It began with what appears to be a streak of astral cavities landing onto Actand, bursting into a bright pillar of white flame upon impact. A falling star, spectators of the night sky had mused. Word had spread of several brave companions venturing the lair of the Rising Sun cult, known for their fanatic schemes and unorthodox norms and values. Even a ship which sported a flag of a skull-headed rod was rumored to have landed the docks. Perhaps a congregation took place, one that had attracted the attention of all sorts of troublemakers and curious folks alike.
Those who traveled and fought the initiates of the cult would find them more patriotic than usual, twisted in their ways, believing that the 'answer to their prayers' has been found. Given their overly dogmatic ways, it wouldn't be much of a surprise they were spouting nuisance and conjecture. Though whatever happened that night suggested there was more at hand.
// I'm available for the next session on Tuesday 9th April, starting at 9 PM BST and ending somewhere around 11 PM BST.
_________________ Rosary Doodlekins - Hin Candy Witch
As a pillar of flaming light emerges at the crossroads of Bendir Dale, a familiar and sentient ball of light descends once more. Naturally, given the circumstances of the bustling trade route, this had sparked rumors of the otherworldly guide. A lantern archon who forewarns the threat of a vicious entity, one that has marked history in some of the dourest ways, one that kept a foreboding presence for a time on Amia. Whispers tell it originates back to a particular tainted island, Caraigh.
Most of civilization in this eerie island resided in Ceyrens Mill, predominately home to humans who lived in a world of distrust and fear, especially towards outsiders. The Iron Guard of the mundane town at least kept assurance for the citizens, though would scold at any signs of magic as much as the locals would scowl and stare agitated. The militia found themselves doubled on duty. Only frequent travelers and those familiar with the town would notice this. Perhaps groups of outsiders were rare after all. Whilst respect would be hard to gain, it wasn't unheard of that there were non-residents who knew the traditions and the general ethos, capable of easing discomfort from the locals.
Outside the walls lingered danger. Many horrors awaited after curfew.
// I will be available Friday 12th April 9 PM BST for the next session.
_________________ Rosary Doodlekins - Hin Candy Witch
Dormenwood and Scath Crann. Two forests that stood adjacent to one another but contrasted like light and darkness. Crows flocked and landed onto the former's gnarled branches with darkened leaves, whilst the occasional harpy would outpost on the cliffs of the latter. Journeying up Scath Crann's winding path brought one further to the skies, an uphill forest of more vibrant and green spectrum, where sunlight pierced the gaps of bundled leaves on trees tops. Peering back down at Dormenwood was only gloom, a questionable spectacle.
// I'll be around on Tuesday 16th, 8 PM GMT for the next session.
_________________ Rosary Doodlekins - Hin Candy Witch
The Coast Road. Some of the first settlers of the Ruathymi were said to arrive here, leading to a bloodbath of tribes fighting for resources. Many centuries have passed and now the Iron Guard stand watch by the local outpost. They keep a constant eye of the goblins and the nearby cave...
// Continuing on Saturday 20th April, 8 PM GMT (9 PM BST)!
_________________ Rosary Doodlekins - Hin Candy Witch
Looming outside the walls are terrors that strikes fear into the hearts of families living a simple life at Ceyren's Mill. Fear of the undead, fear of loved ones losts and children turning against their private sanctuary. Some have had it worst, driven cynical by the hardships and realities of the tainted island. Tormented by the grief inflicted upon numerous threats, somehow there is a lingering feeling of hope. The work of the asylum and iron guard are two bastions of hope for the citizens. Though what may creep in hindsight keeps them paranoid still, rightfully so...
Gordon was an ordinary person living in the unordinary land of Ceyren's Mill. A man who lived an unfortunate life, plagued by the mysterious disappearance of his wife over a year ago. The locals say he was never entirely the same after losing her, the appearance and characteristics of the man slowly degrading into a shadow of who he formerly was. A focus of pity yet left to be avoided in his own shell, as mixing with trauma usually meant more personal hardship in everyday endeavors for a citizen. Until he was gone did people notice. The Iron Guard's presence and assurance was not enough to prevent a panic epidemic, when echoes from the dark woods outside begin to haunt the town.
// Something will be happening in Ceyren's this Sunday 5/5/19 at 4 PM EST! (8 PM GST?)
Gossip quickly spread to Ceyren's about Gordon and what his fate would be in the Asylum. A feeling of unrest quickly enveloped over the town as rumors started ventilating about what actually transpired in the forsaken Windmill. Discussions started being held about the man with various rumors circulating among the civilization. Some say he made deals with witches in order to bring his wife back from the dead, and this was the price paid. Others say he was infected with a contagion from dark entities, and his entire presence was a threat to Ceyren's itself.
Things didn't get any better the following night when multiple citizens in the populace started complaining about nightmares. Multiple people started recounting vivid dreams of being chased through brambles of woods by a dark translucent woman, attempting to "get" them. Some were fortunate to wake themselves up due to adrenaline. Others less so, claiming the figure caught up to them and were subjected of a small mauling of bites and claws, before being forced to consciousness.
Hysteria onset the town as dreams seemed to turn into reality. Multiple people were spotted with mars starting to onset their body, marked with blemishes that could only be correlated with the dreams that were happening. Many members of the populace forced themselves to awake throughout the night fearful of the woman in their dreams. Neighbors turned against another when those found with markings were quickly ostracized with the rest of the community, claiming they were touched by "black magic" and could no longer be trusted. The Iron Guard did their best to enforce peace among the community and quell any violence, but a split mindset among the guard created chaos. Some members advised a quarantine, while others enforced one. A few sympathetic guards allowed the marked populace to continue their business as long as it was quick. Without a clear commanding force in the ranks, everything seemed to be falling apart.
Joined: 23 Sep 2012 Location: Western Australia (+8 GMT)
Returning to Ceyren's Mill a few days following the events at the windmill, the Warlord checked up on the small village out of a sense of duty of care she had for the small town though seemed disappointed at the chaos that began to reign. Not being much of a people-person she instead took up a shift with the local Iron Guard to help man the gates and patrol the village at night, hopefully easing the stress amongst the guards. She didn't seem to have a strong opinion one way or another about the people of the Mill and the divide spreading between them, but did her best to remind the guard they were there to protect the people of the Mill, sick or otherwise, from the ever-looming threat outside.
_________________ Elwyn Sabel - Laura Jarshall - Mordoc Ebonhand
"Anyone with strange marks who was also experiencing bad dreams was to be escorted to the Asylum and checked over by Father Darien."
Anyone, citizen or guard, who had a problem with it was encouraged to talk directly to the Admiral herself.
_________________ Chiania Windleaf-nervous druid/shifter who's happily in love and married to her Seabird, with three "cubs". Darby Mirth-troubled half-elf with an interest in the sea. Kaci- short...moody... faithful of Lord Firemane.
Cycles passed and the asylum would see an influx of about a dozen or so newcomers, escorted by the local iron guard. Most of the residents of Ceyren's Mill continued their duties despite their accounts of previous restless nights, detailing accounts of various phenomena one can expect in dreams. Strangely enough, they all had one thing in common- there was a chase involved. However, an unexpected turnaround caused the ramblings of common folk to slowly died down. Many had assumed they were safe, as commonfolk expressed relief the mysterious figure got distracted half way through a dream and disappeared elsewhere. Perhaps they weren't wanted afterall. Perhaps this malign presence was looking for something, some had thought. Whilst general unease filled the air, the nightmares eventually grounded to a halt for now...
// Running something this saturday 5/18/2019 8 PM GMT( 9pm UK), 3 PM EST
The Admiral keeps up her visits to the Mill, though she seems much more tired. She checks in with the townspeople and guards on her short visits during the day to make sure everyone is doing okay. Slipping off to the east briefly before returning to take one more stroll through the Mill before heading to the ship to Wiltun.
Once night falls she returns to pace the town, listening for any sounds of distress from the sleeping townspeople and occasionally peering out towards the dark woods outside the walls.
She still looks tired but as determined and stubborn as ever as she watches the night. The half elf mutters quietly towards the woods before heading back to Wiltun.
"We're coming for you. Your time is over."
_________________ Chiania Windleaf-nervous druid/shifter who's happily in love and married to her Seabird, with three "cubs". Darby Mirth-troubled half-elf with an interest in the sea. Kaci- short...moody... faithful of Lord Firemane.
Blackmoor Swamp, a high altitude marsh near the Coast Road of Caraigh. The highland of the Barren Hills acts like a gigantic bathtub, collecting the rainwater. It's a cold and foul bogland, infested by all manner of spiders. A most notable inhabitant is Bugh, a kind of boogeyman that Wiltun warriors often slay as an initiation rite. A vicious undead creature that regenerations. Lots of Wiltun lads came back less complete than they were before, and a few didn't come back at all...
// Something happening on Saturday 25th May, 9 PM UK Time!
_________________ Rosary Doodlekins - Hin Candy Witch
Whilst most knew to stay away from Aigeshed for its obvious reputation of demonic activity and malign forces, the nearby well was rarely explored. Many tales had been told of brave and perhaps foolish explorers venturing out only to encounter this haunted sight. Townfolk of the Mill were fearful of the spirits that were said to linger, but few rarely considered the injustice brought upon them to cause their vengeance. Traces of old magic were so close yet so far in this well- where the work of ghostly witches happened at unpredictable times.
Whilst two families rejoiced silently with the return of their fathers, four others in Ceyren's Mill mourn for the loss of their loved ones. For a town of few folks, word had spread quickly leaving the people in remorse. As the iron guard maintained their presence within the mill, some had been seen arriving from the coast and journeying to the asylum and the Shadowflame Tower- the number of guard presence had increased there. An elderly man in blue and a young girl in Burgandy were seen passing the Mill before moving quietly north, escorted by few iron guards. It was evident there were preparations taking place for something threatening. The citizens could only guess what from recent ordeals.
_________________ Rosary Doodlekins - Hin Candy Witch
The ruins of Aigheshed remains a tragic sight. The ill-doings of one mad man lead the township to fall. Even after two decades, accounts and whispers of survivors linger where most have been driven mad by the massacre and suffering caused. The number of roaming demons begins to stir and the undead was more aggressive than usual. Crows flock onto the tree branches, cawing at any adventurer who passed by. The citizens of Ceyren's Mill lived their lives in constant fear, and even those who have encountered the hiding survivor Penny would tell of those who have gone but not fully passed on cry in agony. It all stems from the place it started.
Signs of defensive preparations begin to reveal themselves. A dozen templars in black and white, known as the Eternal Order arrive by ship around Ceyren's Mill, lead by Khem's Chapel Master Alicia Dominica. They march proudly and with much confidence, eventually stationing themselves around the small town. Three ships bearing the dark olive flag of a raven on a shield arrive at the southern coastal camp and make an anti-clockwise loop around the island, though one ship would always be stationed near the south-west coast. There were eight Wiltun armsmen on each ship, consisting of halberdiers and (cross)bow units.
// Event taking place at 8 PM GMT, Saturday 22/06.
_________________ Rosary Doodlekins - Hin Candy Witch
After the long night of unrest, the evacuating residents of Ceyren's Mill return back home. Joyful, they had it in their minds they were completely safe from any harm of the town from what had the transpired. The presence of both the Iron Guard and the Templars of the Eternal Order also heightened the false sense of security. The docks were busy. Two ships bearing the flag of a raven on a shield had returned along with two newer vessels, the flags of these having been painted over green to avoid whatever panic it would cause. Lawrence could be seen throwing an occasional utter of annoyance as he repairs his ship of scorch marks and battered forecastle deck with the aid of a familiar blue-hatted Admiral.
Whatever mantles, barricades, and a ballista that were placed were moved to the storage house, kept secure under a stationing iron guard. The templars find themselves swapping shifts, where some returned home before coming back again every few cycles. On some nights, a familiar ship known as the 'Sea Shadow' docks at night but sails off in the morning. All seemed well at Ceyren's Mill...
_________________ Rosary Doodlekins - Hin Candy Witch
A demonic voice boomed across Caraigh from Blackmoor Keep, causing fright in Ceyren's Mill. Rumors spread of a voice that insists 'weaklings' shall 'share the same fate' as to whoever may have incurred the wrath of whatever lingered inside the cursed castle. The local authorities and residents would be on high alert...
_________________ Rosary Doodlekins - Hin Candy Witch
The skies lit brightly on the 22nd Eleint, an unusual occurrence for such a grim island. Spectrums of yellow dust scattered across the winds from the cliffs of Cloudfen, bursting into pillars of light as they landed across Caraigh. The forest was brightly lit in Dormenwood and the local wildlife roamed freely from the Elderstones to the Coasts. However, the dark clouds continued to loom upon Blackmoor Keep and a purple fog had picked up momentarily. On that day, pained screams echoed from the cursed mortar of the Keep, audible from Ceyren's Mill. Whatever malign force that had resided in the Keep was provoked...
As the patrols increased, the local guards would advise adventurers against proceeding towards areas around Ceyren's Mill and Blackmoor Keep as the undead were riled up. News also spreads that the woods south of the ruined town, Aigheshed, was still haunted, but there were no other signs of danger there. Lesser demonic forces occasionally roam the once tainted ruins as if looking for something.
_________________ Rosary Doodlekins - Hin Candy Witch
Joined: 02 Jun 2015 Location: Georgia, United States.
Robert is seen outside the gate, staring at the Forest. He doesn't enter any parts of the Forest. He just stands on the outskirts, thinking. Eventually he'd return inside the gates with an anxious look. Any close ups one assume he had been crying.
Joined: 14 Dec 2009 Location: The Dark Side of the Moon
A member of the Caraigh Home Guard, well known locally as Crow, patrols the island coasts and interior, rather thoroughly. The Undead Hunter stops in Ceyren's Mill for a time, making himself available to his fellow residents, should any require assistance.
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