[Vision] It Begins Again

[Rig 17580]

 

Sᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs. Rᴇғᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ, ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴅɪsғɪɢᴜʀᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs ᴡʜɪᴄʜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ 16+. This vision is accessible solely to practitioners of Naztherak and Inferis players.

 

The minds of the Naztherak and Inferi scattered across the newfangled realm of Azuras pulsated with sudden heat. Behind the eyelids, what appeared to be grey static shifted into little black worms crawling along inside the tender flaps of flesh. The primordial ooze surrounded you as you seemed to wake from your sudden stupor. Enmeshed in the horrid wet sludge of the gorepit, many of the details were imperceivable, but you felt something strong not unlike a viper coiled about your ankle. As you attempted to swim to the surface, you could feel the coppery water surge into your lungs, filling the vacuum where air should be. It tasted strongly of rust and disappointment, a copper flavor not unlike that of raw meat or blood. One might even imagine that the immersive viscera was swallowing you as you tried in vain to escape this trap.

 

ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ. 

ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ. 

ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏsᴇ.

 

The voices rang out in raucous clamor. The first sounded like the dying screeches of a girl burning alive. Perhaps on a funeral pyre or by some more nefarious means. In some cultures, it was not unheard of for them to burn women on their husbands funeral pyres. What sick and vapid vision was this? The second voice sounded like a man’s voice, though it gradually shifted into a guttural one: You have one purpose.

 

It sounded like the grating of a metal beam against harsh stones. The sound almost made your hackles rise as the horrible sounds continued to emanate, your fractured mind hardly keeping pace with the horrors that were unfolding before your very eyes as a monolithic abomination adorning a ram skull mask was seen crossing a small threshold towards a nearby pentacle.

 

“Please!” The woman cried out in anguish, “Let me go. I have children.” Not a lie, but not the whole truth either. This woman had tried to sprint out of the room and left her accursed children to die at the hands of the Dark Brotherhood. Crunch!

 

 

The woman burst apart beneath a cloven hoof as the demented monstrosity lifted his eyes heavensward and proclaimed: “Your purpose is to die!” Many eyes flared beneath the mask, reminiscent of flashing red lights, though to the horror of those that beheld him he had spider-like eyes, many little gelatinous orbs which looked out from behind the mask with narrowly contained virulence. And onto the next, a small woman of unknown origin cried out as she was sent crashing through the nearby manor wall, the whiplash shattering her spine and leaving her life to slowly ebb as her lifeless lower half dangled from outside the wooden board, a shoe slipping off of her corpse and falling onto the ground. The harsh and wallowing thunderclaps outside emanated sulfur, the air thick with tension as the figures seemed to turn and the scene dissolved into the reddish-tinged murk you were seemingly trapped within. 

 

The name was seared into your eyelids in Ilzakarn.

 

V̶̺̼̞͕̗̗̺̬͛̐̽̆͂̔̚ʀ̶̨͔̩̲͂͊̎͐͆̓̍̐̎͐͛̂ɪ̸̧̡̀̃̌́̽̉̃̊̐͊̈͑͑̄ᴢ̴̢̧̻̰͉̲̫͙̠̠̠̣͇̖͓̇̈́̇̋̑̌̿̓̚͝ᴀ̵̨̢͉̐̐͝!̴̧̹̹̦͛̾̔̀̍