“Tell the Acolytes to move the hosts to the ritual chamber, we will perform the dark baptism at midnight when the hour is nigh.”
“It shall be done.” .𝓬ℴ𝓶
A large group of hooded people was standing in the middle of a village square that was seemingly deserted. The plants that had been here had long lost their shimmer, the roads were filled with weeds and the buildings were falling apart. It was clear that this place had long been deserted by its original inhabitants.
At this point in time, the majority of the hooded figures were gathered before a spire. This spire was in the shape of a double helix that continued upwards as if two pointy monster tongues were curling around each other.
Around it there were several of these acolytes, their words were incoherent for a regular person to understand but they were certainly chanting something. The thing in the middle of this unkempt village’s square continued to give out strange waves of energy along with bizarre symbols appearing on its surface.
They were all kneeling with their faces down, slamming their heads into the ground. Even if there were rocks they didn’t care for, they continued to chant and bow while their blood flowed into the soil. While they were wearing long robes the bony fingers beneath them told a tale.
The man shouting out orders had a slightly different robe along with a large ornate staff that looked like a deformed tree branch. On the focal point, there was an obsidian gem that shined with an eerie glow whenever he shouted out his orders. The people that were listening to him were quick to follow his orders as they turned around to go towards their new visitors.
A large group of merchants had made its way into their village. The wagons along with the people in it were being slowly pulled towards the inside of this town. Each and every person from the races seemed to be in some kind of dream state. They were all slumped over, the only indication of them being alive were their chests that were moving as they took in slow breaths.
The various animals that were pulling these wagons were awake, yet there was also something peculiar. Their eyes were pitch black and devoid of life. Even when these strange hooded individuals approached them they didn’t react. It was the reverse, they followed the instructions of the ones in this village as they pulled the heavy wagons towards the village square.
In the front was the one containing what seemed to be the main force of this convoy and their first target. After it was pulled towards the square the robed ones turned towards the entry point that was in the back. There they saw two people, one of them was a large brutish looking woman.
Classes:
T1 Dark Acolyte L16
T1 Scout L 25
The first thing that he noticed about this person was their low level. They didn’t seem to be paying much attention as they continued to repeat some incoherent words while looking towards the middle of the village. There he saw a larger version of the spiral relic he had destroyed.
‘That thing will be a lot harder to destroy, but this guy shouldn’t be a problem.’Now came the big decision that he was afraid to make. The way before him looked to be relatively safe, the guards around him were weak and he would probably be able to take them out with ease. The big question was, what should he do after freeing himself? Should he help the others or flee while the cultists were unaware of his escape…