A Darkness Looms…

[Deleted User 009 0]

The man stumbled into the tavern, barely making it to a booth before collapsing in exhaustion. His clothes were ripped and his face was caked with dirt, the clear signs of a long and weary journey. Conversation slowly died away, as people began to fix their eyes on this newcomer, and they began to wonder about his appearance. The man lifted his gaze, slowly making eye contact with every person in the room, before he used up the last of his energy and spoke.

“I come from a village that was once on the border of Asulon. That village is now gone, and void of life. I will tell you the story of the night that I escaped as the sole survivor.”

He looks around the room waiting for any objections, but he is greeted only by curious stares. He continues.

I don’t know what it was that woke me. At first I thought I had woken up from a bad nightmare, but then I realized that I wasn’t so lucky. I heard the terrible sounds coming from my neighbors and their children, screaming and coughing dreadfully, and for what reason I don’t know. The noises of grown men reduced to sheer panic and horror was too much for me. Looking around, bewildered and full of questions, the only thing that didn’t seem menacing was the warm, vibrant ray of sunshine coming in through the window. Then that disappeared too, as a grim shadow overtook it, leaving my village and its inhabitants in darkness. There was no time for reasoning, at that moment I grabbed my cloak and clumsily slipped it on while running for the door. I didn’t even have time to open it, and the years of weather strain and termites finally ended up being its demise when I couldn’t help but plow right through it, right out into the open air.

Almost immediately, my ears went nearly deaf with the high pitched wails, and I couldn’t breath, almost as if something had sucked the oxygen right out of the air, and I could feel my heart’s pulse quickly fading. Willpower was the only thing that kept me alive at that moment, and I sprinted, faster than I ever have before, away from my village. It felt like an eternity, but eventually I could breath again, and I allowed myself one last glimpse back. What I saw didn’t make sense; the village was deserted, no one in sight, yet the screaming and yelling continued. Then I saw the fog, a mass of shadows with the faces of tormented souls, and it was the source of the cries. I saw as it overtook my village, the village that I had called home for over a decade, and that is when I found myself running away again.

During the whole ordeal, I found myself asking the same question over and over again; Why didn’t I heed the words of the man who had warned my village of approaching evil and told us to move further inland? I didn’t listen to him, but I beg you all, listen to me. Stay away from the new border of Asulon that was forced upon us by the fog.”

The man’s words made little sense to the listeners, but his message was clear; Anyone who valued their life should stay away from the new boundaries…

((The map has now been shrunken to 9,000×9,000… but is that really all we’re doing in this mini-update? ;] ))

[Deleted User 009 0]

(( Please remember this is an RP post, therefore all response should be kept IC. ))

[K33MST4R 219]

*Mithas listened intently to the travellers tale, and when he was finished he stepped out of the tavern and looked to the horizon, Maldreth feveriously whispering in his ear* "What have you conjured up this time dread father? What secrets do you hide?" * and with that Mithas set out, the black wind calling him, and power drawing on his very soul*

[Crow (Denivire) 41]

Crow chuckles under his breath and mumbles some words.

"Idiot..."

[Viper3X 1056]

Palm Dryad Palami listens with curiosity. She heeds the man's warning, while speaking in her mind, "I don't wander far from my tree anyhow, but I do hope that no one goes near that evil!"

[Schwaan 176]

  *sits in the corner of the tavern, chuckling a little under his helmet. His face hidden from others.

*mumbles to himself a little. " Why didn't yah just die wit' yer family. "

*places his hand around his mug, lifting it to his lips and sipping his ale.

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

Oi.... 'opefully me island home dunnae meet t'e same fate.

[ℓαтєяяє ~ 236]

*looks worried.*

"This isn't good... not good at all...."

[Eleatic 1033]

* Smiles and twirls in his coat entering cinematically

" Once I told you all of a great evil, now it seems I was right " * Smiles orders a glass of wine and sits watching the ignorant crowd

[KidKrinkles 2044]

Ezekiel Tarus rubs his jaw, thoughtfully, listening to the old man... his eyes narrowed in contemplation, in thought... this was inexplicable... the Undead seemed so far away- so out of reach. Truly the fogs couldn't be their toxic miasthma... but then again no one seems to hold all the cards in Asulon, and in this new world, neigh thirty years old, anything is possible. Even more thoughts burst into mind, the Undead caused the miasthma but seemed less inclined to lurk in it, in his experience...[/color]

"Perhaps he's not so nuts that denying his words and an ear to host them is a bad idea. I think I'd like to speak to this man, later, when he's more inclined to be stable, not in this shock. I'd heed his words..."

He pulled out a small, yellowish apple and bit into it, the juices running down his lips into his beard, "I dunno about anyone else. But I'm going to go and talk to some people about this. Maybe get an expedition going," pointing with his hand wrapped around the apple and an index finger raised, "It'd be nice to know what this stuff is."

Eze'kiel got up and stepped out, his wolf cloak trailed behind him heavy with thick, warm furs and carried by a new curiosity.

[Alan 1815]

Oi.... 'opefully me island home dunnae meet t'e same fate.

The man looks to the dwarf.

I wouldn't take any chances, else you might end up worse than I...

[Eleatic 1033]

* Walks to the man then Looks at the man with very wide eyes and whispers

" Come talk to me after this. . . "

[Toren Neminis 21]

*Toren listens intently to the tale...he is old now, has witnessed more than his fair share of fell creatures and strange evils, to disregard this story. He believes it but does not speak but for a few words.* When peace visits the realm of mortals, it is so strange to us that it can never stay for long.

[Alan 1815]

* Walks to the man then looks at the man with very wide eyes and whispers

" Come talk to me after this. . . "

Nods weakly, then continues listening to the hushed voices of the surprised people around him.

[Wolf Druid Ouity 1461]

Ouity scratches his beard with a grim expression on his face, musing to himself.

This attack sounds... familiar...

Ouity looks closely at the man

Did you see any magicians of some kind causing this? Any source to the maddness?