The Covenant

“Upon the night’s sky you shall feel our wrath.” The night falls in, the calmly lit stars illuminating the sky and providing the eerie light for mortals below. The Dwarves stay in their halls, crafting their fine works. The Humans bathe in celebration and wine. The Orcs wrestle in the pit of sand. But all in this night the Elves hastily build their city complexion. Druids providing nature for the descendants of Malin, and the descendants of Malin working tirelessly to finish a day’s work. Many look over to the looming fort that sits atop the mountain side, cringing at the sight of it. Many guess why it’s there, others simply go back to attending their profession. But what the Mali do not know, is that some look back down at them. These lords do not look down in question, nor do they simply ignore them… They look down in disgust. Many would define these lords as lesser or dark beings. But eternally they are lords. Masters at death, and the bringers of punishment and fate. “Y’uttarlo,” a darkened figure would say, completely suited in armor, his eyes scouring the ground below. A hissing would be heard, bones clammering as a skeletal being walks towards the edge of the fortress, peering down at the Mali. It’s purple eyes roll towards the armored being, speaking, “Blothr, skutur… Il do’moud aldunr.” Murmurs would be heard, remarks being made of the Mali’ame, cursing their father’s name. A hush is heard, four hooded figures approaching the ledge, all peering down as well at the Mali’ame. If one was to look up they’d spot five blackened figures peering over the ledge, hard to make out, however scary in nature. Two more liches approach the ledge, all looking down upon the mortals. An ashened envelope is dropped off the side of the ledge, fluttering downwards towards to new city. A crow quickly flies by, snatching the letter as it’d fly itself towards the settlement, croaking at the new settlers. It’d fly towards Artimec Camoryn, dropping the letter before his feet and flying offwards. The letter would contain a jet-black seal of wax and in neat writing it’d say, “To the Mali’ame.” If opened, there would be a simple letter folded, it too containing the neat cursive scribing. “Karin’ayla Artimec Camoryn, We have noticed your peoples recent move in settlements. None of us knew of this drastic change until your moment’s arrival. You bring your diseased people, your cursed babies, and your frail women. We warn you once and once only: leave. If you do not move within an elven week we’ll unleash sickness upon your people. All first born children will be incapable to hold children or fertilize. All nature will be ridded of life and sapped of color. Sincerely, the five lords of above.”

A burnt piece of parchment would return. You open it, the imprint of a mask on the bottom of the page. "Expect us."

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