[Recruitment] Quiet is the Fall, Smooth is the Road.

[TheWyrdWolf 1532]

 

 

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Joseph sat before the ashes of a smoldering fire, the embers and coals glowing softly beneath a moonless sky. His dull eyes settled upon a small painting of his Son and Wife within the plain steel locket which nestled itself against his weathered hands. The youthful look and innocence that was depicted upon both of their faces, the light which was held in their eyes was not reflected in his own.

They were his joy in the world, the light that granted him purpose and now..

They were gone.

The shallow graves which he had made for his family were before him as he knelt amidst the muck  and soil of the forest. What was he to do now?

“Make them suffer..” 

 

A voice as harsh as a winter storm cut through the silence of the clearing and Joseph, who had thought himself alone, quickly stood and looked about the area. He was surrounded by darkness and nobody was nearby.

“Who goes there?”

His voice betrayed his emotions, he was scared, powerless just as he was when his Wife and Son were taken from him.

“A Friend.. One who can offer you the world..”
 

“My world is gone, taken from me.. There is nothing left for me but pain in this life..”

“Then, allow me to ease your suffering..”

From the midst of the darkness emerged a grotesque thing, a deformed monstrosity of twisted flesh and silver tongue that offered naught but honeyed words and faux promises. It stood a head taller than Joseph and carried a Shepherd's Crook, an infernal guide for the lost. Joseph felt his heart racing, he wanted to run but his feet were stuck in place, frozen by fear. This is exactly how he felt when he had found his Wife and Son slain in his home.. He felt weak, hopeless. It was as if history was repeating itself.

The wicked thing stepped forth upon cloven hooves, the ground beneath it scorched and marred by brimstone and hellflame. Its taloned digits clasped about the twisted Crook in his hands as it loomed over Joseph.

“Your weakness betrays you, my Son.. as it did your Family. You were unable to protect them as you did not have the strength you needed, and in doing so, you failed the ones you cherished most.”

“I.. know..”

Joseph found himself upon his knees once more, that utterance and admittance of his own failures the only words that he could find to say as rivulets of tears fell down his cheek. The Prophet approached, lifting Joseph's gaze with a single talon beneath his chin, pressed gently upon his supple flesh.

“I know of one who can make you Strong, grant you the Strength you need to ease your suffering so that you need not experience this torment again.. Come my Son, let us pay tribute to the Father of Devils”

 
And so it was that Joseph found himself with hope in his heart once more, little did he know that the road to the Hells was smooth and easy going.. And soon it would be too late for him.

Whispers would spread of the growing darkness, of Infernal messengers spreading their honeyed whispers to the weak and those downtrodden of the world..

 

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As the Church celebrates their hard fought and self perceived victories, the Black Faith stirs once more in darkness, giving rise to new Cultists, Demons and Ne'er Do Wells alike with each passing night. Though they thought their war over, it was only just beginning.

The Darkness gathers its strength.

The Light wanes.

"Quiet is the Fall, Smooth is the Way, Gentle is the Hand that leads you Astray."

 

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Hello everyone!

Hope you are all having a splendid day. This is just a callout to those who would like to be involved in Black Faith, Cursed Child, Demon/general Naztherak RP (I won't just be handing out free MA, so if that's what you're looking for turn back.). I'm looking for individuals who are interested in providing a unique narrative experience for others and can help elevate the story for both sides of the Conflict.

If you are interested in pursuing one of these paths, please reach out to me! I don't mind if you are a new RPer either, i will help show you the ropes.

Contact me on Discord and we'll talk about it!

 

[Frostdrop1 1843]

The heart of the devil screamed within, pained and suffering time and time and time again. There were times that were good, there were times that were bad. Even the mundane was a struggle to cope with, to succeed or survive in.  However, one thing remained certain: there was no place for Reinhard: not in the light and not in the dark. He needed his own corner of reality. That perception made for a deeply broken person, a sight always hidden from the world. Oh, how he had begun to fit the mold he scorned. The weakness: a staining, trailing thing that marked the lot of them.

 

I don't want it, he told himself. And yet, every pain fractured his will that little bit further. Every betrayal was friendship.  Every hurt was care. Every lie was love. He existed to be hurt and traded from his very beginning. He was a token in the games of others. However, there was always a choice to be made: he knew what became of blackened hearts.

 

Ich can fear eaself, or ich can fear the world.

 

For now, for better or worse, he chose the latter. And, for now, it continued to infest at his aching mind.

 

 

[Morigung-oog 5700]

A crippled youth landed into a nearby puddle of mud with a loud splash and a yelp of pain. Deformed from birth, he had been denied the common privilege, common luxury those around him were afforded, acceptance. His head bowed to the rambunctious children who pointed, laughed and jeered, masking the jaded hatred, the envy that burned within his very soul. They would pay; they would fear his name one day; he swore it...

 

Leopold clutched at a muddied and torn missive in his offhand...

 

Yet for now, he chose to bide his time.