Started by Howlando, July 14, 2013, 11:19:22 PM
QuoteFirstly, it is said, that the Covenant of the Pure, those that worship the ooze beneath, tasked themselves with a dangerous pilgrimage, to the surface island Ymph, through the old Way used by Frederick Bresley.Little can be found out about the journey itself, beyond the obvious dangers that would have been encountered, but the happenings afterwards are well known across the Underdark.Upon their return, it is said they brought with them a scion of the Ooze – a Lost piece of the puzzle that would turn the Great Ooze the most fanatical of them worship, into some kind of demi-God.It appeared they were successful because, rising in a great tide of filth and ooze from Lower, finally reunited with its lost scion, a new and immense ooze rose, and crashed through the Canal, destroying what boats remained, before slithering and settling within the Dark Lake.Therein, it is said, the newly named ooze Slp'glp'ytthx'grpt'grlpt'tnsslp'glubt'pssph'gluu'alshlpt was now complete and expand, growing and gurgling, to envelop the entire lake and with it, it is said, a ruinous City rose from the depths.The Lake now is hazardous for any to swim in, and the fish and animals that live there are consumed and killed – only the hardiest of creatures were able to resist the ooze's coming and have begun to flee the oozy lake for fresher waters. It is even said that a Goddess, hiding amongst the waves of the Lake from the rampaging of the Night Serpent, Dendar, was in turn consumed.This entire ordeal has caused great problems for the fisherfolk and traders who depended on the Lake for food and sustenance, and the rumblings in the Lower Wards especially speak of empty bellies and muttered curses against the ooze and its ilk...
QuoteThen, only days later, further tragedy struck the people of Sanctuary and their allies. A Courier, posted to the Embassy of Magnatz the Red Giant, spoke of a great Host of Dread forces, having ambushed and lay siege to the newly seized Fort Mur as the giant surveyed his prize.Sanctuary patriots, Collective members and Spellguard alike mobilised, along side a motley group of adventurers, and marched to Magnatz's aid.The collective army of Sanctuary fell upon the Host twice and twice were they repelled, with great losses upon each side – then, when they thought that all was lost, reinforcements from Sanctuary arrived and with a third and final push, the line of the Dread Host was broken and the way to Mur was secured.Though this was not to be a victory to sing of, for the way to Mur was stained with more blood, as the forces fought their way to relieve what remained of Magnatz's host, a few leperous goblins...Through all this bloody fighting, it was heard a great and titanic battle was being had beneath Mur itself, with the great blood magics of the Red Giant rising and falling against whatever lurked below.Onwards pressed the bravest of Sanctuary, and into the depths, as they had done just weeks before, they descended once more, prepared to stand by Magnatz's side against whatever horror the Dread Host had brought to bear.What happened below has been told and retold a hundred times, each speaking of different horrors that were witnessed, though there are some facts that cannot be denied...They say that a scene of a great and titanic battle was witnessed, with evidence of blood and magic rife.They say that Magnatz, the once proud and powerful Giant, was brought to his knees and lay near defeated upon the floor.They say that a great creature, the like of which no man had ever laid eyes upon, had come as Magnatz's Reckoning; towering beyond even the giant immense size, with a body made entirely of brain matter, dripping with vile fluids and pulsing with foul implants, the creature stood.They say that the Sanctuary forces ran to the aid of the Red Giant, who in his final moments defied the creature with great magics...And they say that it was not enough. Magnatz, in the end, looked upon the creature with fear. Pleading for aid, even as the creature ripped off his head, the look of horror remaining as the creature consumed his brain.The rumours beyond this point are addled, scattered, unsure – though there is talk of a hurried retreat, a heroic last stand by a band of Watchers and an Agent of Serena Tower, and the inexorable advance of the creature into the darkness...Now is come the Reckoning of Man, all will kneel and be judged at the Monument of Hubris.
QuoteOnce more, there is movement on all fronts within Sanctuary.It is said that in recent days, what few Watchers, Warders and other patriots can be found about outside of the Safety Zone, spend their time lounging about the Grotto, swilling drinks, feasting and with their Engineer brothers, talking of their operations of recent days, though all of this is tinged with an air of dutiful sadness, as it is said that many give their lives with every inexorable step towards the Machine's final completion.Along the Canal, where there once was the incessant sound of drumming and maddening merriment, there now is the cold, mechanical hum of new machinery. A new coolant system installed, manned and well defended, and with it, greater amounts of Substance churn out of pipelines old and new, spilling their filth into near every water source closeby to Sanctuary.
QuoteMadness reigned one night, if only for the briefest of moments. It all started with screams from the Trade Hall and with it, great bursts of dark energies and spellfire. The madness was momentary, but with it came death; word spreads quickly that some manner of creature was summoned, for whatever reason, in the bottom floor of the Trade Hall whereupon it began a brief reign of terror.This reign was ended as quick as it starter, with word speaking of the two that were responsible finding quick death at the hands of spellfire from the hands of an Agent of the Spellguard, showing no mercy to fools who would meddle in dangerous affairs with little skill or understanding.
QuoteFurther dark news reached the ears of Sanctuary's people, yet again, with word of the Great Adversary's movements beyond the borders of the city. Scouting forces report on the great creature, known amongst the fearful as the Monument of Hubris, single-handedly laying siege to the Mound of Magnatz, and without a care, delivering slaughter upon the rag-tag band that remains.Though the forces of Magnatz are scattered, the Mound's defences seem to hold strong, with the entire Mound finding itself wreathed in a blood-red barrier.A force of Exile Collective warriors, Spellguard and sundry sought to deliver a strong blow against the Monument and it's forces, yet after a swift engagement, those rallied forces quit the field, retreated to Sanctuary, and abandoned the Mound to its fate.Some say this is a sensible thing, for there is little to be done against the Monument, whilst others decry it as, at worst, cowardice and at best, the surrendering of a strategic supply route to the enemy, who is no doubt now using the Mound's great Lift to bring goods, soldiers and supplies directly up from the Lowerdark.Word then speaks of a small group of concerned citizens, making their worries known in a rowdy fashion, throwing fruit and rocks at those they thought to have abandoned the Mound to it's fate. This 'uprising' was dealt a swift and brutal blow, by a female Agent of the Spellguard, whom immolated and slaughtered the entire crowd of citizens who dared speak out against them, leaving their smoking bodies to the rats, upon the steps of the House of Governance.And through all of this, people wonder of two things - what has become of Magnatz's widow, Magga and what truth is there to the rumours that a troupe of vicious looking goblins, skin as red as blood, roams abroad, of late?
QuoteGood dark, my children. It is I, Austanias Glademore. I speak with you today on a matter of much importance. To those who may not know me, [a soft chuckle] I was previously a Director on behalf of the Red Guild. I thought that through politics, and public representation, I could help and guide you towards the path of enlightenment, and inspire the hope of the divine within you. I admit I was mistaken, as the forces of corruption and distrust were well within the governance, and once I realized my errors, I have retired for many moons and suns, meditating and praying for the gods to direct me at the right path.Now, I return to you, with an answer and the correct path. While at first, I was too blind to see it, the answer was with us all along. The answer is the gifts of the gods to us, in the form of their divine relics!I have collected these relics for days and darks, and only a few days ago, I have shown you their power, with the removal of the darkness of the Night Serpent from the House of Knowledge!This was only but a demonstration, but more is needed in order to protect Sanctuary from her darkness and corruption. More is needed before we'll use the gifts of the gods to get rid of Dendar for good!In order to do so, I, no, Sanctuary requires your aid. I shall send expeditions across the Underdark in order to retrieve powerful relics, the most divine of them all. Once they are safe with us...oh, why to spoil a pleasant surprise, you shall see!Any people of faith and holy warriors are welcomed to join these, and adventurers and mercenaries will see a nice reward from them. Listen to my sendings, Sanctuary, the days of the darkness are numbered!
QuoteSpellguard Broadcast : Greetings Final Sanctuary citizens and hopefuly aspirants dwelling in middle Sanctuary. The Watchers and Warders would have a public service announcement for all hoping for a better, brighter more hopeful future. Recently there was an attack on a facility key to the Great Work. It is at this time we must remind all people that every action has an equal reaction of consequence. The damage these bright-eyed rebels without a plan for the future have caused has stretched repair crews thin. A number of power systems runing throughout Dunwarren have begun to malfunction. We hope to devote more manpower to these repairs once the terrorist cells responsible are dealt with. In the meantime you may experience occasional `malfunctions` around Dunwarren.The Watchers and Warders deeply regret the harm and potential deaths this may cause to our loyal Middle Sanctuary residents and travelers of Dunwarren.
QuoteUnauthorised Dunwarren Sending by Alan Harcourt : [An incredibly haggard, broken, and raspy voice...] F-freedom... forever...!