[PLAYER EVENT] A Warning And a Job. The Isles are NOT Safe.

[spaazmatism 1018]

 

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• A Warning And a Job. The Isles are NOT Safe.
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• Around Kalldur, this missive is found stapled to noticeboards, left on tables in taverns, and pinned to trees along woodland paths.
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• To any able-bodied men and women of capable arms who care for their own survival, I write this not for coin, but as a warning that has festered into a plea. My name is Theron. My ship, the Sea Serpent, made landfall on these strange shores a week ago, seeking what all of us from Aevos seek... We found the snow capped mountains of the south to be a majestic sight. The taiga forests were full of game. The rivers ran clean. It seemed a perfect haven. We were fools.

 

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• We were led by a man named Korbin. I’d fought alongside Korbin’s band before; they were reliable, tough as old boots, and had seen enough of the horrors in Aevos to not be easily rattled. They were a solid investment. Or so I thought. The first sign was the skittering on the rocks above us. Then they came. A line of ghouls in heavy plate-mail, moving forward as one... And with them, for each of these armoured horrors, two skeletons, moving with a speed that defied reason.... But Korbin's people were ready. He barked an order. Shields locked. Crossbow bolts flew. And by god, it worked. I saw a skeleton shattered by a shot. I saw a ghoul in plate stagger back as two fighters drove their pikes into it, killing it. 
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• For a moment, we were holding. That's when the hope died. The skirmish was a feint. As Korbin's mercenary line advanced, 
•  We were surrounded. The skeletons swarmed over our shields, dragging men and women down onto the ground below... These mercenaries fought like wild men. They killed a good number of the walking dead. But for every one they fell, another seemed to take its place. Korbin was shouting, his axe smashing through a skeleton, but I saw the moment he knew. It was in his eyes, right before a ghoul in plate slammed into him. They were being slowly ground into pulp. And then he came. He walked out from the tree line as the last of my guards fell, moving with the slowness of an old man. A walking corpse, a mummy draped in funeral robes and a crown of rusted iron. His face was a sunken mask of leather, but his eyes, pale silver in the shadows of his skull, held an intellect so cold it stole the air from my lungs. He surveyed the slaughter, the corpses of his minions meaning nothing to him... His gaze passed over Korbin and his band, now being dragged to their feet by the mummy's foul magic, their bodies already twitching…
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• He looked at me, cowering amidst the wagons. He did not smile. He did not speak. He simply turned and moved away, his army of the dead falling in behind him. He left me alive... for unknown reasons... So, this is a desperate plea. The evil here is ancient, intelligent, and it commands the very dead we bury. It turned the best fighters I could hire into more soldiers for its legion of death.... I am a merchant. My sword arm is weak. But my coffers are deep. I will empty them for a new company. We must find this creature and burn it. This is about survival. If we are to stay here, even for a short while, we must carve that right from the clutches of the dead. If you have the courage to face a foe that learns from your tactics, find me in the southern passes. Ask for Captain Theron.

 

 

Do not take the southern passes…

 

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[Nathaniel Maxwell 66]

*The Titanic Tigerasi's eyes intently scanned the page, narrowing as the Aelkos read of the demise of the names and lives mention in the missive, as he made his way back to his camp to make mention to his fellow warriors. Worthy Prey had made itself known.

[Behindbush 163]

A veiled figure hidden behind a crimson horned mask stood within the herd of undead flesh and fragile animated bones, pointing leisurely with the tip of his sword towards the unlucky living party.

A raspy voice exuded shortly after from within its darkened frame.

 

 

"Purge them."

 

And the flock listened.

[Jaslaw 602]

[!] And so, even if the creature of death could not read, they were well aware of their mountain home. 

Urzul oversaw the shambling hoards as they did work around the mountain. Gathering lumber, carving stone, and forging crude weaponry from the metals that laid deep within the island they found themselves upon.

Polishing their polehammer they took with them upon the travels... That still had some rust due to the salty waters of the sea. Yet not being able to help being impressed as all of the dead did their tasks. Working much akin to a well oiled machine, for such was the fate of these damned now…

Including the new batch of corpses The Lich had brought in, but the lady of the Black Rose would not even know their names. For Korbin and his men, or rather what remained of their once living selves, were none more than a new pair of high quality tools for them. [!]

 

[____Spectral____ 168]

[!] Whilst the ghostly figure of Norido was walking the frozen taiga covered mountains, he would stumble across this missive pinned to the side of a large tree; he wouldn't read all the way through it properly, only skimming it over quickly, before continuing his exploration of the isles, though he did comment quiety ". .heh- . . . .if these corpses slammed their. . weapons into the. . canonists. . that would do me a good favor. . . . . . . bleh."

[Ardory 2978]

A divine observer peers from his pocket dimension to the islands for a solitary moment. He leans back into his throne, humming and stroking his short beard in deep thought beyond mortal comprehension.

 

“Fascinating.”

[Smmer 2441]

Under the dead of night a man walked through the woods. Anonymity. Shrouded by darkness a mask he wore, pestilence and plague. He would be the one to unearth a corpse who had to yet separate from bone and flesh, a singular tombstone rested unevenly as the earth was disturbed reading "Here Lies the remains of C.M.H, long may she rest."  perhaps a plan all along? A soul for a wish, a dream like a child, an Empire stained red. 

 

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