Penance and its Meat
A retro dark fantasy paracosm.
Parame : Acolyde, Palada An Dore (Deer Paladin [In Paracosm Language of the Northern Kingdom]) [Art will go here when im done :p ]
A clip from the writing;
“It will not be in vain, Master Gahlus. The beast will find no peace.”His words shutter with a boiling stew of rage and grief, “In any life…I will find Xerex. I will return him to the devilish sands whence he came. And if I draw my last breath doing so…It will be a prayer for your eternal peace. That I swear.”
Acolyde stood from the corpse, wrapping his arms around himself beneath the cloak, the night felt colder now. It dug into his very bones, whispering, fanning the freezing storm silently starting within him—a tempest of confusion, regret, and a longing for that which might never be. The cold was no longer just a sensation but a presence. It was as if the very air around him conspired to draw him into an abyss, one that foretold a hazy and changing fate.
Introduction from the DND Version;
The northern kingdom sits in its still coolness. All that surrounds is ice, snow and the dark night. Within these very city walls are you. Here your journey begins; the end of everything. The arrival of the Rot.
The mortar and waxed mud between the cobble rocks glows slow. Red, Yellow then a blinding white. From the streets people scatter, the very bridge to the castle arching with melt. And from the blistering, burning cobble rises a devil. Xerex the Rotting. He who will bring everything to nothing.
Knights flood fruitlessly into the streets, raising simple iron to defend their kingdom. With a sharp nailed hand, Xerex brushes through the air, the iron armors and those within bursting into ash. His long, dragging wings sweep away the ash as he turns to the castle, his voice gravelly yet thick like sap.
“Herald! King of Solta! I have come for what you promised! Come to me or your city will not see fire nor brimstone but crumbling rot and decay.”
The King glares silently from the castle, slowly dropping his sword before stepping forward. Xerex snatches the King from his feet, dangling him by the velvet cape. With no other word, his wings clip the air as he takes to the deep black skies.
But pray tell what this story must do with you? You stand simply, a mage, a paladin and a cleric. Well, that is for you, adventurers, to decide.
