Description

On one silent night, in the middle of Bloatworm season, a dark figure of potent power approached the heavy doors of Rumusque Cathedral. Guardsmen of the Ecclesiarchy denied entrance to this vagabond of ill intentions, only to be met with agonizing pain as their skin crawled and swelled, puss oozing from their eyes as they gagged to death. Realizing that they are dealing with a trespasser of dark inclinations, the most distinguished and decorated members of the Order started chanting their protective prayers, animating full-plated armor with the will of Almighty to dispose of their foe.



Alas, just one touch of that pale, bony hand made the armored revenants succumb to rust, with the sounds of metal shards echoing through the vast halls of the Cathedral. Not even the most powerful wards, spells and decrees could stop the slow advance of this bringer of death and decay, leaving a trail of pestilence and bloated cadavers in his wake. Having made it to the Reliquary, he laid his hand to the great seal on the middle, granting himself passage into the most sacred and hallowed grounds under the Cathedral's dome. "You have something that belongs to me", the resonant voice escaped from the darkness of the hood, "The Unliving One commands you to surrender the Black Casket to his chosen one!"



The casket was guarded by the Cardinal and his entourage, armed to the teeth with blessed weaponry and cleansing spells inside the circle of blinding light. "Your blasphemous liege has no power in the house of the Almighty! Be gone with you, or face the wrath of Rumusque's finest!", the Cardinal spoke, his guard at the ready. Rotund'jere let out the loudest of laughs before making a circle-like motion with his index finger in the direction above their heads, summoning the maw of the Unliving Lord from which a swarm of bloatflies, bloatworms and rotten, animated corpses began to fall. The defenders of the Black Casket stood briefly under this onslaught, only to be resurrected as servants of the Dead God moments later.



It was then that the Plague Mage broke open the casket and adorned himself with the robes and weapon of untold power. "Let none speaketh of me as Heretic anymore, lest their corpses shall march in the glory of the Unliving Lord!", proclaimed Necrophos moments before the Cathedral was swallowed by pestilent ground...



Created by Clyptic

Lore by Thuzar