The beginning of the end?
"Feeling ill from the raw pork and numb from the cold snow that his thickened leather armor fails to ward away, FURB determinately trudges through the land, scouting out every natural resource he spots and saving them all in a mental image. With Revoker suddenly selling his wares and taking over the economic charts he needs everything the land can provide just to imagine keeping up, much less rival Rev' in the spirit of capitalism... Nowadays things like this are becoming incredibly common as people settle into a routine, now working to become more efficient. To produce massive amounts of product was to live now... But the repetition is just too much for FURB, who sticks with his exploratory ways.
"It's only a matter of time before I find something incredibly valuable." The shivering figure mutters.
Only a matter of time... Yes friend, but it is already my time for you.
While dwelling into his inner thoughts in escape from the harsh world about him, FURB didn't even notice turning 45* left almost mid-stride from his southward march.
Walk...
Walk...
Walk...
Crunch!
Startled from his thoughts, he takes his eyes from the horizon to the ground under his boot.
It was a yellow flower.
'Poor thing. Perhaps I could save the rest of them from this cold...'
But as he reaches down with cold red fingers his hand stops almost as fast as his heart. Something was drifting along with the wind, battering into his face in the stunning way that only genuine screams of pure fear can.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIGH!"
Someone else may have flinched, may have thought that the something that caught one hardy individual would be too much for him... 'But not me! I know what I need to do now!'
But it was not the person on his mind, but the impending "Thank You" gift, the most likely expensive one, that bade him go.
Patting his sheathed sword once, he clasps his iron shovel onto a strap on his back and hefts a short-bow in it's place. With bravery and adrenaline once again filling him he drives his tired legs ahead; Straight towards the horrifying scream. He takes off to go with his greed.
He counts his strides. 21, 22, 23... 44, 45, 46... 67, 68, 69... 71.
After that, nothing, because the land suddenly drops almost twenty meters.
He is on a grassy overhang, and all around him the earth is gouged out as if by thousands of sticks of TNT. It winds it's way around his peninsula, and in the distance he can see one of it's ends, rising steeply to ocean level just as it meets the water at the end of the continent. Then it sinks... And sinks... In it's center it seems to stab into the earth farther than the eye can see.
FURB slowly backs away, all thought of the luring cry for help forgotten. There is always talk of how the world was shaped by the feet of gods and giants, of how so many natural wonders of the world cannot really be so natural.
This not only seems unnatural, but also strongly ominous... Like the temples of ancient cults whose secret altars shall never be plundered.
When a slight rise in the ground shields him from viewing the chasm he turns his back to the spectacle and begins to sprint. In his mad rush the world around him begins the rumble and upset, and the existence of anything else is wiped out by the strongest, deepest, loudest roar in the world.
Ground juts out in front of his feet causing him to fall and without hope he stays fallen, having not the will to get back up.
All around him the ground begins sinking... Foot by foot, meter by meter. The grumble of the planet slowly begins to subside, it's farthest echoes ricocheting off of the most distant mountains. As with the sound, the sinking and malformation of the ground slows, then halts.
The sun nears the horizon in it's majestic descent, it's calming rays reaching FURB's troubled mind and waking him from shock. Still, he stayed in place for several minutes, taking in the scene of destruction about him.
A massive piece of the snowy continent has sunk several meters."
The ethereal creature in the darkness halts in his story and breathes a deep sigh.
A human in somber gray robes at the other end of the massive reddened cobblestone room bows, saying "Is there anything you require, lord?"
"Naught but ears.
So he eventually gets up and runs off..."
The robed one begins to turn to walk away from the blackened air.
"No, let him go. Let him tell them everything. Let them find me, arm themselves against me, and protect themselves from my servants... And in their greatest hour let me show my foolish brother that his greatest disciples are nothing to me, that my buried might is once again ready to flood his world."
The flowing shadow danced and writhed, it's emotions directly affecting the world around it.
"Go, tell the bleak ones to gather and spill forth anew. All of them."
"Yes, lord." And the human again made his way away from the sprawling animated darkness that sat over this world.
"Thanks to the weak will of your people, brother, the night will now rise against you, and your light will not last. This world shall be crumbled from the bottom up and transformed in my image! Damn you! Damn you, god!"
"It's only a matter of time before I find something incredibly valuable." The shivering figure mutters.
Only a matter of time... Yes friend, but it is already my time for you.
While dwelling into his inner thoughts in escape from the harsh world about him, FURB didn't even notice turning 45* left almost mid-stride from his southward march.
Walk...
Walk...
Walk...
Crunch!
Startled from his thoughts, he takes his eyes from the horizon to the ground under his boot.
It was a yellow flower.
'Poor thing. Perhaps I could save the rest of them from this cold...'
But as he reaches down with cold red fingers his hand stops almost as fast as his heart. Something was drifting along with the wind, battering into his face in the stunning way that only genuine screams of pure fear can.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIGH!"
Someone else may have flinched, may have thought that the something that caught one hardy individual would be too much for him... 'But not me! I know what I need to do now!'
But it was not the person on his mind, but the impending "Thank You" gift, the most likely expensive one, that bade him go.
Patting his sheathed sword once, he clasps his iron shovel onto a strap on his back and hefts a short-bow in it's place. With bravery and adrenaline once again filling him he drives his tired legs ahead; Straight towards the horrifying scream. He takes off to go with his greed.
He counts his strides. 21, 22, 23... 44, 45, 46... 67, 68, 69... 71.
After that, nothing, because the land suddenly drops almost twenty meters.
He is on a grassy overhang, and all around him the earth is gouged out as if by thousands of sticks of TNT. It winds it's way around his peninsula, and in the distance he can see one of it's ends, rising steeply to ocean level just as it meets the water at the end of the continent. Then it sinks... And sinks... In it's center it seems to stab into the earth farther than the eye can see.
FURB slowly backs away, all thought of the luring cry for help forgotten. There is always talk of how the world was shaped by the feet of gods and giants, of how so many natural wonders of the world cannot really be so natural.
This not only seems unnatural, but also strongly ominous... Like the temples of ancient cults whose secret altars shall never be plundered.
When a slight rise in the ground shields him from viewing the chasm he turns his back to the spectacle and begins to sprint. In his mad rush the world around him begins the rumble and upset, and the existence of anything else is wiped out by the strongest, deepest, loudest roar in the world.
Ground juts out in front of his feet causing him to fall and without hope he stays fallen, having not the will to get back up.
All around him the ground begins sinking... Foot by foot, meter by meter. The grumble of the planet slowly begins to subside, it's farthest echoes ricocheting off of the most distant mountains. As with the sound, the sinking and malformation of the ground slows, then halts.
The sun nears the horizon in it's majestic descent, it's calming rays reaching FURB's troubled mind and waking him from shock. Still, he stayed in place for several minutes, taking in the scene of destruction about him.
A massive piece of the snowy continent has sunk several meters."
The ethereal creature in the darkness halts in his story and breathes a deep sigh.
A human in somber gray robes at the other end of the massive reddened cobblestone room bows, saying "Is there anything you require, lord?"
"Naught but ears.
So he eventually gets up and runs off..."
The robed one begins to turn to walk away from the blackened air.
"No, let him go. Let him tell them everything. Let them find me, arm themselves against me, and protect themselves from my servants... And in their greatest hour let me show my foolish brother that his greatest disciples are nothing to me, that my buried might is once again ready to flood his world."
The flowing shadow danced and writhed, it's emotions directly affecting the world around it.
"Go, tell the bleak ones to gather and spill forth anew. All of them."
"Yes, lord." And the human again made his way away from the sprawling animated darkness that sat over this world.
"Thanks to the weak will of your people, brother, the night will now rise against you, and your light will not last. This world shall be crumbled from the bottom up and transformed in my image! Damn you! Damn you, god!"
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The robed one bows slightly and keeps his eyes on the ground before him.
"Take my spirit and will with you and journey to their city. Find haven and make it mine. Crumble them from below so that they know who I am!"
"Yes, lord." The man says.
"And one more thing... I have heard that there is an underground group worshiping false demons. Get me their faith."
"I will."
...
"Is that all, lord?"
"Yes. Fortune be with you."