Apocrypha

Players/Group Requesting: N/A What kind of Event are you looking for?: From the far north it came, it took the shape of a man and wore robes of deep crimson. It spoke of doom and ruin, of madness and agony. They attacked it, they chained that which spoke the unfathomable truth and in turn.. Revealed its true form by flame and brand. Insectoid limbs sprouted from the thing before them, tearing both flesh and sanity apart. Black abyssal flames erupted around the creature and as they struck their mark, the sanity of any they struck was taken. It was as if those hit by the cursed flames had been possessed. Those that did not perish outright, their flesh withering away to dust and ash would soon be cut down by their fellow man, others would take their own lives as if they had seen some horrific future that could not be avoided. It broke free in the resulting chaos and confusion. Fate could not and would not be stopped. The prophet would succeed, it would enlighten and it would feed upon their very sanity. They will learn, they will aid the coming Rhuin. Afterall, It was once a man. Tldr; Naztherak prophet gets set loose on the world as part of the current forum prophecies. Its goal will be to fulfill some of the predictions by any means necessary and will make use of current and future antags (player or otherwise) to do so. It's goal is to quicken the process of ruination. Players will either aid the creature in fulfilling the prophecies in the form of a chain of events they must follow or they will fight it should they choose to. Additionally, there will be cultists in hiding that will serve the creature at all costs to further aid it in its goals. This is intended to be an event-line for a secretive and brutal antagonist, it is a plot device to be used to quicken or set events into motion such as the overwhelming desire to kill a god-like entity or plunge nations into chaos to end what is perceived as stagnation in place of strength. Prophecies are left intentionally vague but would result in the quickening of certain predicted outcomes of the current map. Outcomes which if they were to occur, would have disastrous consequences IRP and leave the world open to new and horrific possibilities. In short, it would aid existing events by attempting to reinforce them and make them harder for players. Demons (Naztherak) would be heavily involved but these would not be the same Naztherak players have encountered before and would in fact be an insectoid species that is hostile to any other Naztherak species. Whatever master the prophet serves, as represented by the eye.. Is detested by the denizens below and attempts to stop the prophecies would be made through indirect involvements. Approximately, what time/date you want the Event to take place?: TBA Organizer's Discord: ARG Account, DM for Discord

In an hour yet to arrive.. When the sins of the amber sect meets the crimson sins of wrath, it will be freed. The Neverborn will be summoned upon the tainted earth to seek the eye of the once jailer, of the once usurper. They will find it, what is left of Rhuin incarnate and bind it. "A disturbing glyph representing Azdromoth's impending doom." In that moment, the eye of Rhuin will find itself renewed, conscious but unable to act. It will establish its presence in shackles.. Where the kin dare nest and bring forth the hour of their demise. It will consume.. Devour.. They will be unaware and in that moment of despair, of desperation.. It will bring forth the harrowed sun. On this day of the harrowed sun, when all light is extinguished.. The once fearsome son of Draguur will succumb to its fate. The chains will snap, bind into its essence.. In that moment the summoned Rhuin will reveal itself, the enemy of Horen-son will at last be the folly of their undoing. It will feed its rebirth, it will die so it may live. It will not return to the stone, it will never exist again. To the dismay of mortal-ken, they will seek its undoing and in this greater folly the sun will be extinguished, the harrowed dusk to forever taint the lands below in an age of dark. Its essence will feed the forbidden hours beneath the sins of man.. Despair..

The Netherill = The Netherill The Purpose The Banished One's Will The Grand Conflict OOC The Netheril: Brothers of Sin From civilization they came, an enemy within.. A gathering storm. They were clad in robes of crimson and sheathed in dark armor, armor scribed with symbols of a great enemy. Their dark deity had been calling out for vengeance for millennia and at long last its calls would be answered. Their duty is to advance the agenda of their dark master, to ensure that his influence remain and that those who would seek virtue be eliminated. They are to seek out the dark places of the world and awaken all that would serve, they are its vanguard.. Its return. The Purpose The purpose is clear, all that is is suffering. For as long as man has free will there will be no peace eternal, it must be stripped away. The brotherhood's purpose in this sense is clear, we must ready Altmaris for what is to come and fulfill the purpose that was denied. They must learn the futility of existence we are the vanguard of the end times. We.. Are.. The Long Dark, they know this and fear. Those who cower in their crypts, the ones that stole his gift and the ones that sit upon the thrones of lies. They will be brought to heel. The Banished One's Will His will is clear, a time will come when the means to begin the great work will begin.. Until then we are to spread the word, spread the influence and enslave the ancient horrors below. They who think themselves free of his touch must be chained, bound and ritualistically corrupted to his side. They linger within the lands of flame, the only bulwarks unaware of their dilemma. The Grand Conflict Many would gaze upon this pamphlet and scoff, they do not understand. There is a conflict above us all, a conflict that has been raging for eons. We have been made pawns, we slaughter each other in an endless cycle and it is all to this curse. He sought to liberate us, he was betrayed and in his wrath he sought to destroy. They chained him, bound him and cast him low and in this he swore revenge. Alas, he was banished.. But not destroyed. We will herald the end of free will, the end of conflict. Those who now scoff at this will be captured, they shall be converted and they shall obey. Your will is not your own, it is to be taken and used. ((OOC)) It's time to start some big villain RP. If you want to start conflicts, seed corruption and strike genuine RP horror into player groups, apply here. All converts will be taken seriously and we will begin serious operations once a lair charter has been implemented. Please DM me any inquiries or reply below. Username: Discord: Character Name: Proficiencies/Skills:

An ominous note would be left nailed to Brandon Vanir’s holdings “You squabble among yourselves, unawares of the true threat before you.. You shall see first-hand that all is not what it seems.”

The Heart of The Unborn Object Number: #18294 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: Item #18294 is to be kept secure in the catacombs beneath (Expunged) at all times, when personnel must enter the containment chamber they are to be dressed in a protective hazard suit, any damage to the suit while within item #18294’s containment will lead to termination. The object is to be incinerated once a day by lighting the hearth flame beneath it, once lit all personnel must evacuate the chamber. Description: Discovered beneath (Expunged) the object’s origin is as of yet unknown. Object appears to be a large mass of unidentified organic compounds, when left undisturbed these compounds regenerate at an uncontrolled rate. Compounds within the central mass will birth what has been designated as #18294-2. #18294-2 appears to be a smaller mass of organic compounds, should these compounds escape containment it will trigger an event in which #18294-2 forms into a tumour and spreads more of SCP #18294. When in contact with organic compounds #18294 will assimilate the organics into itself through a necrotizing process in which the tissue rapidly decays. #18294 saps the life from the local flora and appears to spread a fibrous substance of mycelial origin. Termination of #18294 is not possible as all and any damage done results in regeneration. Addendum-1: Uncovered documentation found from (expunged) shows that the object had originated from the seas near (expunged) months after the northern continent of (expunged) froze. Further research required. Addendum-2: New journals uncovered from an apocryphal group have revealed (expunged) as the origin of #18294, the druidic Order and Ascended had previously attempted to terminate #18294 but to no avail. Addendum-3: #18294’s further documentation shows that it is sentient, growth patterns indicate attempts at re-enabling this sentience by growing what appears to be neurological structures within the containment chamber. Termination pending approval. Addendum-4: Termination request granted. Addendum-5: Further research and documentation shows that #18294’s origin involved the use of radical and unstable experimentation in the lost fields of both (expunged) and (expunged), resulting in the corruption of (expunged) and the intervention of both the Druidic Order and (expunged). Testing shows that #18294 is capable of spreading an infection through hosts and laying dormant thereafter. Termination not possible, containment must take priority. Addendum-6: Documents leaked, Apocryphal activity detected. Facility compromised, containment failing. Commence termination of host subjects, entity must not escape into general populace.

The Heart of The Unborn Object Number: #18294 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: Item #18294 is to be kept secure in the catacombs beneath (Expunged) at all times, when personnel must enter the containment chamber they are to be dressed in a protective hazard suit, any damage to the suit while within item #18294’s containment will lead to termination. The object is to be incinerated once a day by lighting the hearth flame beneath it, once lit all personnel must evacuate the chamber. Description: Discovered beneath (Expunged) the object’s origin is as of yet unknown. Object appears to be a large mass of unidentified organic compounds, when left undisturbed these compounds regenerate at an uncontrolled rate. Compounds within the central mass will birth what has been designated as #18294-2. #18294-2 appears to be a smaller mass of organic compounds, should these compounds escape containment it will trigger an event in which #18294-2 forms into a tumour and spreads more of SCP #18294. When in contact with organic compounds #18294 will assimilate the organics into itself through a necrotizing process in which the tissue rapidly decays. #18294 saps the life from the local flora and appears to spread a fibrous substance of mycelial origin. Termination of #18294 is not possible as all and any damage done results in regeneration. Addendum-1: Uncovered documentation found from (expunged) shows that the object had originated from the seas near (expunged) months after the northern continent of (expunged) froze. Further research required. Addendum-2: New journals uncovered from an apocryphal group have revealed (expunged) as the origin of #18294, the druidic Order and Ascended had previously attempted to terminate #18294 but to no avail. Addendum-3: #18294’s further documentation shows that it is sentient, growth patterns indicate attempts at re-enabling this sentience by growing what appears to be neurological structures within the containment chamber. Termination pending approval. Addendum-4: Termination request granted. Addendum-5: Further research and documentation shows that #18294’s origin involved the use of radical and unstable experimentation in the lost fields of both (expunged) and (expunged), resulting in the corruption of (expunged) and the intervention of both the Druidic Order and (expunged). Testing shows that #18294 is capable of spreading an infection through hosts and laying dormant thereafter. Termination not possible, containment must take priority. Addendum-6: Documents leaked, Apocryphal activity detected. Facility compromised, containment failing. Commence termination of host subjects, entity must not escape into general populace.

Lair PRO MC Name: PM me for the nameLair Name: Forbidden DepthsProposed Lair Locations (Highlight 3 on the map): The map is currently busted so I will instead describe the locations. First location: The dungeons below the swamp near CT, it was built during someone’s tenure as a world team member has seen little or no use by the event team since. This would be an ideal location for a lair as everything is already practically built. Second Location: Beneath the voidal scar left behind by Mystery’s events, this was yet another location someone built before it was expanded on by other world team members. The design and style would be the same as the swamp but with some left over voidal corruption given the site. Third location: Beneath the sands of Korvassa where no settlement has claim, this is the last spot as a I couldn’t think of anything else with the map being unavailable. Lair Lore (could link to an existing creature or other lore) (1000 words minimum): I cannot explain nor give away every detail of what I am planning so instead I advise you look into the posts on this account to get an idea of what this group is about, simply scroll down and read every forum post on this forum profile and it will consist of well over 1000 words minimum. Lair Build and Infrastructure (photos required): Go to the swamp build in question or look at any of the previous builds of the sort, that is the infrastructure I am going for. Why can you not accomplish the niche of this lair’s roleplay in an existing settlement or nation? (We expect a substantial answer for this, not just ‘I don’t like them’). Every nation on the server would label this group as “edgy” and attempt to either not give it land for OOC anti-RP reasons or worse. Should this lair be built and should I get a successful following I am expecting near constant conflict since the group will antagonize many into action.. Which is entirely the point of a player-ran antagonist group. We are not asking for our own events, nor are we asking to be special snowflakes but we are asking for a place in which we can create RP and defend against said anti-RP groups. In otherwords, if we abduct someone from a nation we don’t want to be forced out in the open and have nowhere to do such RP so that we can be meta’d and forced off the server. What does this lair add to the greater world around them?: Player RP events of a very dark caliber as well as the potential for unique dark lore and or possibly magic lore development. Note: You can PM a mod to hide your application if you feel it needs to be private.

A response is etched into one of the posters, along with a disturbing mark.. ”His blood shall fuel the cycle, the first of many and not the last.. The corrupter’s harvest has begun.”

The Fall of Empire “The fall of Horen shall arise from the north, the south shall see weakness and step forth to aid them. Enemies from within, enemies from without.. Man shall turn on man and in stagnation shall the line of Horen rot until all that is left is corruption. Nottingham and the house of Brawm will herald forth the enemies of yore and in their destruction shall the red masks rise. The blue shall rise in counter but so too shall they turn on their heels to herald the false emperor’s death, with his death the faith shall die and with it so too shall hope as the flame consumes the empire. Let this be known, let the line of Horen be cursed with the knowledge that they are doomed.”

Written as a response or twisted addendum is the following.. “L' ah'ehye bthnkor, l' na'ah'ehye li. Fm'latghnanah ngahnah ng ah'ehye llll ngahnah n'ghftog gn'bthnknyth's gn'th'bthnk. Ah'ehye nwngluii ng ah'ehye nwnglui l' mgehyenah hnahr'luh l' zhro nilgh'ri n'ghftyar, nilgh'ri ngahnah ephaiahnnn nilgh'ri nwngluii ephaimgahnnn”

The following would be sent to the Synod, a threat like none other.. By a cult long thought to have been vanquished. ”Alas, you have caught on to the ploy. Perhaps not too soon for you see, we have won. The arbiter is slain, the weave is weakened, the order is vanquished, all the pieces are in order for the master’s return. The corpses we stole? They shall aid us in the times to come, you cannot stop death itself fools. ”He shall rise again.. The seeds have been sown and the harvest is yet to come.” The Fate Of The Archbishop

”Prosperity ends, all things must die and all things must ultimately be reborn. Perversion is what awaits the false empire, his agents work against you. The loss of Horen’s ken is the loss of true unity, they know they have always known.” ”The way is open.. You need only find it.” OOC: ((Yes, this post has little to no meaning.. Or does it? You be the judge.))

If one were to walk the forested path, south of the Temple of Clouds, toward Sutica- a gruesome sight of three young corpses could be found; hung neatly in the branches overlooking the King's Road, by means of crudely constructed meat hooks. Each one of these corpses bears a marking of occult origin upon their forehead. The gutted and maimed corpse hung in the middle of the two others appears to have been marked with an occult symbol upon his chest, written in its own dried blood. “Seek-Us-Out” Upon further inspection of the corpses, it appears the first one has been bled from her wrist somehow, there would be no blade mark nor sign of struggle, her face however appears to have been bashed in, wood fibers left embedded alongside the slight bruising. The second corpse seems to have been stabbed in the back with a serrated blade, and then presumably gutted. The last remaining corpse appears to of had its life taken by means of a dagger to the eye- its lifeless form savagely battered and bruised.

The following letter would be sent to Eris Naromis and Charles Napier, having been slid underneath a door during the odd hours of the night by a passing figure in red. The letter would be made from Vellum but from which animal the skin came from would be unclear. The red ink while it resembles blood, would lack any of the distinct characteristics of blood such as the reek of copper or the darkening of pigmentation that occurs when blood has been oxidized. The message would read the following.. “We come to deliver our dearest blessings to you. The spawn of the great mother who’s great web spreads across the wood of the walls now blesses Llyria with her beloved offspring. We ask that you do not fight them but to embrace them as you would a lost child. You will surely reject the notion of allowing the blessed spawn of a god into thy selves, so allow us to shine a candle to thy arrogance. They are orphans left behind and are but one of many, they have existed since the times of yore and now they come to the surface. They think, they feel and they infest your thoughts even now.. Let those that exist outside the great space bestow her blessings upon you so that your souls may ascend and be free of the cycle of the gods. To be infected is to be freed from the chains of the pretender deities, they knew as much.” ”Reject the old gods, embrace the new gods in their stead for they will be our salvation”

Insidious writings are found once again painted upon the doors of Brandybrook. “Alas, you were warned. You whom would deny the master’s will. Your pathetic attempts at ceasing the great feast have met in utter failure as we foretold to you. You refused to heed the warning and now your chosen kin has perished, give into despair at last and cease. There is no hope, the cycle cannot be averted.. They will fight and they will die, their souls will feed the insatiable hunger and it will grow. Children of the hills, consider this your last and final warning for while we did nothing to influence them.. They heeded it’s call. Do not meddle further for we too heed the call, we too shall feed the great beast and it shall be upon thine village that the morsel shall be served upon the master’s table.” The prior warning can be seen inscribed beneath the newest one, as if in mockery. “Cease your meddling, lest the tankard overflow with your pathetic despair. Let conflict consume this husk, let the children suffer as the four fathers did so that it may feed upon their sorrow. Knox is weak, Knox will be consumed in a nightmare of our doing.”

~ A dark sigil representing the fate of the Archbishop is burned onto the parchment in red ink, the mouth appears open in agony while one of the eyes has been boiled out by what appears to be an explosion of blood erupting from the right eye socket. The head is contorted by a series of black tendrils burrowing into the skull as if to hang the head above something. Furthermore, the skin around the head appears to be shriveled and stretched around the sigil as if drained of vitality. Some who gaze upon the dire symbol for too long may feel a tinge of despair gnawing at the corner of their minds, should the Archbishop himself gaze upon this very image his mind would surely be tested. ~ To he whom call thouself a man of Godani.. You think yourself superior to that which lurks within the dark recesses beneath your very feat? You think that your long dead god can protect your very soul from corruption? Wretched pathetic old fool, you are already corrupt and have been since you foolishly took up the very position we gave you. You are our pawn, our plaything and you knew this all along.. But why tell you this? Why reveal that you are an insignificant insect? Because you have outlived your usefulness to the great thirst. Perhaps they too will receive this threat and they may not even question your devotion to GOD but let it be known apostate that we know what you are just as you know what we are. Let it be known that we are your neighbors, your brothers, your sisters, we are the guards that protect your cities and the servants that serve your very households. Know that every waking hour that we allow you to live is not by the grace of your GOD but by our grace alone. You will be brought to us, not today not tomorrow but soon and when you are brought to us.. We will show you such exquisite delights of the flesh and soul. Your flesh will be clay, your soul will be an abused rag and your very essence will shiver with excitement, the glorious pain we shall inflict upon your mortal being shall reverberate across the lands while the immortal delights we inflict upon your soul will echo across Ebrietas. The great seas of the afterlife will shake with excitement at your supposed arrival but we will deny you entry to the seven skies just as you expire. You will be bound to us and forced to endure pleasure even after death for such will be the delightful indulgences that you will have in our shadowed halls beneath the world’s edge. To those whom claim the false man of Godani.. Those who bring us the false man of Godani known as Zachery shall be rewarded with the sum of two thousand minas. Should the false prophet declare a larger sum as counter we will pay twice the offered sum for such is the length of our influence and such is our power. Those who question our motives should look to the rotten empire that struggles to keep itself alive and realize the futility of such questions, we do not hide what we are but the empire of the false man hides their true nature under the false light of the sun. Bring him to us and we shall show you the lies, we shall reveal to all what this creature truly is and expose the empire for the corrupting blight that it despises so much.

Those passing by would find a girl's body near the bridge to Belvitz, her face had been flayed beyond recognition as if to hide her identity. Upon inspection it would seem that she had succumbed to death when her throat was slit ear to ear in an absolutely cruel and unusual manner, the absence of blood suggests that she had been slain elsewhere and then left by the bridge to rot. The corpse’s disfigured face would have a large letter "A" carved into it with a knife. Next to the body a letter is left next to the gruesome scene, it’s written in the victim’s blood. "We have always been here.. We have always been watching.. We are your nightmares.." ~A All across Adria notes would be left scattered across the streets and alleys. They would read the following: ”The one died and festered, the maggots grew and squirmed into the flesh to feast upon its failures. The pretenders are among you, they lie under the service of themselves as to bloat themselves on more then their share of flesh. Corruption has taken root, flee little maggots or be consumed in the fires of ambition.”

If we met at midnight in the hanging tree...

There were two people in a dimly-lit room. The Queen of Haense, and a weary servant. The servant, draped in rich, burgundy robes with very light corrosion, had made conversation with the ruler - she wasn’t knowledgeable of the aide's distaste for her existence. Communication had been made with this servant prior to this interaction in which an anonymous elven man had explained to her that a flower from the infamous Drake’s Tail be placed in the Queen’s afternoon drink. If this were not done, she would have been risking their own life. And so it was done. As she received her tea, the woman had brought forth fraudulent economical issues to Elizaveta. She took her first swig. One. Then they talked some more. Two. Three. She was really enjoying her tea. Then, all of the sudden; she had begun to get dizzy. “Y-yo.. you” she cried, as she clenched onto her own stomach in pain. The lady just sat there with a smug look on her face, acknowledging what was about to happen. The high-ranking member of the Haensetic Royal family collapsed onto the floor, taking her glass with her. It shattered. The aforementioned attendant stood up, placed a note where her derriere had been, dusted her hands off, and began to trot offwards. As she fled the palace, she was skeptical of all of those who had taken note of her presence there. Anyone who picked up the note would have read: “The Queen is left unconscious for a reason. If I wanted to kill her at this point in time, she would be stagnant. I have high abhorrence against this individual, and mark my words, or rather my lettering when I say that she will perish soon, for the stag always returns, and the hare is left with one of two things: life or death. I am coming for Elizaveta of Haense, and her head will be mine. Make note of this attempt, for I am not on my own. Your privy will soon turn against you, and the pyramid will crumble. The cycle with soon be complete and corruption will fall upon your people. Death to Hanseti. Death to Barbanov.” It’d be signed with ‘S.J.I’ (This information is to not be metagamed) That same dreadful day, three bodies would be found in the Belvitz library. The scene would be that of a massacre, one of the men had been paralyzed before he had been brutally gutted and then quartered. Meanwhile, the other two had been viciously beaten down before being slit to pieces like lambs to the slaughter. Occult symbols had been carved into the mutilated bodies post-mortem, left there by the two men who had committed the dire deed in the name of some profane deity. A proverbial darkness had settled upon the children of Horen and it would claim many more lives to satiate its hunger. Dark portents would be scattered across the realms of Atlas, as if in warning of what is to come. “Do you feel it? The tingling in your spine? We have always been with you.. We Are Still Here..”

-Credit to Graham Plowman for the music!- All across Atlas strange incoherent ramblings would appear. Written in blood, they would seem to be the work of madmen.. But how do we know who is truly mad? ”We are still here, watching you.. We have never forgotten, never forgiven. We lurk in the depths. We are your dreams, the lucid horrors in your nightmares.”