Faerilien

Far on the outskirts of the capital of Nevaehlen, a sight of ruins, now made to be the playground of an ancient entity that made that place its home. Scouts were sent out as letters had arrived of the arrival of a withered king. Igarashi Shirunai had made his presence known to be amongst the mali'ame of the vale. Soon the search parties returned, reporting a foul necrotic portal that had emerged deep within the crumbled ruins. Several times a week, scouts had returned to the ruins, only to find the blighting worsening with each passing day. Nevaehlen acted swiftly, assembling a task force of blades and druii that would cleanse the corrupted grounds. They gathered swiftly, mere days after the awakening of the rift, and gathered their ranks to depart. As they approached the ruins, they were met with an unholy sight. Those attuned to nature could hear screeching and weeping from within the accursed ruins, the most brave stood their ground. Skeletons started crawling out of the ground, black whisps denouncing their presence amongst the fauna. Laughter and chatter was heard far away as the druids cut their way through the skeletal army. The party had a plan in mind, they split up, groups ventured left and right, Osar climbed the towers by unusual means, scaling the walls like a spider. Some turned completely invisible in the darkened sky. Soon they defeated the first horde of enemies. The Aspen was brave, and stood at the forefront when facing a tough enemy, a gurgling ghoul had appeared. The party cut the foul creature down, assisted by their archers shooting from the walls. However this was not enough, the creature raptured, and exploded in a fury of bone and viscera, gravely wounding the brave Aspen. The brave druid urged the rest to advance, staying behind with archer Liriana to tend to the wounds. Another squad had made their way down into the courtyard of the ruins, faced by a ravaging strike of the dark lightning they stood their ground. A small legion of skeletons armed with bows appeared, raining down a volley on the brave warriors that stood in the courtyard. Severely outnumbered it was not looking good for them, the skeletons barraged them with sickly arrows, and creatures with swords hacked at their limbs. The group on the top-side of the ruins quickly jumped down, aiding their fellows in exterminating the evil. Soon the gathering made it to the doors of the tower where the portal lay dormant, black lightning ravaged in their wake, dissipating everything behind them until no enemies were left. However, this would not be the end.. skeletal hands started grasping at their ankles through the crumbling floorboards, crippling some as they advanced. The floorboard crumbled beneath them, leaving the warriors and scholars no choice but to resort to alternative means. Some placed down boats, some used magick to harden the withered shrubbery. The party was split, one side stood afront an open door, facing the portal head on. The other found themselves before a closed, grand but decayed door. Lenore charged onwards, forcing the door open with a spear and sword in hand. If one were to have looked down at the crumbling floors they would look at a shadowy abyss, filled with necrotic spiders and critters waiting on someone's footing to falter to ultimately consume them. Yet, just before the floors crumbled, the party made it to the portal safe and well, and as so, the cleansing commenced. But this would not be the end... For while the whisps of the portal started dissipating, shrinking that portal further and further with each push of the druii, something had shifted once more... As the cleansing had reached its end, a figure could be made out, veiled in mist. The whole of that accursed tower would soon be filled with cold and rotten mist as some of the warriors could feel it passing them.. Something.. Had escaped...

[!] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Crows shrieked and flocked away to distant lands as whispers of death traveled through the flora from afar for the druii to hear. Nature called out, it called out for help. The Mali'ame whispered of a shrouded figure levitating in the distance, wielding a grand sacrificial scythe and wearing a steel-wrought crown. Dust was left in the wake of three individuals entering the vale unseen, a shriek was heard from across the woodland realm as they began their work, three weavers, ripping a tear in the fabric of reality itself.. slowly, the flora of the vale started withering... Yet one particular presence amongst them was particularly vile - candles and torches lit themselves in his presence, casting an eerie flame across his shrouded face. Nature had been disturbed The skies darkened, and Black lightning could be seen striking the outskirts of Nevaehlen, ravaging its flora and viciously killing its fauna. Yet no flames were seen.. Instead leaving behind a dreadful aura of abyssal smog wherever it struck. A dreadful aura hung over the outskirts of the vale, slowly.. Something was set in motion. It struck true, seemingly at the command of this dreadful entity that had made the natural grove its home. Blackened veins sprouted out from underneath the beautiful golden trees - walls crumbled and fruits fell dead, rotted, and corrupted. Could it be..? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [!] Occasionally, hordes of robed undead entered the vale from an unseen location - handing out smog-ridden missives that festered with plagues and welts. The skeletal legion pinned the missives to the notice boards and dispersed just as quickly as they had arrived, their arrival leaving behind dead shrubbery and black mists. The missives adorned the mark of the Kuiribi horde, a frenzying flame. Poor Nevaehlen… did you think I had forgotten you? Perhaps you hoped I had. I have infiltrated your lands, your enemies are now amongst you, those you now call friends. No, worse... I MYSELF am amongst you. Because you must realize that without me, you are nothing. For in a world of balance, there must be good and evil. Yet for now I shall offer thee a chance for redemption, for there is yet honour amongst the wicked. Join me in my hunt, join my baleful legion, and ascend together with me. For when my patience falters, so will your chance of defeating me. Welcome, to the death of the age of reason. I am, the birth giver of the age of ruin. For those of us climbing to the top of the food chain, there can be no mercy. Hunt. Or be Hunted. PRAISE BE DEATH, PRAISE BE ME,

The Elder Lord made a swift escape together with his legions "Good.. now we can finally ascend you" He spoke to the gateway as they rode off into the distance, on to his next target - Black smog, along with slivers of vile silvery lifeforce erupted from his maw. "Praise be death.." "Praise be me, Igarashi Shirunai" He rode back to their vile lair, the flames flickering in the presence of that foul entity as he contemplated whether to pester this dwed even in death.

In the heart of Balian, the church of God, a wedding commenced. The cardinal called the noble pair forth, until suddenly. A dark figure loomed on the horizon, seemingly having climbed all the way to the top of the church. He got into position before conjuring forth his foul black miasma, imbuing it within a bag of snakes. Mere moments later it rained down snakes on the marrying couple and that unlucky cardinal while handing the couple the rings. Grotesque they were, bloating with festering black mists that loomed idly above the corpses. Waiting to be removed from the church floor... however it soon started to tear, and its insides started rapturing until it... BURSSST! The snakes spat outwards, their grotesque and bloated corpses flying outwards in an explosion of bones, blood, and skin. A scene of gore was suddenly made within the presence of the holy clergy. Severely wounding the to-be-married couple... While it exploded, that figure that had once again performed this was long gone. Seemingly this was not the first time he had performed such a vile act. People rushed their loved ones to the clinic while the holy magi tried to rid the floors of the pestilence that subsequently spread. Yet while they were busy, missives were being pinned around Balian by hooded figures... [!] Missives could be seen being pinned on the noticeboards of Balian soon after the attack, if one were to look closely they could see the skeleton hands of the hooded figures spreading them. "To the worshippers of GOD" "I must say with how much you flaunter your fate, I expected your weddings to be more exciting" "Next time.. invite me, Igarashi Shirunai"

A masquerade commenced in Nevaehlen. People were dancing, having fun, and bonding with their families. Music played and everything was great, but something foul lurked amongst them. THUMP! The corpse of a dog was thrown from the railing down onto the dance floor.. black mist surrounded it, and the corpse was bloated grotesquely. The people of the vale then had a choice.. would they stay or would they help? Soon the gathering could hear glass breaking as the entity that had thrown this vile corpse fled the scene, leaving the people of Nevaehlen with that choice.. and it would not be long until that choice started to matter. The corpse started to tear and rapture until suddenly it... BURST! in an explosion of bones, flesh and gore the corpse exploded on the party, everyone in the vicinity would be maimed by outward flying bones, possibly proving lethal to some.. others who kept their distance sustained scraping injuries, but were left coughing heavily, being infected by the rotting disease this corpse brought with itself. Some people immediately fled, some cared for their children, and some chose to chase the perpetrator of this foul misdeed, but he was long gone... Yet while the druids tended to their loved ones, missives would spread throughout the Vale... [!] A missive was spread around the realm of Nevaehlen. Cloaked figures extended it with their skeletal hands to the citizens and pinned it to notice boards. "Remember this, Aspect lovers." "Next time I will return in force" "Know my name, Igarashi Shirunai."

You do know that current Necromancy is a 4 slot magic and thus (would be) incompatible with this one, right?

"I will not march into open war with that false Aengul, Jorogumo" The voice of the most Vile General echoed through the chambers where the details of the march were discussed, he clasped his hands behind his back and meandered around the place where everyone was seated, deep in thought. They spoke and argued hard for a long while until that foul general sighed and picked up his steel crown as he started to draw a ritual circle made of blood, adorning it with eldritch runes. For the first time in ages, he grinned, as he opened his foul maw black smog erupted from it, painting his vicinity in a miasma of abyssal haze. "rally all forces under our command, I will raze Lumbridge until there is naught but dust left."

A group of Adventurous Musin stumbled into the sunny river town of Chambery as their eye caught the entrance to the cave system of Chambery. "Don't go in there, odd things are afoot in the depths. . ." Bystanders warned them of the party, yet the courageous Musin did not intend on listening to the warnings. They set foot in the caves, and deeper and deeper they descended. Until they reached a room that was filled with foul corpses of undead rats and bats, some even still chittered around the mouse-folk "Eeek!" some musin screamed, some tried to catch one of the flying skeletal bats, to no avail, for it dissipated into black mist as they caught it. Some tried to communicate to the undead animals, passing notes, yet they simply ate the notes... Suddenly a cool breeze was felt through the room, and all the undead rats and bats abruptly fled the room, making for the tunnels that descended deeper into the system, they beckoned the Musin forward, and all they could do was set chase. It was so that they stumbled upon a ruined shipwreck within the caves of Chambery, . . the waters filled with undead fish swimming around. "Let's go in!" Some of the Musin cheered each other on as they entered the shipwreck, yet as they set foot on the instable floorboards of the deck they stood eye to eye with something truly dreadful... Clank! Crack! Clank! It sounded within the caves that ship rested in, suddenly the Musin stood eye to eye with the empty eye-sockets of two skeletons! Some of the Musin hid behind each other in fear, some kept cheering and went to investigate. As they did the skeletons moved forward... One brave Musin rolled forth a gold coin, yet it hit one of the skeletons, upon which it charged forward! The other skeleton soon picked up that gold token, and as one of the brave mice started to play a tune the skeleton started dancing! hopping from one foot to the other with the golden coin in its calcium hands. "It's dancing it's dancing!" The Musin cheered. Yet the other skeleton was not so friendly, and it attempted to throw one of the brave mice like a ball! "RAAAA HAAAAA HAAAAAA" The other skeleton laughed at its companion, even as it was stabbed. . . and subsequently a pumpkin was put on its empty head. Yet these skeletons were frail, and upon attempting to remove the pumpkin, the skull came loose... finally putting the skeleton out of its misery. The other simply kept dancing, as it picked up a Musin that was close to him. "Come! Dance!" The Musin called out, and so the dancing skeleton did.. it started twirling, turning, and spinning around... yet its joints were brittle, and in the midst of his flourish his arms flung loose, flinging the Musin across the deck. There it sat. Armless and companionless... Yet the Musin were compassionate, and they wrapped up the skeleton, aiming to take their newfound dancing mate with them to their hideout. They backtracked out of the caves, a skeleton in tow. Yet it was not long before they strayed too far.. exiting the caves that blanket was found empty, the skeleton had dissipated from existence . . it had strayed too far from its source.

"Tell me dwarf, what do you think about Khorvad?" A certain General kept the dwarven lord busy. . . While in the heart of Urguan the undead legions were hard at work @SimplySeo

[!] In the deepest depths of the quiet town of Chambery, something had shifted... Three of the most knowledgeable scholars sat together, they descended deep below, seemingly endless stairs were laid out before them. When they reached the deepest they could delve they were content. “This will suffice..” “I brought us all together for this... I require a source of power” That Vicious General explained as they all raised their hands, a black miasma filling the room they were in. Soon after there could be shimmers of abyssal darkness being seen in the stone walls as those tendrils of black smog licked the stones of the undercroft. “Focus..” It was stated throughout those dark halls. The black shimmers turned into a black rift.. a portal of some sorts, something that connected the realm they were on to something foul and sinister. However.. what they did not realize was the proximity of that foul rift to the cave system of Chambery... From that day onward there could be strange things being sighted within the depths of the cave system of Chambery…

[!] A foul scene could be witnessed on the way to Petra this day. Two masked men stood in hiding amongst some foliage until a duo crossed them… “Stop right there dear Mossborn!” It was heard from the bushes next to the road as a tall figure emerged who donned priestly robes adorned with armour made of the ribs and femurs of his victims. Next to him, another figure emerged, a shorter one who donned a battle mask, yet wore the same vile necklace as the priest. They both clutched it tightly. Clank! Clank! Clank! It sounded on those roads as two short undead warriors emerged donning dwarven armour, followed by a tall samurai-clad humanoid. Its jaws hung loosely from its maw, katana in its fleshy hand as it struck the duo. From that foul priest, a snake emerged “Shinraku, Strike!” The figure commanded the snake, the size of a wolf it was, with patches of skin sewn over its long body. Yet it was not long until the bell of Petra had rung, suddenly the weavers were surrounded on both ends, by Redquill mages on the stairs and by templars on that wooden bridge. A decision was quickly made amongst the pair. “REGARDS FROM THE SPIDER!” It sounded as they plummeted into the water below, the duo they initially had targeted in tow. Yet the undead knights remained on the bridge, guarding their masters until death. The pair would eventually be returned to the vale.. yet not without a mark...

The High General called the name of the Stouthearted dwed in the halls of the dead "Rise.. my dwarven friend... they shall pay for what they did to you" Blackened energies soon consumed the fresh corpse, weaving the foul energies that allowed the people of Aevos to live as mortals. "Hear me Blackheart, for you are reborn anew..."

The High General held his vile black orb as he stood behind the people of Petra, surrounding them, ready to strike whenever. However they were granted mercy, they delivered unto them a guard of Numendil. "Consider this your lucky day Petra.. next time I will crush you..." He hissed as he rode, taking the guard to a secluded place.. a ritual commenced. "Slowly Numendil is being corrupted from its inside.. and they don't even know it"

[!] In an area most secret and secluded four vile scholars came together.. The Spider, who donned a beastly appearance, The King of Nothing, who donned bandages all over its body, The Newblood, clad in his dwarven battle garbs, and The Foul General, who donned robes draped in black and green. “It is time, war nears..” The General spoke then as he revealed a helmet, one that belonged to a valiant knight. He laid it down on a black pedestal before them. “This, is the helmet of Ser Victor Rorin..” “The only mortal man that has seen my face and survived…” The General hissed as he raised his hands high up in the air, black smog emanating around his vicious hands. So too did the rest follow him, a miasma of black engulfing the altar on which that helmet rested. The General’s hands turned black, rotten veins sprouting out from under his skin at his forearms. His eyes turned black as he gazed upon the helmet of that knight. “It is time. . . to repay him..” “Heed me, Victor.. Heed me Numendil.. I shall rule your people with an iron fist!”