A grim message outside Arethor...

[Blundermore 2741]

The night of Arethor was bustling. The city tough slowly dying down as it fell into the rest and sleepfull state that night brings with it.

For the outside of arethor, all was silent, a few late night trades scurried here and there, a boy runs by shouting the name of someone.

That did not matter though, for out of the darkness it came. A figure clad in large and heavy black plate. Behind it, it pulled the corpse of a would be lumber jack right to the front gate. The corpse impaled on a pike it left a trail of blood in its' wake. Slowly but surely the figure clad in plate stopped in front of the gate just as the boy ran by. Looking at the lights of the city he sneered before raisng the corpse up high and slamming it into the ground. There he left it, looking at his work with grim glee he place a note on the corpse. Watching as it slowly slid down, bile came from its' orrifices. Turning, he left before most were any the wiser.

Apon the note it read but one single line, though simple it was, it was forboding to say the least.

"the forests are ours now..."

On the streets however, one took notice of the dread knight. A hooded elf ((snipes9990)), he watched in horror of what he saw, that such malice and cruelty could even be made by any normal being,

Swallowing his fear, he followed after the dread knight. Followed it and continued to follow it as it made its' way through the night.

He kepted far, far away from it sight, sneaking from one bush to outcropt of rock, watching as the heavy footfalls of the figure continued onwards.

It was finally when he came to the grey wise mountains that he turned the meandering bend of the road to find the figure gone.

What lay instead was but a mirk, a mist, and a foul smell in the air...

What lay ahead, was... The forest itself...

He peered into the mist, feeling but dread and fear in the mists as he looked onwards into the ever deepening abyss of the fog.

Something foul has taken refuge in the forest... Something dark indeed.

Without the backbone to continue along with what would be a fool hardy endeavour, he turns back apon himself, and slowly walks back to town. Baffled at what he had seen, and most intent in most likely telling others of the ordeal.

One thing is for certain, the forests of the grey wise mountains are home to more than just trees now.

Be on your guard...

[Blundermore 2741]

((typed on iPod))

[Ford 1996]

I clap for this....nicely done and suspenseful :). I can't wait to see what the event team has in store for us ;D

[Agent Miller 26]

Now I am scared of going and getting wood near Arethor

[Blundermore 2741]

((I thank seventh for putting the needed rp item up in front of Arethor if he did do so as I did not see if he did. Though this was not originally thought up by the event team I may contact them about helping me with some future events to play out that may require more boots on the ground))

[craotor 617]

The woods once bustling with forest life and lumberjacks wanting to provide for theire famalys have now changed.Trees are marked with runes made of fresh blood in the form of a odd star and the ones that are not marked have the smell of decay on them and look like they are rotting.

[Blundermore 2741]

(( damn it iPod for making so many mistakes... Footballs instead of footfalls? Stupid iPod. Thanks craotor for adding that in as well)

[Blundermore 2741]

Now I am scared of going and getting wood near Arethor

I write to grip my readers, just know that when you may be looking into the forest that eyes may now be staring right back at you...

[Haelphon 407]

Apon the note it read but one single line, though simple it was, it was forboding to say the least.

"the forests are ours now..."

*Stands with his hands on his staff, these words replaying in his mind. His darkest thoughts now encircle him, as the trees begin to move in an manner far from normal breath. This is a crisis, and in Haelphon's mind, prepares him for a battle of coming darkness. He heads to his Good-Lair amongst the forest. ((As opposed to an evil lair. (: ))*

[Watyll 1104]

Death kneels next to the dead man

"Someone has been doing my job..."

Then he looks at the note and studies the man, noting his commoner clothes.

"Probably a nobleman making a land grab...if it is they will feel my sting soon..."

[Blundermore 2741]

Morn comes to Arethor, the city begins to stir once more. The bell tolls as the guard assembles to hear news of what has been found beyond the wall. Today is a day of sadness indeed.

The carcass sits still apon the pike outside Arethor, now in the light you see strange runes cut into it's flesh, the hands and feet are stubs of bloody gore. The face, monstrous to look apon with flesh hooks pulling back the skin apon it to reveal the inner workings of the face. Ravens make festering apon the body.

What monsters could've done such a thing?

[lev 627]

Varrond walks past the body, completely oblivious to anything but his own thoughts. He thinks to himself "Someone has a very nice way of dealing with 'victims'!" After thinking this he cackles, as he heads to the darkest and most villainous alley's of Arethor, to lay wait for his next victim.

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

Areon looks baffled as he takes the carriage to Arethor for his typical prayers. Curious to see why the crowd gathers this time, another proclamation of war, perhaps even an announcement for a marriage. Hopping off he asks a nearby peddler for the Golden Harvest what the commotion is. The answer is grim, and Areon announces himself, pushing past the majority of the crowd while a small few make way for him.

He gags slightly at the sight, mustering his nerves however and inspecting the runes and note. Asking for aid in preparing the corpse for burial, he gives the victim his last rites. Heading back to Ildon to muster his allies for a small scouting mission into the woods, to investigate a new source of evil.

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Corpses of those who enter the forest are impaled on the now thorn like branches of the decaying and rotted trees, done in a similar fashion as those of the one outside Arethor

Runes are made in blood on the bloated corpses, maggots and grubs squirming in the eye sockets and orifices of the bodies, thick fat white things with a disgusting look about them that squirm in the air and crawl back in the mass

The corpses smell weeks old but couldn't be as the blood is still partially wet and the corpses have recently become stiff

[Aluaethner 17]

(I have no backbone, ahhh.)