necromantic cult

Cheka Man
The Bone Idol By: Cheka Man

Archbishop Midas of the Jovian Temple was a scourge to necromancers of all kinds, from the genuinely malicious to those who were merely talking to the dead with the consent of the families, sending many to burn at the stake, so after his death they took their revenge...and created the Bone Idol.

by Cheka Man
20xp
3 replies
772 views
Mourngrymn
Living Haunt By: Mourngrymn

An explosion rocked the city walls as if a hundred mages unleashed their fury upon the peaceful people of Souls'e Province. An instant silence in the wake of the blast was nearly as loud as the noise that erupted right after as another series of explosions followed the first. Then the screaming began. Low at first, then became physical as if a wave of noise punched us all in the gut and sent us to our knees. Even the guards began running, screaming. 'The people, they... they are murdering everyone. The city has gone mad. RUN!!!'

by Mourngrymn
10xp
4 replies
2087 views
Mourngrymn
Dark Mantle of D'Geen By: Mourngrymn

The sound was most troublesome. Long have I been prisoner to Kormack and his evil designs, and the torturous sounds my heart has been cursed to endure has left me cold inside. I endure and ignore. Cold to the pain and the suffering of poor souls around me. Their Fate forsworn as soon as they enter His lair. But this, this atrocity has pierced my now icebound heart and cracked deep into my very soul. The children... The mewling babes that know nothing of their future, nothing of the joys of life. Innocent of horrors of the world and the dread future it holds. How short that future is. I can not get the sound of the mewling infants from my mind, it is seared into memory as a brand on an animals flank forever to remain. Some have even laughed right up till the end and nothing is more damaging to ones sanity than a broken childs laugh.

Master Blacksmith Heaf Astes

by Mourngrymn
51xp
9 replies
2685 views
1 HoH
Shadoweagle
Lifegiver; holy sword of Linn. By: Shadoweagle
Once upon a time this sword may have been a sight to behold, but no more. Rust and decay now tarnish the metal of this forgotten relic, and those who stumble upon it are more likely to toss it than use it.
by Shadoweagle
28xp
8 replies
2810 views
caesar193
Ariel Lorette By: caesar193

The rain poured down on the city of Grathen in a relentless beat that would marvel the best of drummers. It beat down on the public buildings, with pedestrians streaming in front of, with eyes cast upwards and lips mumbling prayers to Rain Gods. It beat down on the Slums, where thieves were mumbling thanks to their gods for all these people looking up and not at their purses. And it beat down on Ariel Lorette, a girl of 13, escaping from horrors beyond the common person's imagination. Ariel Lorette, with rain streaming down her face and hiding her tears of pain and sorrow and, above all, victory. For Ariel had escaped them. Ariel was free.

by caesar193
17xp
8 replies
2698 views
caesar193
The Semblance By: caesar193

'I take it ye've ne'er fought a Semblance. Nasty undead fiends they be. 'course, they don't look undead. They don't have gleamin' bones, or rottin' flesh. No, sir! The Semblance looks just like you or me. Except for when its tryin' ta get you. I take it ye've ne'er fought a Semblance. If you had, you'd be dead.'

-Old Gerald, man in the pub

by caesar193
27xp
3 replies
2544 views
1 HoH
caesar193
The Noble Expertise of Creating the Remaining Organism By: caesar193

The Noble Expertise of Creating the Remaining Organism is a gentlemen's club. People who don't belong call it the Noble Expertise, or perhaps the Expertise, but the people in the club call themselves necromancers, and the club itself N.E.C.R.O.

by caesar193
18xp
3 replies
3056 views
Shadoweagle
Corpsemaker By: Shadoweagle
It's existence expunged holy thoughts of sanctuary and left me drifting, soul-dead 'long a hellish ocean. Betwixt it's human maw a fresh corpse lay, its weeping face a testament to its posthumous fate.
by Shadoweagle
56xp
9 replies
3385 views
Mourngrymn
Anadem of Kormak By: Mourngrymn

Ah, you are awake now I see. Wondrous news. I realized that you have no idea what is transpiring so I will be blunt so you may understand it. It is rumored that you are one of the best jewelers and metalsmiths in the region and for that you are lucky enough to have been chosen to create an item that will change the world. And afterwards, you shall be set free. My word on it.

Decanus Kormak

by Mourngrymn
39xp
8 replies
2857 views
Cheka Man
William and Eleanor Piven By: Cheka Man

She was known as 'Moon Child' by her friends as she only came out at night, and whilst they loved to play with her, those who did so for too long would soon have cause to regret it. He was her father and the town undertaker, with a secret much less savoury role as the town necromancer.

by Cheka Man
46xp
5 replies
2442 views
Mourngrymn
The Moira Chalice of Kormak By: Mourngrymn

I watched in horror as the final pieces were infused together with dark magics granted to the mighty Kormak by Shivenhusk Himself. The head from Lord King Vyrkril was placed on a base of blacked bone and thrust into the cold burning fire. I swear I hear it scream in agony. Decnus Kormak smiled at his late king and when he pulled the chalice from the blue flame bare handed, he clutched it covetously. That alone made me afraid.

by Mourngrymn
45xp
9 replies
3899 views
Mourngrymn
Undead Beard Fleas By: Mourngrymn

Damn 'ol thing it tis. Itches like nuthin I e'er felt. Stupid bugs, your the Poosker ye fool. Help me get rid o' these damnable things.

I hate to tell you this but you have what we liked to call, 'Puces Barbe Morts', or undead beard fleas. And the only way to be rid of them is to cut off your beard and then burn the hair.

No! Just kill me it's less painful that way.

by Mourngrymn
54xp
21 replies
3733 views
1 HoH
Scrasamax
Kyra's Knife By: Scrasamax

Tis but a scratch, send the guards and make sure they capture that joke of an assassin

by Scrasamax
69xp
14 replies
3387 views
Mourngrymn
Shivenhusk the Unliving Refuse By: Mourngrymn

He stood before me, a freankenstien of a man beast that towered twenty feet tall or more. Its rigor colored flesh stunk of eons of decay both sickly sweet and of putrescence beyond what the mortal mind could fathom. I tried to gag it from my throat but my stomach refused to relieve its contents and for that made me more uneasy.

Former Cult Leader who outlived his usefulness

by Mourngrymn
47xp
12 replies
3970 views
Mourngrymn
Treatise on Necromancy By: Mourngrymn

The true depths of darkness travel far deeper into the hearts of mortal man than the darkest and deepest cave I have ventured in. What once could have started as an innocent trek into the unknown for the sake of curiosity I have seen lead to the blackening of the soul and the withering of all those around it. All in the name of innocence and knowledge.

The following are my findings on the subject, as horrible as they are. I just hope I can finish this before my mind is lost to me. I feel the ebb and flow pulling inside me, no that is to simple an explanation. I feel my soul losing its hold on me. The more knowledge I gain, the more I know I am lost.

Kormak Cabeaza, Scribe and Scholar to Lord King Vyrkril the Just of Camerial

by Mourngrymn
17xp
16 replies
3372 views
Mourngrymn
Blood Chalice By: Mourngrymn

'Malghoul Etra Galad Morta, Malghoul Etra Galad Morta!' This booming chant repeats itself over and over; I clutch my head wishing it to end. Physically it doesn't cause me pain, but my brain seems to want to explode from some unseen pressure. Wait something is happening, the bloodied mist has finally settled and I feel refreshed from my hard days. I wonder what this bloodied chalice has in store for me.

-Torren Wayhon, Adventurer, lost soul

by Mourngrymn
18xp
9 replies
5676 views
Mourngrymn
Souless By: Mourngrymn

The call to Him is unnerving. The power He gives is unmatched. He is the reason why I turned my back on my God and now worship Him. I will live eternal for the trade of my Soul to a God. I can live with that.

-Rakeos -Follower of Sethalis, fallen Priest of Aduivo

by Mourngrymn
26xp
10 replies
8559 views
2 HoHs
Mourngrymn
Amulet of the Damned By: Mourngrymn

‘I told Sir Ursus not to take the amulet, to leave it be in it's resting place. But he would not listen. We now trek to his place of hiding to remove the amulet and return it, and to destroy that which Ursus has become. '

- Arch-Danath Maccalas of the Dark Step Tribe

by Mourngrymn
41xp
16 replies
9201 views