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[Darrien Church]

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Suddenly the silence of the night was broken in Dark Cove and the surrounding forests as large blasts from a loud trumpet broke the vigil of the Darkness.

A putrid green glow filled forest’s edge as thick plumes of white smoke rose stoically from the tree line…as the citizens of Dark Cove began in all curiosity to seek a closer look the dark procession materialized…

Three hooded figures emerged from the forest first, heads bowed in reverence as three large incense censors clutched tightly in their skeletal hands swung with the beat of a heavy base-drum from somewhere behind them.

Next, two rows of tall standards, jet black cloth bearing on it the image of the Ebon Skull, emerged from the tree line. Six in all, three on each side the standards came slowly into the view of the people of Dark Cove and it appeared ghoul like creatures bore them.

Then they saw it…

I large and ornate throne carved entirely from bone, decorated with every manner of jewels and pocked with odd runes came into form. Beneath it’s weight there stood several large and grim looking wraith-like beings hovering just above the ground pulling it along carefully…as to not cause it’s cargo any disturbance.

It was him….

A figure clad from head to toe in ornate robes and heavy black metal plate armor filled with an array of patterns from heavy vine-work to skulls and runic marks. It wore upon it’s face the face of a fine-figured male carved out of Ebon, it’s expression one of enduring anger and hatred.

Lifting it’s hand gently the dark caravan suddenly came to a dead stop.

Standing slowly it drew an ornate sword radiating energy from it’s robes and pointed it directly in the direction of the now rather alarmed citizens.

Then it spoke…the voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere…a multiplicity of tones and voices speaking in unison:

“Dakt oi Lavas'krosisgholad dakt li raletin!”

“Etheng!” barked the undead that carried the being into the city limits.

“Dakt oi Lavas'krosisgholad dakt li raletin!” It cried again with more intensity as the remaining wraiths from the original destruction of Dark Cove manifested in the area.

“Etheng! Etheng! En'ta Etheng!” proclaimed it’s vanguard once more as the wraiths of Dark Cove seemed to grow excited.

The Lich Lord glanced about it’s surroundings for a moment then looking up to the heavens it screeched terribly loud with all of it’s might causing several of the local animals to wail in pain. Dark tentecales of shadow energy wrapped around it as it’s mask slowly seemed to dematerialize revealing a skull it’s eye sockets a blaze with green energy…and it spoke:


“I am the thorn in the foot, I am the blur in the sight
I am the worm at the root, I am the thief in the night
I am the rat in the wall, the leper that leers at the gate
I am the ghost in the hall, herald of horror and hate
I am the rust on the corn, I am the smut on the wheat
Laughing man's labor to scorn, weaving a web for his feet.
I am canker and mildew and blight, danger and death and decay
The rot of the rain by night, the blast of the sun by day
I warp and wither with drought, I work in the swamp's foul yeast
I bring the black plague from the south and leprosy in from the east
I am the shrill cold spirit that chills the darkness you feel after dark
I am the chaos that tears stars apart. You cannot escape me
You cannot defeat me You can only embrace me”

Meanwhile in the tower of the house Armunn a figure well acquainted with the Lich Lord gazed down at him until suddenly he heard s faint whisper fill his ears.

“We see you…” hissed a faint and raspy voice.

Bailos clearly unfazed by this trick and smiled wryly.

"Hello Axaris..."

He knew well that there was some hidden motivation to Darrien's sudden re-emergence from the halls of Covetous.

Good will? Doubtful...

But, in the showmanship that had made him legend in death as well as life Darrien Church had made one thing very very certain;

The Lich Lord, anointed servant of Oblivion had arrived.