Nascent
19-02-2005, 05:31
OOC: This is just a reference thread, so any IC comments will be ignored completely. Other than that enjoy.
IC:A dense fog had settled across the island, so thick that it seemed as if you could slice into it with a knife. Traffic around the island had been all but stopped due to the poor visibility, and air travel was all but non existent on this night. However, one place that the fog had not hindered activity was the Tomb of Eternal Night. It was such a large tomb that although it had been uncovered nearly one hundred fifty years ago, it had not yet been fully explored. Those who attempted to explore the tomb deeper than what had been uncovered have never come out. It a place in which folk lore said the air inside the tomb would suck the very breath out of a man’s body, leaving him to suffocate inside. However on this night, something would stir inside the deepest parts of the tomb. Something that had not been seen since before the Spanish Conquistadors claimed this land for the Spanish court over 200 hundred years before was once again going to make its presence known to the people of the island.
Outside the tomb, a group of fifty men, women and children slept in a makeshift tent city. These were the true believers of the legend of the Tomb of Eternal Night, and the souls it held inside. Just outside the camp several squads of the King’s elite Special Forces had taken up positions, surrounding the camp and everyone inside. The signal was given to enter the camp, their mission, destroy the heretics. These were the last of the native people of the island, and they had not yet converted to the state’s brand of Catholicism. The men entered the tent city and opened fire into the tents, the flash coming from the muzzles of their weapons lighting the area like a thunderstorm.
At the Tomb of Eternal Night, nearly one hundred yards away from the massacre, several figures shrouded in darkness emerged and began converging on the tent city. The speed at which they moved was superhuman, making it to the tent city in a matter of seconds. They moved throughout the tents like bolts of lightning, striking down every soldier inside in minutes. Once all the soldiers had been killed, the figures moved into the center of the camp. As the occupants that had lived through the massacre exited their tents and approached the figures they saw that there were only four of them, four against nearly thirty soldiers, and all the soldiers were now dead. As the people got closer to these strange figures that had saved them from a premature death they noticed that their bodies were severely decayed. What little flesh was remaining on their bones was hanging, blowing in the wind. One man tried to start a fire, but as soon as he lit the fire it blew out. As the people gazed at these strange figures they did not notice that several others had surrounded them, and that one was walking towards them. Suddenly the one that was approaching the people spoke:
“My people do not fear us for it is I, Cacifica, and I have returned to lead you from the darkness that has settled onto this island, just as I had promised. However as you can see my body has been reduced to nothing more than bones and decaying flesh, which is why I ask you to sacrifice one of your bodies so that I may once again return to my former self.”
Several men walked up to Cacifica and got on their knees, ready to be chosen for such a great honor. However, Cacifica did not choose any of the men but walked to a beautiful young woman of only nineteen. The woman bowed her head as Cacifica began the process. A bright silver light emanated from both bodies as the bones of Cacifica fell to the ground and the body of the woman began changing. As suddenly as the light appeared it disappeared. Suddenly every fire in the camp roared to life and the true form of Cacifica was revealed to the people of the camp. Her eyes moved from person to person, watching as everyone inside the camp bowed to her. Her lips curled into a slight smile as she opened her mouth to speak once more.
“You are the faithful and you shall all be rewarded for your faith, but there is still much work to be done. There is a darkness that taints this island, and we must work to put a stop to this stain. So arise my people, for there is still much work to be done, fore we have to topple a king.”
Later that night while the king was sleeping, a hellish looking skull of a man appeared in a dream. Lasting only a few seconds, the skull said something that the King would run through his head as he lay awake in his bed the rest of the night, afraid to sleep:
“I am coming, and you do not have the means to stop me.”
IC:A dense fog had settled across the island, so thick that it seemed as if you could slice into it with a knife. Traffic around the island had been all but stopped due to the poor visibility, and air travel was all but non existent on this night. However, one place that the fog had not hindered activity was the Tomb of Eternal Night. It was such a large tomb that although it had been uncovered nearly one hundred fifty years ago, it had not yet been fully explored. Those who attempted to explore the tomb deeper than what had been uncovered have never come out. It a place in which folk lore said the air inside the tomb would suck the very breath out of a man’s body, leaving him to suffocate inside. However on this night, something would stir inside the deepest parts of the tomb. Something that had not been seen since before the Spanish Conquistadors claimed this land for the Spanish court over 200 hundred years before was once again going to make its presence known to the people of the island.
Outside the tomb, a group of fifty men, women and children slept in a makeshift tent city. These were the true believers of the legend of the Tomb of Eternal Night, and the souls it held inside. Just outside the camp several squads of the King’s elite Special Forces had taken up positions, surrounding the camp and everyone inside. The signal was given to enter the camp, their mission, destroy the heretics. These were the last of the native people of the island, and they had not yet converted to the state’s brand of Catholicism. The men entered the tent city and opened fire into the tents, the flash coming from the muzzles of their weapons lighting the area like a thunderstorm.
At the Tomb of Eternal Night, nearly one hundred yards away from the massacre, several figures shrouded in darkness emerged and began converging on the tent city. The speed at which they moved was superhuman, making it to the tent city in a matter of seconds. They moved throughout the tents like bolts of lightning, striking down every soldier inside in minutes. Once all the soldiers had been killed, the figures moved into the center of the camp. As the occupants that had lived through the massacre exited their tents and approached the figures they saw that there were only four of them, four against nearly thirty soldiers, and all the soldiers were now dead. As the people got closer to these strange figures that had saved them from a premature death they noticed that their bodies were severely decayed. What little flesh was remaining on their bones was hanging, blowing in the wind. One man tried to start a fire, but as soon as he lit the fire it blew out. As the people gazed at these strange figures they did not notice that several others had surrounded them, and that one was walking towards them. Suddenly the one that was approaching the people spoke:
“My people do not fear us for it is I, Cacifica, and I have returned to lead you from the darkness that has settled onto this island, just as I had promised. However as you can see my body has been reduced to nothing more than bones and decaying flesh, which is why I ask you to sacrifice one of your bodies so that I may once again return to my former self.”
Several men walked up to Cacifica and got on their knees, ready to be chosen for such a great honor. However, Cacifica did not choose any of the men but walked to a beautiful young woman of only nineteen. The woman bowed her head as Cacifica began the process. A bright silver light emanated from both bodies as the bones of Cacifica fell to the ground and the body of the woman began changing. As suddenly as the light appeared it disappeared. Suddenly every fire in the camp roared to life and the true form of Cacifica was revealed to the people of the camp. Her eyes moved from person to person, watching as everyone inside the camp bowed to her. Her lips curled into a slight smile as she opened her mouth to speak once more.
“You are the faithful and you shall all be rewarded for your faith, but there is still much work to be done. There is a darkness that taints this island, and we must work to put a stop to this stain. So arise my people, for there is still much work to be done, fore we have to topple a king.”
Later that night while the king was sleeping, a hellish looking skull of a man appeared in a dream. Lasting only a few seconds, the skull said something that the King would run through his head as he lay awake in his bed the rest of the night, afraid to sleep:
“I am coming, and you do not have the means to stop me.”