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Of Manteekan and the Glomdoring: IE Glomdoring Has a New Divine!
XanwardSongsteel
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(I noticed that the forums for Lusternia are dead on here, and the game is awesome, so I thought I'd share current events that are transpiring within Lusternia. )
After nearly two months of silence, and the sky free of the haze, a cool
breeze blew over the Basin, and a fine mist stretched over the sky.
Preparing themselves for the worst, each city and commune armed
themselves for another battle, yet strangely, the mists did not move,
resigned to lingering in the air tauntingly out of reach. Numerous fae
began to act strangely, including a banshee that found herself within
the Serenwilde. Shivering and wailing, the banshee stumbled before the
Moonhart, where Urdnot and Barrin had gathered. Curious of why this fae
was there, they poked at her for answers, yet answers would not come.
Instead, the banshee lashed out at the pair who resisted her attacks,
making no attempt to stop the fae.
Crying out to the forest, the banshee reached into the mists that filled
the air and her cries worsened. With new strength, the banshee lashed
out once more until, finally, Feyr would come to rid it of its life.
Curious about the actions of this fae, Barrin and Urdnot rushed to Maeve
to inquire about the actions of the fae. Maeve alerted the adventurers
to the strange mists, and she noted that up until they had settled that
day, none of the Faethorn had been affected. Noticing that the fae of
both Moon and Night were not harmed by this mist, Maeve bid them to bind
the fae until the mists had faded, fearing for their well-being and the
safety of the Faethorn.
Days later, a frost settled over the Glomdoring, weighing heavy upon the
trees and creatures that dwelled within. The Forest, used to the more
temperate environment they had lived in for so long, worried for what
might unfold, yet Viravain watched and waited, laying out traps for
whatever may occur. Days later, Brultk Thornblood would cry out, filling
the sky above the commune with a fine spray of blood. A murder of crows
took to the sky and had only settled when the residents of the forest
would come across the fae. Brultk acted strangely, violently, and mocked
those gathered. Brultk hopped about with a sinister grin upon his face
and murmured a single word, "Soon." Still inquisitive, the people of
Glomdoring continued to question the fae, yet not much more was to be
gathered before a dark storm began to churn within the skies.
Viravain and Nocht quickly took to the Master Ravenwood to prepare those
gathered for whatever may come. Within the sky above the forest, a pale
figure began to coalesce amongst the fog, and two pale eyes sprung open.
A bone rattling whispers followed the appearance of these two icy orbs,
and it called out for its children. Viravain and Nocht steadied the
Glomdoring as overhead, Manteekan, the Terror, appeared amidst the
storm. Curious as to why His fae would not obey Him, Manteekan settled
into the forest, where He came across Nocht and Viravain. Turning to the
Goddess, Manteekan ran His hand over Her golden locks and urged Her to
join Him as His side. Viravain recoiled, and Manteekan leaned in closer,
planting a single icy kiss upon Her cheek and warned Her to behave,
resulting in the Goddess backhanding the Traitor in response.
Nocht took to Viravain's side as Manteekan rubbed the assault from His
face, and Viravain sent a swarm of crows flying at Him. Batting the
birds to the side, Manteekan tugged upon the miasma above Him, pulling
the mists down about Viravain and Nocht until They were bound in the
haze. With one final warning, Manteekan urged the Elders not to
struggle, and then with a wave of His hand, froze the two within the
fog. Seemingly victorious, Manteekan rose above the Forest once more and
urged His creations to take to His side. Slaugh, redcap, and barghest
soon rose to His side, yet the Forest tugged urgently back. Seeing the
struggle, Manteekan called out to the Glomdoring, warning them against
their actions, and pulled more urgently upon the mists that surrounded
Him.
With a final rush of power, Manteekan churned the miasma above the
forest, and soon the slaughs, redcaps, and barghests were joined by a
swarm of other fae, including the Frost Spite, who made the journey from
Mount Wend. His army growing, the shadows that tethered them to the
forest began to spin about them all, and soon Manteekan was cocooned in
the mass of penumbral matter. Viravain and Nocht freed Themselves from
Manteekan's icy confines, feigning a weakness They did not possess, and
sprung Their trap upon the Elder. The Forest launched a volley of vines
and shadows into the sky which intertwined with the haze that gathered
about Him. Viravain and Nocht rose above the Forest, taunting the
Traitor for His foolishness and arrogance, and Manteekan struggled
against the trap, only worsening the web that formed about Him. Soon
Manteekan was sealed away amidst a cocoon of ice and vines, and the
Elders opened a portal in the sky to the Ethereal, where They sealed Him
away.
The icy prison formed a bore within Ethereal Glomdoring where a pillar
of ice and vines rose. Unbeknownst to the Elders, the prison was
mirrored within the Wydyr, as Nocht would soon come to find out. The
Glomdoring gathered at the prison as Viravain and Nocht taunted Their
prisoner. Both would soon leave, urging the Glomdoring to remain
vigilant in their watch of the Traitor that dwelled within.
Deep within the ice, shadows and vines wrap around the Elder's pallid
frame as haze and whispers fill the room about it. Will Manteekan
survive the torment the Wyrd has in store? How will the Glomdoring
change with a Traitor within their midst? Many questions fill the icy
air of the prison, and only the pale eyes that stare outward from within
may hold the answer.
Comments
This is from the commune of Glomdoring, recounting the events on how the Nightmare became one with the Wyrd:
The following is a recording of recent events. If allowed, I will also
present this to be entered into our Library.
The Nightmare Reborn
Based on the recordings of Phulbelishi, of the Hemlock.
It happened around the 1st of Urlachmar, 411 years after the Coming of
Estarra. Lady Viravain made Herself known to the first world, and asked
Her children to gather and hear of Her good news. Previously, in the
months previous, Lord Nocth and Lady Viravain had trapped Manteeka of
the 6th circle,within a pillar of ice and vines for His attacks on the
Glomdoring. The following is what transpired.
Upon the aetherwaves of the Glomdoring Forest, Viravain said,
"Greetings, Glomdoring. The Wyrd has fed well. The very marrow of the
Traitor has fed the soil, His blood, the trees He damaged. Even Mother
Night has taken her share of the feast."
Upon the aetherwaves of the Glomdoring Forest, Daganev (from the Prime
Material Plane) said, "How will this glorious news become manifest?"
Upon the aetherwaves of the Glomdoring Forest, Viravain said, "Not on
solid feet again, I daresay. There are no feet left."
Upon the aetherwaves of the Glomdoring Forest, Daganev (from the Prime
Material Plane) said, "There is nothing left of the traitor?"
Upon the aetherwaves of the Glomdoring Forest, Viravain said, "I
wouldn't say that. He is a God, and Gods are irksomely difficult to
entirely murder."
Upon the aetherwaves of the Glomdoring Forest, Athree (from the Prime
Material Plane) said, "A Ghost of the Traitor? Is it possible?"
Upon the aetherwaves of the Glomdoring Forest, Viravain said, "Through
the glory of the Wyrd, anything is possible. I did warn Him not to
meddle with the Forest."
Upon the aetherwaves of the Glomdoring Forest, Phulbelishi said, "It is
good to see that even fools of His caliber can find redemption through
the Wyrd. Such perfect webs You weave, my Lady."
Soon, everyone present gathered before the Master Ravenwood tree, to see
what was happening to Manteekan within His prison of ice and vines. The
following is a recording of what was seen and heard at that time.
Distant whispers struggle to reach your ears, their grating words
screeching out, "Wyrd..."
Smirking, Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Nothing is poison to the
Wyrd. Even the Soulless are fertilizer."
In response, Calesta snickered softly to himself.
Lady of the Thors, Viravain, continued, "A mere shadow of His former
arrogance. Albeit a potent shadow. So, Manteekan?"
Viravain said as She stroked a wickedly curved scythe tenderly.
Then, a ghost of a figure flickered just at the edge of perception,
merely two icy orbs.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said to the figure, "I did warn You, did I
not? Nothing may overcome the glory of the Wyrd."
Viravain lifts a dainty hand to Her neckline, glancing about with
uncertain disdain.
Athree, Tender of Swarms said, "That was a rare sight indeed."
"Glory. Your Wyrd, Viravain, contains much of this," the figure
whispers.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "You have assailed it and paid
dearly, Manteekan. If only You had grasped such a thing before You drank
of the Elixir."
Viravain lifts a dainty hand to Her neckline, glancing about with
uncertain disdain.
The whispers continue, "And the Elders through the Elixir powerful. It
is fortunate They have not all been touched by Your Wyrd."
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "They shall drink of the Wyrd's glory
soon enough."
Viravain closes Her eyes and inhales deeply, absorbing the scent of Her
surroundings.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "When the roots of the Glomdoring
spread across the Basin, and the First World."
Master Chief Daganev Treeripper, the Merciless said, "Glory be to
Glomdoring!"
"I foresee only greatness with Your Wyrd, Viravain. Foolish was I to
resist it, yet now that I have given in to it fully, I see. I see Your
Wyrd," Manteekan continues.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Naturally."
Viravain brushes Her hair vainly.
Phulbelishi murmur, "Glory be..."
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "And Lisaera doubted Me!"
Viravain utters a shrill little laugh.
Shadows flicker over the blue surface of Viravain's eyes like crows over
snow.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "May black roses eat Her eyes."
Bone-rattling whispers continue to fill the air, "It is no wonder My
children have flourished in this Wyrden Forest. It is no wonder they had
the power to resist even My beckon."
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "The stroke of midnight..."
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "You will swear Your being to the
Wyrd."
Editors note: This was at the stroke of Midnight on the 1st of
Urlachmar, a fitting time, for the resurrection of Manteekan into His
new form.
Viravain lifts a dainty hand to Her neckline, glancing about with
uncertain disdain.
"It is fortunate enemies My own align so well with Yours, Viravain. It
shall be most beneficial for Your Wyrd, I guarantee," the figure
continues.
With cold disdain, Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "You will offer
what remains of You to the Wyrd, and You will serve."
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Or the Wyrd shall consume You. There
is no other choice. I will bind You by the ancient oaths."
Shadows flicker over the blue surface of Viravain's eyes like crows over
snow.
A chill settles into your bone as the hazy figure's tone changes, "All
that remains of Me shall be bound as My physical form has been, never to
leave Your Wyrd. Our motives, Our goals, shall be as one."
The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Celina's lips.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "So be it."
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "What say you, My Forest? Shall we
make use of what remains?"
Athree, Tender of Swarms said, "We make use of everything against our
enemies. Even themselves."
Bloodsworn Calesta Ysav'rai said, "We might as well make use of Him."
Darkest Celina, Her Scythe said, "All serve the Wyrd in due time."
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Even so."
Viravain strokes a wickedly curved scythe tenderly.
Darach Tylwyth Nightshade said, "Yes, let?s use the Terror against our
enemies."
Phulbelishi said, "And for the Wyrd, indeed."
Tylwyth nods his head emphatically.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Very well."
Master Chief Daganev Treeripper, the Merciless said, "As long as the
oaths bind, and even if they do not , the Wyrd will keep Him wishing to
serve Glomdoring."
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Then I shall loosen Your leash to
serve the Wyrd."
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Show Yourself to Your Forest."
Softening, the figure murmurs out a few quiet words, "I do ask of You
this, Viravain. You have children as My own. Were Yours to act against
Your wishes, would You not ask for tribute in return? I ask only this of
You and Your forest. It is not until I have been given at least this
that I shall show Myself once more."
"Or what remains of Me..."
Dismissively, Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Very well. My forest
will assist You."
Sharply, Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Now then."
Viravain turns, Her eyes sweeping over those gathered.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Bowed and broken, yet still a God.
Do not forget the decorum and respect owed the Elders."
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "If there is a debt remaining to be
collected, it is owed to Myself and Nocht, not unto mortals."
Coolly, Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Unless you wish to pay as He
has, within similar confines."
Viravain narrows Her eyes to thin slits.
Darkest Celina, Her Scythe said, "We obey, my Lady."
Phulbelishi nods, meekly so.
Athree, Tender of Swarms said, "He will not be well respected, Lady."
Celina raises an eyebrow at Athree.
Viravain raises an eyebrow at Athree.
Athree coughs softly.
Athree, Tender of Swarms said, "He will be well respected."
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Good."
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Make Your request to the Forest,
Manteekan."
Viravain strokes a wickedly curved scythe tenderly.
The figure begins to fade, His final words caught upon a cool breeze
which murmur, "Any who wish to assist may join Me within the Wydyr at My
prison."
Coiling sinuously about Her petite frame, stygian shadows cloak Viravain
in an unnatural darkness and evanesce into the aether, leaving behind
only the faintest scent of roses.
As a group those present in the Glomdoring at the time traveled to the
Wyrdr, to the icy bore to see what was requested of them. The following
is what was recorded:
A cool haze fills the air as cold whispers flit away from the prison, "I
thank You for granting Me this, Viravain. Loyalty has always been rather
important to Me, as You understand."
Calesta stirs faintly, hands curling into claws for the faintest of
moments as a bestial snarl mars his features.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Loyalty amidst Traitors, yes."
Viravain lifts a dainty hand to Her neckline, glancing about with
uncertain disdain.
The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across your lips.
Athree suddenly inhales deeply.
A cool haze fills the air as cold whispers flit away from the prison,
"And I see Yours are willing to assist. You have garnered such...
respect, amongst these mortals."
Darkest Celina, Her Scythe said, "It is reverence, for the Mother of our
home."
A cool haze fills the air as cold whispers flit away from the prison, "I
shall need some assistance for gathering My tributes. Let Me call upon
one of My children. A moment."
A thick fog fills the air, hiding the prison from sight. As the mist
begins to fade, a hunched redcap stands beside the pillar, a trickle of
blood running down the side of his face.
Bralki Redtooth, looked as follows:
What this fae lacks in size, he makes up for in repulsiveness, the short
statured fae an abomination of nature. Two bulbous eyes glare outward
from his round skull, their size only dwarfed by the hooked nose that
stretches outward from his scrunched face. Bloodied teeth form a wide,
manic grin upon his face, the crimson ichor dripping down his chin. Atop
the crown of his head, a wide cap drenched in blood streams a steady
flow of red down over him, the burlap garments that drape over his
miniscule frame stained by the droplets. A bitter cold bites at nearly
every inch of the twisted creature, from ensanguined icicles that cling
to his chin like an icy, blood-stained beard, to a creeping frost that
climbs up his limbs, slowly overtaking his greying flesh.
Bralki Redtooth, of the Frozen Altar said, "He... hello, Father."
Athree ponders Bralki Redtooth, of the Frozen Altar thoughtfully,
looking him up and down.
Bralki Redtooth, of the Frozen Altar cackles hellishly at Athree.
Running a finger over his sharp claws, Bralki Redtooth, of the Frozen
Altar said, "Do ye wish to see why me cap be red?"
Shadows flicker over the blue surface of Viravain's eyes like crows over
snow.
A cool haze fills the air as cold whispers flit away from the prison,
"Bralki, you will gather My tributes with the assistance of these
mortals."
A cool haze fills the air as cold whispers flit away from the prison,
"Consider yourself lucky you are not amongst them, you useless thing."
Bralki Redtooth, of the Frozen Altar said, "Ye.. yes, Father. I shall
help Ye."
Viravain smirks.
A cool haze fills the air as cold whispers flit away from the prison,
"Any who wish to help may greet My child. He will explain what is
needed."
Phulbelishi greets Bralki Redtooth, of the Frozen Altar with a sincere
smile.
Bralki Redtooth, of the Frozen Altar exclaims, "I's been summoned by
Father to gather tributes for 'im. Some of 'is 'ave been naughty! So, so
naughty!"
Bralki Redtooth, of the Frozen Altar said, "Do ye wish to help gather
these tributes so that they may repent for their crimes?"
Phulbelishi say, "Yes."
A sly grin growing upon his face, Bralki Redtooth, of the Frozen Altar
said, "Excellent! Encourage the Lord's fae to join us here for the
tribute. The slaughs, barghests, and even the red caps 'ave been
particularly bad."
Bralki Redtooth, of the Frozen Altar said, "Each needs their own special
type of encouragement, fleshy."
Bralki Redtooth, of the Frozen Altar exclaims, "The slaughs be liking to
be seduced, the barghests just want some 'ttention, and the red caps...
well, they needs to think Father be watchin'!"
Bralki Redtooth, of the Frozen Altar said, "When's we 'ave the tributes,
we be needin' some of the squonks next. They be needin' a bit of
cheerin' up before they be willin' to come with ye."
Bralki Redtooth, of the Frozen Altar cackles hellishly.
Viravain lifts a dainty hand to Her neckline, glancing about with
uncertain disdain.
Tylwyth greets Bralki Redtooth, of the Frozen Altar with a sincere
smile.
Bralki Redtooth, of the Frozen Altar exclaims, "I's been summoned by
Father to gather tributes for 'im. Some of 'is 'ave been naughty! So, so
naughty!"
Bralki Redtooth, of the Frozen Altar said, "Do ye wish to help gather
these tributes so that they may repent for their crimes?"
A cool haze fills the air as cold whispers flit away from the prison,
"Do not relish too much in this Bralki, lest you be next."
Darach Tylwyth Nightshade said, "Yes, let these tributes pay for their
crimes!"
Celina peers at Tylwyth unscrupulously.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Tylwyth."
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Emulate your elders. But not
Celina."
Viravain ponders the situation.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Emulate..."
Celina coughs softly.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Calesta."
Darach Tylwyth Nightshade said, "Yes Lady. It shall be done."
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "How silent and composed he is. A
very image of My Brother."
Viravain ponders Calesta thoughtfully, looking him up and down.
Viravain smirks.
Giving Celina a disdainful glance, Viravain lifts a dainty hand to rest
at Her neckline.
Viravain inclines Her head politely to those around Her.
Coiling sinuously about Her petite frame, stygian shadows cloak Viravain
in an unnatural darkness and evanesce into the aether, leaving behind
only the faintest scent of roses.
With an indifferent stare, you slowly blink one eye and then the other.
After running around, influencing the various fae, and getting drunk to
see the squonks, finally the tribute was paid, and the mortals rewarded.
A deep haze fills the air about the icy prison and Bralki Redtooth, of
the Frozen Altar smiles wryly as he gazes over the terror before him.
Eyes widened by the torturous screams that fill the air, Bralki
Redtooth, of the Frozen Altar said, "The Lord looks favourably upon
these tributes! He has gifted us with more of the squonkabonks, if ye
wish to purchase one."
Asani blinks perplexedly for a moment before emitting a confused "Wha?"
Bralki Redtooth, of the Frozen Altar said, "Ah! Let me show you what I
have!"
Bralki Redtooth then proceeded to display a mewling squonkabonk calf,
which he was willing to sell for 631,000 gold pieces.
The squonkabonk calf weighed 187 pounds, and could be described as
follows:
Warts and blotches cover this enormous mewling calf, a pox upon the many
folds of skin that make up
the infant squonkabonk. Four stout limbs curl up within the creature's
body, merely the wrinkled
toes peeking out from within the fetal pose of the beast. Putrid golden
tears drip from the corner
of each bulbous black eye, filling the air about the fae with the scent
of rancidity. A constant
whimper fills the air about the disfigured critter, the piercing cry
shrill to the ears. A
shimmering stasis field surrounds the infant, protecting it from any
harm.
Phulbelishi say, "A...beast?"
Manteekan, the Nightmare said, "Yes, a beast. You all have done well,
mortals. Surprisingly."
Phulbelishi smile softly at Manteekan.
Phulbelishi say to Manteekan, "It is good to see You whole, Lord. And I
must confess Your new attire is fetching."
A whirlpool of incorporeal shadows fills the area with an unnatural
darkness, revealing the ghostly figure of Viravain, Lady of the Thorns
at their centre as the umbral filaments dissipate.
Tylwyth bows respectfully to Manteekan.
Viravain ponders Manteekan thoughtfully, looking Him up and down.
Phulbelishi kneel before Viravain and touch your head to the ground in
worship.
Asani curtseys gracefully before Viravain.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "So this is what remains."
Maniacal whispers come in bursts as a hazy mist chills the air with its
cool embrace. Amidst the frigid fog, two pale eyes glow as the
incorporeal form of Manteekan, the Nightmare slowly coalesces within.
Looking at Manteekan:
He is a radiant immortal and He rubs His needlelike fingers togther as
He gazes sternly from behind His icy, pale eyes. Hanging in the air like
a veil of fine mist, His presence is nothing more than a chill upon the
skin. Transparent flesh is pulled taut over His frail, bony frame, while
alabaster strands of hair billow behind Him, whipping frantically
through the air as if caught in a constant gale. Chin tilted to the sky,
He stands with an arrogance not afforded to Him by His form. A ghastly
aura hangs about Him, manifesting in a cool fog that gathers at His
feet, the miasma roiling like an impending storm. He is wearing
billowing robes of a chilled mist and a torturous noose of thorn and
vine.
You look at a torturous noose of thorn and vine that Manteekan is
wearing:
Woven vine forms a binding noose, wrapped and knotted to fit tightly
about the neck. Sharp thorns protrude from the ivy, pointed inward so
that when worn, they dig into the flesh. Drops of a frosty blood cover
each of the jagged protrusions, staining the woody material a dark
crimson.
Asani Myeras, of the Blackthorn smiles and said, "Glory be to
Glomdoring."
Maddening whispers fill the skies as Manteekan, the Nightmare returns to
mortal perception.
Master Chief Daganev Treeripper, the Merciless said, "Aall donne?"
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "I should say so."
Manteekan, the Nightmare said, "It seems My body shall have to remain
here, I suppose."
Archly, Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "My, what a disgraceful,
drunken spectacle."
Viravain smirks.
Viravain lifts a dainty hand to Her neckline, glancing about with
uncertain disdain.
Asani Myeras, of the Blackthorn said, "It seems the redcap has something
to sell as well."
Bralki Redtooth, of the Frozen Altar exclaims, "Us redcaps be twisted!
They won'ts follow ye 'til ye give 'em something to worry about!"
Manteekan runs a single, needle-like finger over the icy pillar as He
cringes in response.
Demurely, D'liom Astraea said, "Indeed, you would think this was a
parade on its way to the Great Flame."
Viravain smirks at Manteekan.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Everything has a price, Manteekan."
Phulbelishi say to Manteekan, "I would consider it a trophy, Lord. A
testament to Your transformation, and Your newfound glory with the
Wyrd."
Manteekan, the Nightmare said, "I may rather enjoy this form in time. It
allows for a bit more... subtlety, which I surely need to learn."
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Yes."
With a look of intense concentration, Asani parts her mouth slightly,
using her tongue to pry bits of carrion from between her teeth.
Manteekan runs a hand over the noose of thorn and vine about His neck,
sending a stream of blood pouring to the ground.
Wavering like a fine mist, Manteekan, the Nightmare said, "And how nice
of Your Wyrd to leave Me such a gift, Viravain."
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "Think of it as a reminder."
Viravain graces Manteekan with a flawless, charming smile that never
touches Her eyes.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns said, "For old times sake."
D'liom Astraea said to Manteekan, "On behalf of the Lady Viravain, and
the Forest You have formally pledged Yourself to, we would like to
invite you to join us under Its Wyrden auspices, if that is Your wish."
Gritting His teeth together, Manteekan, the Nightmare said, "I shall
wear it with pride."
Viravain gazes at Manteekan, not speaking. Her hair fades to golden, Her
eyes go summery green and guileless.
Viravain simpers and whines piteously.
Viravain smirks.
Shadows flicker over the blue surface of Viravain's eyes like crows over
snow.
A wry grin growing upon His face, Manteekan, the Nightmare said to
Astraea, "Your Forest is rather quick to accept Me. I would accept, to
relish in the Glory of this
Additional Public. This follows the first post!
Glomdoring remained vigilant in their guard of the Traitor's prison,
watching and waiting as the Wyrd took its toll on His frozen form.
Stifled cries and hushed whispers reached out to those who would come to
watch, the only hints of life that remained from the Elder. As the days
progressed, the contact became more frequent, and about a month after
His imprisoning, He began to share words with those gathered. Manteekan
maintained much of who He was, yet the Wyrd began to take hold of the
Elder, visible in shadows of crow feathers that flitted over His icy
eyes and vines that stretched outward from His prison rimed with frost.
Another month passed, the contact with Manteekan sparse, yet changes
were happening. Viravain soon called the the Forest, eager to see the
transformation the Elder had underwent. Gathering the commune at the
Master Ravenwood, She reached out to Manteekan, who manifested before
those gathered as a hazy figure that spoke in murmurs. The Wyrd had
become victorious over the Elder, and He was bound to its power, His
body still held within its grasp, yet His mind released from the prison.
Viravain bid the Elder show Himself, but He refused, for He had been
slighted by the very children He would awaken.
Understanding the importance for this loyalty, Viravain granted
Manteekan His request and gathered the forest at His prison in the
Wydyr. A show of His renewed strength, Manteekan called upon one of His
own, a redcap named Bralki, to oversee His prison and to assist with the
gathering of tributes. Many would come to assist with this gathering,
including Daganev, Calesta, Tylwyth, Tarkenton, Athree, and Phulbelishi
of the Glomdoring who were soon joined by Kethaera of Hallifax, whose
curiosity would bring her before the Elder. The redcaps and slaughs
remained stubborn, even while the barghests and squonks went willingly,
yet at the word of their Awakener and those gathered, soon they would
all come to pay for their disloyalty.
Pleased with the tributes, Manteekan appeared before all gathered, His
form nothing more than haunting mist that settled within the air, His
physical form ravaged by the Wyrd, and what was left it remaining bound
in His prison. The Wyrd would not leave the Elder without a reminder of
His new loyalty, however, which manifested in a noose of thorn and vine
wrapped about His neck. As a gift to those who would come to assist Him,
Manteekan bid His Bralki to sell a new fae, the squonkabonk, the twisted
cousin of the squonk, to those who helped.
Glomdoring was quick to welcome the Elder to their commune, and
Manteekan would just as quickly accept. However, what will having a
Traitor within their pantheon hold for the Commune? How exactly has the
Wyrd changed the Elder? Many questions lingered in the minds of the
Forest. Questions that could only be answered with time..