Village of the Damned (Into)

Shardfall and the Village of the Damned. (Intro)

Ravicus glanced with a steel cold look over the Shard covered plains. as he looked on, the images flood through his mind, of what has been done, and what yet has to be done......
The memoirs of his family have passed from generation to generation in a blood covered grimoire made of flesh that had been rendered and stretched to cover the insidious pages. The grimoire talks of how the Shardfall was the ruin of the land, depriving the villagers of bird and beast. Nothing grew, not grain nor grass. Trees where non existent after the pummeling of the shards.
It is this that leads to the blight that has perpetuated the present circumstances. After the loss of food, be it flora or fauna, the people became desperate, and in desperate times, people do desperate things.
On a trip foraging for food, It might have been fate, or a curse that brought the villagers to an unknown area. A mausoleum lay in ruins, cracked open with the force of huge stones thrown from the heavens. Spirits that were trapped in the mausoleum where not kind, nor friendly. One of them was especially sinister. The undead quickly felt the desperation and hunger in the villagers and quickly moved to possess them, bending their minds to the will of the evil necromancer that lay in the tomb.
The mind of the necromancer was full of dark and forbidden magics and alchemical formulas.....all stemming from the death, and flesh of humans.....(which are printed in blood in the grimoire).
Powerful was this necromancer, commanding raiding parties to scour the lands, rendering flesh and bone, for feast, potions, and the beautifully corrupt art of his evil craft.........
Ravicus jolts, steering his thoughts from the past, and smells human flesh, nearby, and just in time too, for the hunger is upon him......Muhahahahahaah.

~Ravicus Domdred~ Circa 2014

Shardfall and the Village of the damned........Pt 1 (The Curse of Ravicus Domdred the Hungered)

While stirring restlessly in wait, after laying the bait for some unfortunate passerby to notice.......he again turns to the dark crimson text in the Domdred Grimoire, and begins to revisit the tale of the origins of the City of the Damned....

.....As starvation took hold of the villagers, formation of scouting parties where fully attended in hopes of finding some means of sustenance. One party in particular, led by a young lean farmer's son, struck out eastward, for it was in that direction that laid unexplored areas since the massive shardfall that decimated the region. With watchful eyes the group journey toward the rising sun, up and around the huge pillars of stone which littered the plundered soil in every direction. Crawling across the lowest point of one of the horizontally laying pillars, an eerie image presents itself.

Shattered stone pieces of what resembles a crypt, a mausoleum of ancient craftsmanship lay in tangled piles earth and stone. Upon closing in on the ruins, a foul must lay in the air, stinging the nostrils and setting in an itch that could not be rid of. It was a mist, a mist sort of like what you would see viewing through a piece of thin black satin. A mild distortion of the rabble strewn about.

With trembling lips and cautious advancement, the farmers son pierced the opaque veil and was stilled in his steps, the breath escaped his lungs as he tried to force out a warning. Instantly, vise like grips of twin skeletons grabbed at his arms, forcing him in place. Out of the debris, a shadow stirs, then becomes visible, an apparition of unspeakable horror! It glides closer, with tattered rags flailing around him. Within an inch of his nose, the ghostly eyes of the necromancer stole into his own, reaching in to his very core. It was with no more than a whisper that his very soul was ripped from his body and absorbed into the shifting form of the undead lich. He closed his eyes.........

The skeletons quickly released the body, which for a brief second slumped, then quickly animated back to form! The body seemed to double in size, perhaps an illusion. He then spoke and with the voice of the young man abruptly stated: "I, Ravicus Domdred , have arisen once again!" With saying that, he turned and walked back into the mist, onward toward the unknowing remaining party members......muhahahahah.......

~Ravicus Domdred~ circa 2014

A remembrance of the past, or the future, oh who the hell knows with time!
A Passage from the Domdred Grimoire:

Through the ages, through times lost, are fragments of thought. Piecemeal works of an dangling mobile, an unfixed vision that changes with the hint of even a soft caressing breeze. Tonight, as well as many night the memories of nostalgia sting in a remembrance of a recent, distant past.

It seems as now I feel somewhat like a shipwrecked man, drawn down through a whirlpool, and found in an underworld......that was scribbled in a manifest so long ago, in a distant land.... Like this fellow conjurer of magic, who seemed to twist the arm of fate, and to find his destiny, is succumbed to a new and changing surroundings. Ahhh, but I digress...... That is another tale, in another time.......I have some fleeting thoughts on this.......ahem.....*cough*

Toeing the mark (another phrase lost in time), I step up to the line. Contrary to some in limited capacities of perception, being a Lich in my order does suffer passions, memories, and loss. On the contrary these are a force of compulsion, of sustaining, and of longevity. My actions, although maybe sometimes misguided, perceived as evil, and loathed in existence of paladins, in my eyes are truth etched on granite! Albeit not the truths some hold dear and devote, but truths none the less. Is not perception of truth a trickster in itself? Addled minds twisted by Order could be just as.......skewed.......for lack of better utterances. What gods do you do bidding! Are you devout and steadfast! Yet I am to be judged! Forked tongues wagged at passerby's with idle minds looking for gossip, and are easily turned into sheep. Do not be deceived, idle brains lead to addled decay and infect more so at every dusk to dawn cycle. This must be culled, and I have a cleaver to help clean up this mess. Only through destruction will this world be reborn in truth. My Lords have spoken, I have read the prophesies, I know what I must do. I must venture into the Underworld....but first, I must find followers, and then sacrifices........I know what must be done......I just need to find and gather some shattered pieces from a gem of lore.......Muhahahahahaha!

~Ravicus Domdred~ Circa 2015

 

It is in the works! *furiously scribbles on some blood spattered parchments* Muhahahahahaha!

 

Great work, few minutes we will have to break out some multi sided dice lol. The mention of the Necromancer teases
my cravings.. I do hope they appear in the game.

 

there is Death Magic, we just need to look like them! and Well Met Schmidbauer, it is not many who will converse with the likes of me............*snickers*

 

Lol, I am honored to meet you as well, (raises chalice and toasts Lich Lord Ravicus Domdred) and glad to experience your detailed storytelling lore. As the others have

requested, please continue whenever you can with your craft, it is very interesting.

 

*Raises his goblet, to accept the toast* Thank you my newly found friend, I shall continue on, after another goblet...or three....Muhahahah *cough* muhahaha......

 

Fantastic!! Yes Drink!! Drink!! I will join you.

 

I think there is archival documents of the denizens of this Village chasing down hapless travelers....

 

LMAO Dam...I Want Out Of Here!! My armor isn't thick enough for this mass of filth!! Gymkata forgot all about that one lol..Great flick.

 

Run!! It's The Two Headed Guardian!!

 

wow! I miss this stuff lol!

 

Total sword fail at 25:40 and a very ouchy potient in eyes as well LMAO

 

ROFL I seriously do not know what to say lol

 

"pulls out skull chalice and raises a toast" Great story so far!

 

Ok, here it is, the long awaited first chapter!

Shardfall and the Village of the damned........Pt 1 (The curse of Anthor Poagphus the Hungered)

While stirring restlessly in wait, after laying the bait for some unfortunate passerby to notice.......he again turns to the dark crimson text in the Domdred Grimoire, and begins to revisit the tale of the origins of the City of the Damned....

.....As starvation took hold of the villagers, formation of scouting parties where fully attended in hopes of finding some means of sustenance. One party in particular, led by a young lean farmer's son, struck out eastward, for it was in that direction that laid unexplored areas since the massive shardfall that decimated the region. With watchful eyes the group journey toward the rising sun, up and around the huge pillars of stone which littered the plundered soil in every direction. Crawling across the lowest point of one of the horizontally laying pillars, an eerie image presents itself.

Shattered stone pieces of what resembles a crypt, a mausoleum of ancient craftsmanship lay in tangled piles earth and stone. Upon closing in on the ruins, a foul must lay in the air, stinging the nostrils and setting in an itch that could not be rid of. It was a mist, a mist sort of like what you would see viewing through a piece of thin black satin. A mild distortion of the rabble strewn about.

With trembling lips and cautious advancement, the farmers son pierced the opaque veil and was stilled in his steps, the breath escaped his lungs as he tried to force out a warning. Instantly, vise like grips of twin skeletons grabbed at his arms, forcing him in place. Out of the debris, a shadow stirs, then becomes visible, an apparition of unspeakable horror! It glides closer, with tattered rags flailing around him. Within an inch of his nose, the ghostly eyes of the necromancer stole into his own, reaching in to his very core. It was with no more than a whisper that his very soul was ripped from his body and absorbed into the shifting form of the undead lich. He closed his eyes.........

The skeletons quickly released the body, which for a brief second slumped, then quickly animated back to form! The body seemed to double in size, perhaps an illusion. He then spoke and with the voice of the young man abruptly stated: "I, Anthor Poagphus , have arisen once again!" With saying that, he turned and walked back into the mist, onward toward the unknowing remaining party members......muhahahahah.......

Ravicus Domdred circa 2014

 

Haha..That party has had it. Wait until they find out who they really have joining them in their travels..

 

But wait........there's more!

 

Lmao wow, I don't know how they did it back then, but very realistic effect of man being knocked backwards threw the air. You would think he had cables of

some sort pulling him

 

"Death is only the beginning!"
The Mummy

 

Muhahahahahahah!

 

The Anguish of Damnation

As winter sets in, it almost is soothing, matching my heart, cold and brooding,
as in love, nothing is moving, I am slave to master, there is no choosing.
Looking back on what has been,
seams I am one of wicked men,
many loves I had behooving, pride taketh me, a recipe for losing...

Ravicus Domdred Circa 2014