Resurgence: Anthos

[Geo 1415]

 

The stench of the dying has evidently began flooding the town squares of many settlements throughout our beloved Anthos, as citizens notice the bald, shaved, gouged and gagged bodies of familiar faces be hung high above en mass.  The resurgence had been something terrible surely, carnage, executed to the letter time and time again.  From the deserts to the south, all the way up to the Elven canopies, a violent wave of ... expression, had been unleashed.  This had spread so far, there had to be a center point.  A focus of the resurgence.  These hangings, mutilations and murders had not been for nothing.

Each sigil carved into the flesh of one of these poor, strung up victims, was only but little contribution in the grand scheme of things, as elsewhere in Anthos, smoke billowed high.  Very high.

 

Trailing back to the center of these far stretching lands, one would land themselves back upon the Great Nation Crossing of our dear little Anthos... though they would not be alone, that much was guaranteed.  Smoke billowed indeed, but with smoke comes flame, with flame comes chaos.  Though it ends not there.  The flame brings us one thing more, a mark upon this world.  A sigil, fiery, raw, out of control, an example of real terrorism.  As the hay burned, and the smoke had risen into the air, it left a specific pattern.  One akin to the carnage left previously this day.  In one day, these bodies had appeared in every single city, all bearing the same sigil, and the same amount of horrific desecration.  Though this was the main act of the show, a mantlepiece of fine display. 

 

Many bodies layed scattered around the sigil, some hung from trees.  Names such as Torian, Nathan, Drake, Morta, Lucy, Vladimir Tovalin, and some others.  Like flowers they dotted the field, resting in carnivorous harmony.  As the fires died down, the ashes glowed strong in the field, glaring with provocation up at the sky. The sky knew now, just as much as anyone else did that had witnessed this, that the bearers of these sigils roamed still.  A shadow will hide you.  Ashes will erase you.

 

[Samson Option 9652]

Yil'Vakalad Andalus stops short, with bated breathe as talk of 'terrorism' fills the air. He curtly shakes his head, stating "Damned be thee, O' People of the Boats. You brought this with you as you all sat rank atop your ships' deck, O' how the Imagination could possess such an edge to cut people up over petty acts such as these".

[Aislin 4354]

Gronkk sheds tears of joy as he sees the hanging corpses. The heavens are presenting food to him at every turn. He begins chewing on the corpses.

[5678 260]

Dvari is afraid of these hangings, especially those in Abresi. He has the nearest person arrested for being Edgy, and condemns him to death in the name of the king. Dvari suddenly feels better "Hmmp, t'at person sure wos Edgy, 'e must 'ave participated in t'ese Edgy acts"

[Meanking 311]

*Yet another breeze seems to roll through Malinor*

[Phibbup 286]

For some reason, only a single man stood terrified at the sight of all the dead bodies without making a sarcastic comment. And he was heavily intoxicated, too.