A merchant scans over the missive, a brow lifting as he nodded his head in agreement. "While idiotic in their faith, I will agree with my kinsfolk on this single point. The Kazin'kuls, must indeed be Kazin'culled." A chuckle escaped the tanned Mali'dun, the merchant of the Sea going back to preparing that glorious coastal home of his. 

3/5 More learn in the Temple, and the great order

A once Inquisitor of Kazimirs Inquisition hears the news, a prayer offered to Archangel Michael and Godan in hopes that his mentor fights honorably, and that his victory is secured. 

A Grotesque Greeting

The contents of these letters would be spread about the realm of Haensetti-Ruska, dropped off by various undead crows. Upon each letter, the sigil of a golden hydra could be seen, one differing to the common Xionist or Fifithist sigils. 

Greetings to you foolish nobles, wretched whelplings, and wounded knights. 

We of the Order of the Stygian Hydra graciously would like to extend our warmest welcomes to the citizens of the north. What would we be without the foolish flocks of mortals like yourselves? Like a wolf without sheep, we would starve, we would deteriorate, and our hunger would consume us. Yet it has not, for the weaklings such as yourself offer such gracious sustenance, offer such grand enjoyments of show and theater. After all, one cannot call that display of gore and cruelty last saints day to be anything but a show—a theater, a play, and most importantly, an introduction. 

Our creation still lingers in your woods, free from our shackles, for what fun would a bound beast be? Whether it attacks flesh or bone, friend or foe, such matters little, for we merely seek to start this play right; we’ve not even begun to reach the climax of this first act. So prepare, host your small forces, sharpen your blades, and focus on whatever foe you deem more pressing. Whether the skeletons amongst the hills or the undead amalgam lurking in your woods. We will be waiting and watching with a vested interest.

As for those of the Fifth Lord, the Fifthists, if you will, let this declaration of battle also act as an olive branch. A hand of ivory offered to the fellow practitioners of our craft for any future endeavors involved with our most glorious art.

Prepare, Ponder, and Plead 

For the Play has just Begun

Gimilzor, Golden Fist of the Divine Tricksters, Ruler of the Black Sands, Arbiter of the Unholiness, The Primeval Serpent, Lord Commander of the Mistguard, Right Hand to Aurelion the Black.

 Icarian, The Crows Craftsman, Onyx Eye of the Divine Tricksters, Warlord of the Yen’Droch Rodi, Chief Architect of the Temple 

Daezmun,The Doctor, Ivory Blade of the Divine Tricksters, The Cursed Child of Malin, Bandit Lord of Almaris 

Join the ever growing army!

Another one has joined the army

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/225791-necromancy-ma-silverthedm/

A Craftsman cackles in delight at the new acolyte within the Du'Shadiss 

A capitalist corpse crafter looks in both irritation, but appreciation in the use of the undead crows. "Curious indeed, I wonder if they shall send letter anytime soon- I do pray there is actual meaning in this endeavor"  He murmured, speaking to himself and the two hulking giants of twisted bone and flesh. The newly blessed temple, acting to give inspiration to the scheming elder. 

Good to see the Jokul added in. +1

One of those very same wolves looked to the missive, a grin coming to spread upon the mans withered features, his large form hunched as he looked to various forces around him. "He has done well, that student of mine." The papers would be flung into low embers, catching alight as he began to make his way to that tomb. "Let us see what the Bastard Butcher will bring them in these coming days." His ivory palms would rise, resting upon the heavy doors, before he slowly pushed them open. It was time for the Craftsman to create something new. 

A certain Craftsman received this vision, his form coming to jolt awake, as he looked towards the night sky. The distant sound of crows could be heard overhead, he rubbed at his aged visage , contemplating all he had just been witnessed to. "Balance will soon find itself restored, for if purity comes to grace us with its presence, so shall corruption soon follow it." The corners of his lips drew into a thin smile, the man slowly rising as he began to to assemble what he needed, the large ivory skull coming to rest upon the withered wildwynns face, before he left to inform the others. 

17 hours ago, satinkira said:

This MArt is being posted prior to the roleplaying of the ritual, which will be conducted by two Nephilim, and a Necromancer.

Hey there, wanted to inquire as a Necromancer, but wouldn't this MArt be better suited for a Mystic or Wight utilized in helping it considering its heavy focus on the spirit/soul rather then the physical body? From my understanding, its more of an anchored ghost, rather then just an actual living breathing construct? 

All and all, looks pretty solid and is a cool MArt thematically, just kinda surprised Azdrazi be working with Necromancers. 

Númendil adversaries look to the missive, confusion quickly turning to anger. "Of course! They are trying to weaken their bones!" 

The Winemaker would still be pondering over the events he had witnessed in person, still shocked by the display of brutality and barbarism from the elven nobility. "May he rest well in the soul stream, perhaps one day he may find further vengeance." With his goodbye prayer given, the Winemaker would pop open an old vintage, and grab a small tray filled with yellowed powder. In front of him, rested various notes and posters. Something brewing within the Wildwynns wicked mind. 

Seerdom

Just go into the information broker business and make money, or you could just also pretend to be an expert on written languages. Could also just gaslight the world if you wanted to. 

Xionism as a concept is a really unique and interesting thing, which I think its awesome to see all the things that have come to pass from it. Such groups that have taken inspiration from it, like the Ashen Faith, Sisterhood of Skjoldier, Shorewalkers, The Yen Droch'Rodi,  Way of the Fifth Lord and many other various and hidden groups. The way its also been used to create interesting philosophical differences and stand points, has also been a fun rp aspect to explore both on my character and I'm sure many others. 

I think overall you've created an awesome resource and building block for the creation of a grimdark-fantasy cultures and rp, and its something that I as a player, would love to see a bit more of. In terms of seeing some more ST interest in using a lot of the old aspects of the lore. 

Very dope

I like the aesthetic changes, however I'm a bit iffy on the single person rite of draining, overall Its still a +1

Another old bones +1

Boggens

The Gluttonous Gravediggers

Sepulcher Ghoul Magic the Gathering Art from Adventures in the Forgotten Realms Set by Jason A. Engle

Culture/History

Creatures from an age where Necromancers held more power and the mortals were more careless, Boggens are predators of both man and beast alike. Nicknamed ‘The Gluttonous Gravediggers,’ these beasts can be found throughout the lands. Whether in a mist-filled swamp or the hazy corpse-dredged battlefield, these beasts of the bog are nothing to trifle with. 

The story tells of how these creations resulted from foul Necromancy gone awry, causing the creation of this wicked and bestial undead to spread throughout Aeos and Eos. A simple scratch or a simple bite spreads plague among those afflicted, and soon the onset of a terrible desire to consume the dead fills them. 

Creature Summary

A creature born for war and misery, these beasts of the damned often stand a bit taller than they were in life. Ranging from 5-7 ft in height, their bones have grown longer due to the necrotic tinkering done upon them. Their nails now resemble talons, and their teeth have become needle-like and thin. Their body would resemble a pale and preserved corpse, their hair falling out wholly or remaining in thin wisps. Their eyes now bearing an abyssal green-blue hue. 

Behavior

Boggens are nothing more than a husk for hungry lifeforce. The soul of the individual is barely there, the only ingrained instinct and emotion being animalistic and cruel in nature. This is due to them often using the memories they acquire through eating the dead to lure in and trap the unknowing. These skilled predators use their acute control of mists to replicate the homes or visages of their victims. 

Abilities

Mist Manipulators

These foul dead hold the innate ability to manipulate mist and fog around them. Allowing them to cover themselves and attempt to feign life, they are able to mimic the appearance of anyone they have eaten, in addition to utilizing their manipulation of mists to cause the surrounding area to take on the shape of different areas they have seen. 

Redlines

• They may control an area up to the range of Shout, anything outside of that range will be able to be seen as fake and illusionary

• They can only mimic the appearance of the individual they are disguised as, being unable to mimic words, scent, or speech. The illusion is entirely visual. 

• Should a Boggen attempt to disguise themselves as another individual, they would find difficulty in holding a true illusion. Still holding the inability to speak, as well as mask their scent.  

• They cannot control mist while also attacking, at best maintaining a dense and hard to see fog in #Q range while also attacking. 

The Rotten Smog

The dead are known for their horrid smell, often reeking of rotten flesh and viscera. The Boggen is no exception to their undead kindred. Coming off as a pale and sickly-smelling mist, like a mixture of rotten eggs and skunk spray, those that reside in the Rotten Smog will find themselves growing sickly. Those without protection from plague and malady find their skin growing horrid yellow-blue rashes. Warped Warts growing over their visage as those who had breathed in the foul concoction would find trouble breathing. All of these symptoms last for 3 OOC Days before diminishing and clearing themselves over time. 

Redlines

• The Boggen is capable of controlling this rotten smog, though the range of control extends to a maximum of 8 blocks around them. 

• One has to be within the fog for 6+ emotes in order to be infected with the disease.

  • The disease involves warts, shortness of breath, and peeling yellow-blue rashes that form on any area left exposed. 

  • This Disease can be treated with Deadmans Cure, Paladin Healing, or Farseer Shamanistic Blessings. 

  • The use of Hemo-flow will double the recovery rate, the disease running its course in 3 OOC days rather than a full OOC week. 

• Those that breathe through Air Purifying Respirators, hold the Healthy Body Mutation, Necromancers and Undead will find themselves immune to the effects of the horrible odor.

• A person may opt to OOCly keep this plague permanently.  

Redlines

• Boggens are unable to be properly tamed and friendly creatures, always desiring to hunt or kill.

• A group of 4 T3+ Necromancers as well, through RO approval, may conduct a custom and free-form ritual in an area to raise a Boggen/’s in an area for creating a Player Hosted Event/Eventline. 

  • This may not be done to provide ‘additional’ forces to a necromancer, the Boggen/’s are still hostile and will still attempt to kill their creators once raised. This cannot be used for benefit of the necromancers in combat or active combat, and is strictly for player events.

• Boggens hold the strength of a lesser orc, however are limited to the use of claws and teeth

• Their bones, due to their oversaturation of lifeforce, have become far stronger in nature. Becoming as durable as iron. 

• An individual is unable to capture the foul Smog of mist that lays around a Boggen, the stench soon leaving the rotten corpse once it is slain.

Credits

Writing - SilvertheDM

Consultation - boughtabride

References/Original Inspiration - Xarkly, The Lectorate

A certain Winemaker hears of the news in passing, what with his home being in close borders with the realm of Helios. So does this Winemaker ponder, mulling over his previous interactions. "So a man dies. . .yet his spirit, well, he did always foster an interest in the arcane" The Winemaker would slowly stroll over to a book shelf, his hand rising to the old weathered tome, his interest now far greater then it had been prior. His lips curling into a cruel grin, as he hopped and skipped in the laboratory.  "I suppose my first test subject has been found!"

Hell yeah

Honesty this seems like a dope rewrite, glad to see it becoming more of a main magic, and seeming less of a side thing. I've got no complaints, +1

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/228106-rh039thoraen-necromancy-ta-silverthedm/

2/3

So the Young Spider, has grown its fangs

DRUNK ROBOTS WOOOOOOOO!