[Zone] Stake of Mordring

[Zarsies 6795]

 

Over the doughy sprawl of the Dreamer’s Marsh a black comet streaked through the aether piercing storm clouds, a needle drilling the firmament. A poisoned needle. The Stake’s drop came with a blanketing quiet over the clattering and shrieking of battle, the doomed impact site numbed and muffled as though the very world tensed in anxious anticipation. Below, disparate parties clashed with the ritual attendants whose black craft had already delivered. Death approached and it came in a silent, blinding instant. The murk and mire of the pulpous moors erupted, bodies and mounts flew, and western Aevos shook at the command of its maker:

 

The King Beneath.

 

The crater rent like a hammer’s strike cast earth and trees across the swamp and as the dust settled there it loomed, thorned like bramble yet severe and serrated like Abyssal plate. Proud amidst sagging willows and sunken strands towered the Stake of Mordring. A wound in the world oozing infectious dark magic through the swamp it punctured.

 

The land wafted of distant decay as the West had been cursed by its bewitched metal, delivering not blight nor darkness but inspiration. The hope found in new life: life again. The land stirred as the dead in the Stake’s vicinity were denied their eternal rest, the unknown droves of those who perished there or befell the Marsh’s enchantment found themselves wake with mouthfuls of sloping moss and mire. Filthy corpses shambled from their unmarked graves and began to dot the territory. Guardians? Vengeful dead? What would come from these forlorn souls so abruptly awakened from their peaceful, dreamless oblivions? Nonetheless they felt the call. They were hailed by something black; a thorned tower of Abyssal morion, a barbed javelin befitting a higher power. And yet the undead draconic titan, a lower power, drew them with an unspoken promise. A future. Blacker and better. Such ambiently animated cadavers rose and so too would the freshly slain or any such dead who laid in the miraculous soil. 

 

Ghouls rise from the Dreamer's Marsh, necrotic servants for the Lord of the Abyss and his heralds, the wraiths of the Black Nexus.

 

OOC: 

 

The Stake of Mordring is a passive event site where the_dreamers_marsh region has been cursed, granting undeath to any dead bodies or freshly killed mortals in its territory. This means the Ghoul CA is now an Open CA in the same manner as ghosts. However, to be eligible the given character must have died within the region or have been buried in it. 

 

These applications must conform to ST standards for creature applications meaning those who wish to apply must read and thoroughly absorb the lore to answer the application’s questions. The ‘Creator’s RP name’ field should read “The Stake of Mordring” and ‘Creator’s MC name’ should read “N/A”.

Ghouls created this way are upon resurrection bound to Mordring as their commanding necromancer and creator (elaborated on in Ghoul lore). This loyalty can be leased to his wraiths when they use their Silence Divinity ability where the wraith player may have their CArt application commented on the ghoul’s CA. Therein, ghouls who have been mastered by a wraith can be revived through the Rite of Return made accessible to the given wraith (regardless of their underlying CA/MAs). Consequently, ghouls who go unclaimed by any wraith can only be revived by Mordring in irregular events.

 

Lastly, the Stake is a gigantic enchanted metal structure in a remote, muddy place and the problem it presents won't be solved through cannons and/or boomsteel payloads. Please spare us the /sreqs asking to destroy it, its solution will require some creativity. Anyone wishing to interact with the Stake, location, and/or region please message me in private. ^_^ Enjoy!

[wowj 9747]

"MORDŪRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!" Takemura screams at the swamp, before returning to his and Bata's plot- The best plot of all, the greatest plan. K A M I * K A T S U

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

"FEANOOOOOOOR!" The blind samurai rages as doom comes to Koyo-Kuni once more - the Fourth Yokai War. :doom:

[ArcaneChicken 121]

"mitashi hopes for bub fishes" Says the Angler 🎣🐟

[Johann 2498]

Gael of the Sunlit Covenant eventually catches wind of the news. He now roams the world, gathering old allies for another crusade in the name of their late Lord's ideals, of ORDER and GUARDIANSHIP...

[Jentos 9422]

The An-Gho trummed his harp in the temple hall of Tor-Praeth, singing a song of ghosts.

 

"In a land now unseen, 

 

Where white wings unfolded, 

 

Aegisian pit unleashed,

 

The Westerlands blasted, 

 

Its crown hung low, 

 

And in Bastion, 

 

King Caius weeps still." 

[FlemishSupremacy 6115]

A Nephilim raged at the news, soon making ready to head south. "Feänor's Folly." He snapped to anyone who might listen.

[The Tough Guy 4319]

 

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/4l9UV0H47r4?si=B9XH7-sWtILIA8tY

 

 

[Islamadon 9158]

A Monk prostrated upon both hands and knees as he scrubbed a floor clean of crusted crimson. A splash of water swept away the suds, and once again did the marble underneath emerge with a cleanly vibrance.

The Monk, who had made a mess of the floor, reveled with zanshin. For, despite the atrocity, He was without a doubt certain of one thing: The Fool had deserved the bolt.

Nevertheless, the Monk understood well that filth now crept towards his home. He had scrubbed diligently, and he knew that he must scrub yet still.
 

[DizzyGrey 1229]

Yhl'Flaaowni gasped as she retrieved a vision from atop the strange stake, blinking and shivering in horror. 

[Junoix 2301]

Out of a mirror emerged a Peregrine, the glass shattering behind her.

[Hawkeye_Gough 624]

A harbinger of the Stake languished in the Elysian Wastes, having traded its life to enact Mordring's will. Unknowing and unfeeling in the throes of empty death, the Legate seemed pleased nevertheless.

[lemonke 6014]

Spoiler

You could have called it Beacon or some other thing..... WHY ZARSIES, WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!

 

"MOOOOOOOOOOORDRING!" A fellow Oyashiman screamed.

[jqsmlne 460]

Unaware of the chaos and horror that awaited, Liriana slept quietly deep within Illivira, anxiously awaiting her attunement.

[xo31 3979]

A once-Herald's eyes widened as his eyes beheld the streak through the sky. Thereafter, they narrowed, and behind them, two minds, one descendant and one voidal, thought 'took them long enough'.

 

A random Haeseni citizen asked the humble servant Enoch; "What the hell was that?!" and the answer he'd give would be a lie, for he responded, "How am I to know?"