. You set me on this path and have given me great gifts in the short time we knew eachother. The least I can do is repay you by carrying the faith." Intricate lines that traced the entirety of her body, burns that originated from her left palm. She remembered that day and pain well. The first of many sacrifices from her, and gifts from Ren and Velkuzat. They began to glow a purple as goat-like features appeared on her body. 

 

"I hope wherever you are, you are raising hell and carrying the faith of Him. Dear Scribe. May faith guide you in His halls and Hells."

[MysticalWeasel 910]

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Skulking in the shadows, a single crow observed the final moments of the scribe. A shriek and caw heard as it made flight away from the final moments of the lord of Belvedere. Returning to a Warlock draped in green occult wear. A mask set aside on a table, next to a bolt with blacken blood upon its tip. The crow's maw opened wide, creaking and cracking as it replayed the final moments with the flames of hell for its master. 

"So he is no more? The loss of his knowledge and influence will be a void not filled so easily. Shall ensure that void is not wasted, as he would have wanted"

The warlock spoke, without a change in voice or tone. Though the weight of this loss affected him. He saw the truth and knew what must be done. Swiping at the crow, it would fly into a skin grafted tome nearby. Slinking into the pages in a flare of crimson light. Leaving the injured warlock to stew and skulk. A mere candle nearby to illuminate his face.

 

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I just want to say, it was a blast being under you. From being introduced to the character REN, to evolving into a free agent that learned of the Naztherak world. Though I will admit not the most strict follower, I would of have no other person introduce me into the spook community. REN is a character that broke the norms of demon RP, and offered a unique space in the community. I hope to interact with him in some way again in the future. 

It was a true honor, and you had an amazing run. I hope to be able to have my character live up to the expectations you left, and that all goat followers continue to be the goats they are. 

 

 

 

 

[Timer 1978]

Erwin Barclay lifted the head of the felled goat with a self-satisified grin as he rode back to his home of Kretzen. He'd offer the burning trees of Belvedere one last look before galloping off.

[HugoAntero 1962]

Herman Stroheim, a green Reinmaren new to the eternal war against evil, had trouble sleeping the night after.

The fear he experienced during was insurmountable . . .

Yet the courage conjured was overpowering.

Though the thought always lingered; Will they be back?

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 RIP the goat

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[Demonica 678]

The Witch retreated to the nearby forests. Her allies and mentors had been hunted down, one by one.

"O' how far the wicked have fallen." she muttered.

[Rig 17580]

"You perished well," Vriza said to a statue he had erected in the image of the fallen Zar'akal. "The work of our master shall be carried forth in your name."

[VolcanicGoat 299]

"Always fighting till the end, Scribe, VROZT"  said the Inferi Knight, offering a bow of his head  to the fallen

 

[Melpomenne 2032]

Magda sat in silence, unknowing of Elren's passing, but reminiscent of her youth and the role he played in it.

After all, with every plate she saw, she thought of the gluttonous man who became a beast.

[Toudlou 156]

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The Nightshade swayed gently upon the sea, rocking its crew through their slumber, all except Ruven. The blue devil was awake as usual, an empty stare fixed on the hammock above. Ordinary amnesia was a blessing, unfortunately for him, his memories were cherry picked to be the worst of his experiences, one such dwelled on his mind tonight. Nasty, untrimmed claws hovered over his hellish visage as he pondered the first cracks of his brand, planted by Tallow's own will through his foolish youth.

 

"Prince."

 

The shadow beneath him bubbles and stirs.

 

"O' Prince of Desolation. . . Izh'zuun, my Fading Light. . ." it purred.

 

"Leave me alone," he utters beneath his breath, careful not to wake his roommate above, "Oh, but I bring good tidings! Your teacher, REN, has perished," he jolts awake to the claws of his familiar sunk into his shoulder.

 

"No, impossible."

 

"But it is! This is what you wanted, no?" its infernal words toyed with his loosely strung mind like a ball of yarn, "Yes but- it-" his words are drowned out by the striith's twisted laughter, a cat-shaped silhouette loomed by his side, "It should've been you, you should've ended him ~ useless again, Izh'zuun?" Ruven is rendered silent. Across the creature's desolate form its eyes crack open, no mouth or nose - just eyes, all thirteen of them illuminated its master's abominable form.

 

"You are a disappointment," it relished the words, "to the world and hells alike."

 

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