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Artunicka walked amongst the Black Forest. He knew the war was coming, the old texts said only one realm would survive. " What do you see?" He asked the old seer days ago. " Even our sight is blind to the end, the Void covers all." He remembered this as he walked through the Forest. What would he do? There was no murder or stealing amongst them, but these other realms were an abomination to his people. They were all enemies who did not see things as the lands of death did. The forest was dead the trees wilted over, they were never alive as the trees in the Earth lands were, but appeared as those do dead. The lands were covered with a light ash that fell as rain might in the Water lands. The black earth took in the ash and the trees fed off it. If tightly packed and ground the ash was their main supply of food. There were whole ash falls on crumbled mountains. He breathed in the scent of sulfer, and continued walking.
Casting his eyes the sky he saw the moon always shinning purple. If a person from any other land were to venture here they would have a hard time just seeing, but his people were born for it. The marshes were the final resting place when someone died. He heard other lands buried their dead in the earth or sea, or burned in the fires. If this were true he did not know. Here the marshes were great pits of depth unknown. Their green murky waters swallowed everything. In the distance he saw what looked like human servents tossing something in. The humans here were gray skinned and bald none lived after 25 and they were all slaves. They did not mind however they did as told and were not mistreated. His people resembled at least the humans as walking corpses just without the rot and wounds or smell.
What was unique about them was they didn't have blood but a shiny dark substance in their bodies that kept them alive. They didn't age after 25 . Yet somehow he appeared to have done so. He marveled as he exited the Forest, into the small town where all manner of dark creature resided. His castle lay just beyond. For now he had to make a stop at the library, most books were so old they talked of a peaceful world before the event. He had been researching the old books for hints of a lost library in his lands that might give him a key in the coming war. There were only 4 books left he had to check.
The library was the second largest structure next to the Dark Stone that was his castle. It was a massive building and went deep underground. He smiled as the ash fell.
The library was a black and twisted place. Many books needed approval to read, some were too powerful and their texts could drive a person insane. Others held arts so dark, if you were not skilled enough you might end up sacrificing what existence you held dear. The shelves were lined with tomes, covered in dust. His boots clicked off the grey marble floor as he went to the lower levels. A few wizards were down there and all acknowledged him with a nod. A turn of a key let him into a chamber only a few had access to. These books asked a price for their knowledge. He priced his finger and placed it in one of the four books he had yet to read. The dark substance vanished and the tome opened with a groan. There were few words but this image stood out, it was a giant skeleton covering it's face he was unsure about what to make of it . Was it a creature, or a statue? The texts said nothing.
He repeated the ritual on the other books. That was the only image in all four books. The texts were the same but something was off, there were slight differences in the pictures. He spread out all four next to each other. The Dark King, as some called him studied the works. He could see clearly now the differences. Moon, a tree in the distance, a statue and an eclipse. What to make of this was unknown but he suspected that at least the tree might still be standing. The event that came before shall come again laying blackness and Void to all but one. The one who proves worthy shall dominate and erase from reality the unworthy. That text was under all four pictures.
"So it's true." He said to himself. " The event shall return, my people must survive " he placed the books back on the shelf and exited the chamber. When he reached the main level he headed to guards. " No one is to enter the Chamber of Madness with out my authority." The two guards, who looked like black lizards in red armor, nodded their heads and tapped their chest in salute, before hurrying off to carry out his orders. He watched them go and then returned to the world outside.
Artunicka walked amongst the Black Forest. He knew the war was coming, the old texts said only one realm would survive. " What do you see?" He asked the old seer days ago. " Even our sight is blind to the end, the Void covers all." He remembered this as he walked through the Forest. What would he do? There was no murder or stealing amongst them, but these other realms were an abomination to his people. They were all enemies who did not see things as the lands of death did. The forest was dead the trees wilted over, they were never alive as the trees in the Earth lands were, but appeared as those do dead. The lands were covered with a light ash that fell as rain might in the Water lands. The black earth took in the ash and the trees fed off it. If tightly packed and ground the ash was their main supply of food. There were whole ash falls on crumbled mountains. He breathed in the scent of sulfer, and continued walking.
Casting his eyes the sky he saw the moon always shinning purple. If a person from any other land were to venture here they would have a hard time just seeing, but his people were born for it. The marshes were the final resting place when someone died. He heard other lands buried their dead in the earth or sea, or burned in the fires. If this were true he did not know. Here the marshes were great pits of depth unknown. Their green murky waters swallowed everything. In the distance he saw what looked like human servents tossing something in. The humans here were gray skinned and bald none lived after 25 and they were all slaves. They did not mind however they did as told and were not mistreated. His people resembled at least the humans as walking corpses just without the rot and wounds or smell.
What was unique about them was they didn't have blood but a shiny dark substance in their bodies that kept them alive. They didn't age after 25 . Yet somehow he appeared to have done so. He marveled as he exited the Forest, into the small town where all manner of dark creature resided. His castle lay just beyond. For now he had to make a stop at the library, most books were so old they talked of a peaceful world before the event. He had been researching the old books for hints of a lost library in his lands that might give him a key in the coming war. There were only 4 books left he had to check.
The library was the second largest structure next to the Dark Stone that was his castle. It was a massive building and went deep underground. He smiled as the ash fell.
The library was a black and twisted place. Many books needed approval to read, some were too powerful and their texts could drive a person insane. Others held arts so dark, if you were not skilled enough you might end up sacrificing what existence you held dear. The shelves were lined with tomes, covered in dust. His boots clicked off the grey marble floor as he went to the lower levels. A few wizards were down there and all acknowledged him with a nod. A turn of a key let him into a chamber only a few had access to. These books asked a price for their knowledge. He priced his finger and placed it in one of the four books he had yet to read. The dark substance vanished and the tome opened with a groan. There were few words but this image stood out, it was a giant skeleton covering it's face he was unsure about what to make of it . Was it a creature, or a statue? The texts said nothing.
He repeated the ritual on the other books. That was the only image in all four books. The texts were the same but something was off, there were slight differences in the pictures. He spread out all four next to each other. The Dark King, as some called him studied the works. He could see clearly now the differences. Moon, a tree in the distance, a statue and an eclipse. What to make of this was unknown but he suspected that at least the tree might still be standing. The event that came before shall come again laying blackness and Void to all but one. The one who proves worthy shall dominate and erase from reality the unworthy. That text was under all four pictures.
"So it's true." He said to himself. " The event shall return, my people must survive " he placed the books back on the shelf and exited the chamber. When he reached the main level he headed to guards. " No one is to enter the Chamber of Madness with out my authority." The two guards, who looked like black lizards in red armor, nodded their heads and tapped their chest in salute, before hurrying off to carry out his orders. He watched them go and then returned to the world outside.