10-21-2018, 04:57 PM
and lord, I fashion dark gods too;
Later, when asked about the catalyst of the events, they will never be able to pinpoint one moment.
It was Pangea’s first creation, when the dark god made the land from sick magic and defiance.
It was the years Pangea spent underwater, inhabited by god-knows what, growing sicker by the day.
It was when the stupid, heroic, mad horses obeyed the dark god, went to Pangea, bled themselves dry to raise it up, to defy Beqanna once more.
It was when the boy with pestilence’s seal crossed Pangea’s shores.
It was when the golden magician died, her magic spilling, sinking into the earth.
All of this, none of this. The catalyst didn’t matter, in the end. What matters is what happened, after.
It’s so perfect that Carnage half-wishes he’d planned it, so he could take credit. He didn’t even know of Rhonen’s existence, when he first wandered onto Pangea, but then the dark god saw the seal, touched the boy’s bones, felt the awful sickness within him, one borne from other worlds, in another quest. This is entertaining enough, and he is already formulating ways to best utilize this when the golden magician is slain near Pangea’s own heart.
(He almost takes the magic for himself, claims it. But he needs no more magic. So he lets it sink into the earth, enrich the sickness already incubating in Pangea.)
Pestilence. Magic. All stewing in an already sick land.
Like he said – perfect.
He could do it himself, of course, the boy would fall easily. But he prefers a crowd. Prefers Pangea to be packed, so that they may be saturated in what will come.
So instead, he sends out a vision. A message.
There is a boy, he says, in Pangea.
The image: a chestnut stallion with a seal on his chest. Conquest. Pestilence.
A plague, a plague upon both your houses.
He’s dangerous, he continues, if allowed to live, he will bring ruin to us all.
And will they trust his word? Some will. Enough will. He is sure of it.
And even if they don’t, so many of them just want to watch the world burn, and burn it will.
He broadcasts the image again. Rhonen, standing unsuspecting in Pangea.
Beneath his hooves, Harmonia’s old, dead magic thrums. Festering in the earth.
Find Rhonen. Kill him. Save us.
Again, louder.
FIND HIM. KILL HIM.
KILL HIM.
KILL HIM.
NOW.
OOC:
Carnage sent out a Beqanna-wide vision and message to Beqanna, showing Rhonen in Pangea, imploring your horse to kill him. If you want to participate, reply here with your horse tracking Rhonen and attacking him. Do not claim you got the killing blow, we want everyone to converge on him.
This is a site-wide event, not a quest, so there’s no rounds or prizes.
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