« Reply #8 on: January 03, 2012, 10:30:03 PM »
Creatures of the Night
As the last rays of the day faded to give way to night, the villagers of Vallaki made their way home and barricaded the doors. The air was thick this night with a breath of malice whispering into the chill fog that rolled down off Mt. Baratak. Evil was most certainly out this evening, as it so often was in these lands. As the villagers slept, a pair of dark figures made their way through the shadows along one of the nearby farms. The house was quiet and it seemed its occupants were either asleep, or not home. The figures crept inside, locking the door behind them. Quietly, they made their way upstairs and into one of the bedrooms. There on the bed, slept an innocently beautiful young girl. One of the dark figures moved forward to the bed, extending his long pale fingers toward her. He clasped his hand around her mouth, waking her up instantly. She opened her eyes in utter horror as she gazed on the grotesque form of the man's face. It appeared burned and charred, with one eye hanging out of his head. She tried to scream but he clenched his hand, almost crushing her in his grip. The figures lifted her from her bed and drug her from the farm and into the old night. They walked silently until they reached the tunnels leading beneath Vallaki and the Morninglord Temple and then finally, the crypt...Once they arrived in the crypt, the veil covered woman took the young girls hand, while the larger figure began preparing the room. He had carefully drawn out a large rune with a mixture of charcoal and his own blood. After an hour of preparations, he began weaving dark necromantic magic in the center of the rune. He then knelt down in prayer, calling out to the dead god. As his prayers grew louder, the room began to darken and fill with a bloody red mist. Pillars of red light began to grow from the skull candles he had placed on the floor. The veiled woman then guided the child to the center of the pillars and then joined the man in his dark prayer. The man weaved a dark spell, drawing out his own life force into the magical runes. He then turned to the veiled woman repeating the process. The girl cried and whimpered when the negative energy from his magic began to surround her. Urine collected in a puddle around her and she cried out...The chanting continued for what seemed like an eternity to the child. She could hear them calling out to their god with growing intensity. They asked of their patron to deliver his servant so that it could feed on her. The thought made her sick to her stomach, but there was nothing she could do. The room continued to darken around them and the walls began to heat up as if they were on fire, yet the air grew only more cold. Time seemed to slow all around them making minutes seem to feel as hours. Still they continued their dark prayers and chanting. As the prayer reached its crescendo, the ground began to shake and the heat of the walls intensified to appear almost molten. Then at once they stopped...The girl watched in terror as both the man and woman looked down at her in silence. Even with their silence, whispers seemed to echo in the chamber. A few moments later the hooded figure of a short half-ling appeared before them. They greeted him and motioned him over to the helpless child. With light noiseless steps the half-ling seemed to glide across the room to the girls side. He knelt down quietly, flashing two long, pearly white fangs. He grew closer, sinking them into her neck and drinking from her blood. She could do no more than whimper as he drained her nearly to the last drop. The half-ling then stood and joined the other two dark figures in their resumed prayers. Moments later, they each drew a dagger and sliced it across their palms. They then held their palms above the child's lips, allowing their blood to fill her mouth. The room then began to explode with dark magical power. Their voiced rose over the noise of the magical explosions and in the midst of the fire and negative energy, the larger figure lifted his dagger and plunged it down swiftly into the child's heart. Her eyes shut for the final time and then the room grew quiet once more. The figures quietly made their way out of the chamber and back into the tunnels before any who might come investigating the quakes and explosions could find them...We give you this offering of a young virgin child, that she may feed you and give you strength for your return...
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