Fantasy A shadow over Iscera |open|

[Queen Estara]

In Duneaeh it doesn't matter who you are. If you're born here you'll never leave later in life. And to the people who come from elsewhere will never find home. The ancient city of sand and stone had fallen into shambles. After a large scale vampire attack, cities will never be the same. There will always be a period of mass bloodshed. Where thousands died because of the gluttonous hideous vile undead wanted them to. Duneaheh has never recovered. One arid, bitter night everything is going to chance. A Dwarf sits in a bar in Duneaeh...

 

[Theflamre]

"Another ale" he shouted at the bartender from his stool, he sat covered in his half plate with his legs dangling from the side of the stool. He had been drinking rather aggressively since he had arrived since he had scored a large amount of gold at a deposit which he had found to contain gold. He smiled his cheeks growing a little red after his twenty-second ale, It wasn't like his own brew it was warm and comfortable to drink. Though a lot weaker than the strong moon shines he had brewed himself, the only problem is everyone else who drank from them asked him if they had just drunk some form of acid. He smiled at the memory of the supposed men who had choked and gagged on his fine brews, these humans would never understand what it meant to be a man not to a dwarfs standard at least.

 

[Queen Estara]

The bartender look at you, nods, and goes into a room at the back end of the bar behind the counter. The bitter cold to f the desert night creeps in through a window, but the alcohol keeps you warm. It was a strange night, a sense of what felt like magic was ever present around Duneaeh. It was unusual, every being living in Duneaeh felt it. The bartender returns with a tankard of ale. He walks to the table by you. "Here you go sir. Enjoy your drink. I'll put it on your tab." He walks back to the counter. This city was mostly ruins now, but in the surrounding desert is said to have once been a larger city, even larger than the current capital, but it sank into the ground after a worldwide advent. The arid desert climate takes a turn, and a red Misty haze rolls in from underneath the door, and in through the windows. This was very strange, and definitely not normal.

 

[Deadlzombie]

A man pushed through the tavern door in a rush, he wore a long cloak with his hood over his head and he seemed to be in a posture as if he was holding his side but the cloaked hide the answer whether that was true or not. As the man enters the cold uneasy wind blew in, it had a faint tint of red, and he pulled his hood down. He seemed to be a normal human, caucasian skin, brown hair, Although his eyes looked pale and alert. He got to the bartender and slammed down some coins. "I need something strong..fast.." He sits down a stool over from the dwarf and as he surveys the tavern he notices it's empty with the exception of a few men drinking by the fire, the dwarf, and the tavernkeeper.

 

[Theflamre]

A man pushed through the tavern door in a rush, he wore a long cloak with his hood over his head and he seemed to be in a posture as if he was holding his side but the cloaked hide the answer whether that was true or not. As the man enters the cold uneasy wind blew in, it had a faint tint of red, and he pulled his hood down. He seemed to be a normal human, caucasian skin, brown hair, Although his eyes looked pale and alert. He got to the bartender and slammed down some coins. "I need something strong..fast.." He sits down a stool over from the dwarf and as he surveys the tavern he notices it's empty with the exception of a few men drinking by the fire, the dwarf, and the tavernkeeper.

The dwarf finished his drink and put on the table rather calmly before bursting out laughing "THEN YOUVE COME TO THE WRONG PLACE," he shouted howling with laughter. Perhaps he was actually getting drunk, he had been drinking since this morning and it was almost evening now. Regardless he found his own comment hilarious and enjoyed the good laugh he was having.

 

[Deadlzombie]

The dwarf finished his drink and put on the table rather calmly before bursting out laughing "THEN YOUVE COME TO THE WRONG PLACE," he shouted howling with laughter. Perhaps he was actually getting drunk, he had been drinking since this morning and it was almost evening now. Regardless he found his own comment hilarious and enjoyed the good laugh he was having.

The man kept looking around as if something spooked him but his face looked as calm as ever. The bartender set down a bottle of some kind of light blue liquor with the name "White Wolf" printed on it. The man didn't take the shot glass and started to down the bottle, his face winced up as he drank. He was obviously not a man who would drink normally. He set the bottle down, held a upchuck, then looked at the dwarf. "Somethings not right. I can feel it." Then, even tho his body looked to try to stop him, he started to down the bottle once again. When he set it down he noticed he had only drunk but a tenth of it.

 

[Theflamre]

The man kept looking around as if something spooked him but his face looked as calm as ever. The bartender set down a bottle of some kind of light blue liquor with the name "White Wolf" printed on it. The man didn't take the shot glass and started to down the bottle, his face winced up as he drank. He was obviously not a man who would drink normally. He set the bottle down, held a upchuck, then looked at the dwarf. "Somethings not right. I can feel it." Then, even tho his body looked to try to stop him, he started to down the bottle once again. When he set it down he noticed he had only drunk but a tenth of it.

He looked over at the man "perhaps... if you're just gonna do that we could share the bottle?" he saw the man as an opportunity for a free bit of drink and he had been eyeing that bottle for a little bit. "also if you feel something "not right" perhaps a lot that isn't the right thing to ingest" his speech rang clear meaning he wasn't actually drunk he just had a poor sense of humor. Either way, he was trying to get some of that drink for free and he felt that he wasn't being manipulative just carefully worded

 

[Deadlzombie]

He looked over at the man "perhaps... if you're just gonna do that we could share the bottle?" he saw the man as an opportunity for a free bit of drink and he had been eyeing that bottle for a little bit. "also if you feel something "not right" perhaps a lot that isn't the right thing to ingest" He's word rang clear meaning he wasn't actually drunk he just had a poor sense of humor. Either way, he was trying to get some of that drink for free and he felt that he wasn't being manipulative just carefully worded

The man eyed the dwarf but then realized he probably won't even drink a third of it. He was still wary tho. "First answer this question. Whats your name? I can't drink with a stranger."

 

[Theflamre]

The man eyed the dwarf but then realized he probably won't even drink a third of it. He was still wary tho. "First answer this question. Whats your name? I can't drink with a stranger."

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The man eyed the dwarf but then realized he probably won't even drink a third of it. He was still wary tho. "First answer this question. Whats your name? I can't drink with a stranger."

"I am known as Dathomer Battlehammer," He said pushing out his hand in greeting, the dwarf was friendly and open minded. By dwarf standards, meaning he would talk to people positively without knowing them, it was a big taboo in dwarven culture to talk to someone with positivity without first knowing them for many years. It was also a taboo that he hadn't insulted him many times for not being able to drink, but he wanted some of that and he felt telling him he was a weakling wouldn't help his chances.

 

[Deadlzombie]

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"I am known as Dathomer Battlehammer," He said pushing out his hand in greeting, the dwarf was friendly and open minded. By dwarf standards, meaning he would talk to people positively without knowing them, it was a big taboo in dwarven culture to talk to someone with positivity without first knowing them for many years. It was also a taboo that he hadn't insulted him many times for not being able to drink, but he wanted some of that and he felt telling him he was a weakling wouldn't help his chances.

"Nice to meet you Dathomer, I am Averick." He handed the dwarf the bottle. He didn't mind the dwarf at-least. He has always been a good judge of character. The dwarf reached for the bottle and lifted it to his lips when all of the sudden a THUD echoed through the tavern. The man turned quickly towards the door of the tavern and saw it shut, it became clear of the red now seeping inside. Everything was quiet in the tavern..it seemed as time was frozen for a second..until
THUD
THUD
THUD
The door shook with each bang, each rasp the same as the others. Sweat poured down the mans face as he clenched his side and he knew that what ever was behind that door wanted in ever so badly, and for whatever the reason it can not be for a merry reason..

 

[Theflamre]

"Nice to meet you Dathomer, I am Averick." He handed the dwarf the bottle. He didn't mind the dwarf at-least. He has always been a good judge of character. The dwarf reached for the bottle and lifted it to his lips when all of the sudden a THUD echoed through the tavern. The man turned quickly towards the door of the tavern and saw it shut, it became clear of the red now seeping inside. Everything was quiet in the tavern..it seemed as time was frozen for a second..until
THUD
THUD
THUD
The door shook with each bang, each rasp the same as the others. Sweat poured down the mans face as he clenched his side and he knew that what ever was behind that door wanted in ever so badly, and for whatever the reason it can not be for a merry reason..

(sorry this took so long)
He stared at the door for a good few seconds before taking a good swig from the bottle sliding down from his stool. He slapped the bottle down on the table and began the slow almost stalking walk towards the door. He drew his weapon from his leather belt, the small loop the old steel war axe hung from letting out a barely audible scratching sound as it tried to hold tight to the weapon. He finally reached the large wooden door its old steel hinges not enjoying the beating as the creaked lightly in protest of the force. "Who is it," the dwarf said in a badly faked feminine voice, it was a few pitches too high even for a woman and earned him a disappointed stare from the bar tender. He shrugged and listened for a response his weapon raised in preparation for an attack

 

[Queen Estara]

Theflamre Deadlzombie

The slamming door finally creaked open, and you both see a tall balding man with sunken in eyes. He looks uneasy and nervous. He comes in and looks at everyone. "Go to your homes or wherever you're staying everyone, there's an unknown magic storm heading this way." He moves and you see a violent swirling vortex of blood red wind, with lighting striking out of it at unknown intervals, the sky around is also host a red hue but you can see stars and the cosmos as if you were in space. It looks like an unnatural perversion of magical forces not to be trifled with. Magic forces of this magnitude are practically unheard of. It was a mysterious, wonderous, and terrifying spectacle to bare witness to.

 

[Deadlzombie]

The man slowly walked towards the bald man, he stopped but 10 feet from him.Separating them was the dwarf but it was tense. The man winced a bit but drew an arm out and pointed it at the man. "You..you aren't human." Something about the way the man felt was wrong, the aura around him was off and his eyes..they almost seemed dead. The man looked at the dwarf. "What man knocks at a tavern in the middle of a magical storm"
His index finger was outstretched and pointed at the bald man, a purple spark came from his finger tip and the man seemed a lot more darkening "Leave this tavern, I don't know what you are but you are not welcomed" Once the man said that he realized that technically the bartender decides this but he didn't care. This man was wrong.

 

[Queen Estara]

His face twists and contorts in inhuman and horrible ways. His voice is distorted "Good eye boy." His head separated into many tentacles. His face is now more akin to a tentacled mix of mantis, toad, and fish. He screams in agony and insanity as his tentacles whip wildly around the tavern faster than the eye can track. Instantly killing several people. A presence, a shadow. Whatever you may call it, upon this day everything would change. A thunderous noise resonates throughout the realm, and like the hands of god were involved the sky is ripped open and heavy red haze pours out. Gargantuan amorphous tentacles too large to see the owner wisp across the crimson sky. A smell of vomit and totting flesh fills your nasal cavities with a fetid putrid odor.

 

[Theflamre]

His face twists and contorts in inhuman and horrible ways. His voice is distorted "Good eye boy." His head separated into many tentacles. His face is now more akin to a tentacled mix of mantis, toad, and fish. He screams in agony and insanity as his tentacles whip wildly around the tavern faster than the eye can track. Instantly killing several people. A presence, a shadow. Whatever you may call it, upon this day everything would change. A thunderous noise resonates throughout the realm, and like the hands of god were involved the sky is ripped open and heavy red haze pours out. Gargantuan amorphous tentacles too large to see the owner wisp across the crimson sky. A smell of vomit and totting flesh fills your nasal cavities with a fetid putrid odor.

"Duck in cover!!" the dwarf screamed lighting a stick of dynamite and flipping a table to hide behind. He didn't know what the hell that was or why it was here all he knew was it didn't need to exist in his world anymore. He chunked it over the table not wanting to risk sticking his head up, seeing as it had just killed serval people with a flick of its tentacles. He hoped the explosive would be enough to down it if not he had more and if that failed the dwarven hand cannon that sat upon his belt. What ever he had to do he felt rushing it with an ax was a bad idea.

 

[Deadlzombie]

The man's eyes went wide as he turned and tackled the bartender behind the bar. A massive explosion shook the building and his ears started to ring. He slowly peeked his head over the table, even as the world around him was slightly spinning he looked up to see the tentacle man standing up. He had half his face covered in a purple mesh that was once his ride side of his face. He screamed loudly and the man stood up and extended his finger and shoot a rod of purple lighting towards the creature. It struck it in the chest and it flew out of the destroyed entry way, it landed outside in screeched and stopped moving, the hole in its chest was gaping. The man turned towards the dwarf then back at the bartender. The men at the table long dead.
"We have to get out of town..now"

 

[Queen Estara]

Theflamre Deadlzombie

The destruction of this city was beginning. The roof of the tavern is ripped off by behemoth tentacled mixes of mantis and pig. They pick puny humans and nonhumans alike and drop them into their horrible gaping maw and they hopelessly, greasily slide down their gullet. Various undead of all kinds mercilessly slaughter men, women, and children alike. The city's structure and architecture changes and reshapes before your eyes. The world as you knew it is no longer. A horrible mixture of grunting and laughter haunts you. It chills you. An oppressive sense of primal and instinctual fear looms over your heads. Angles that should be concave are convex and vice versa. The geometry of this place is not right. And angles are not behaving as they should. They shift and move before your very eyes. You're baring witness to a new world. This city. This ancient city with history dating back to when the first humans and nonhumans appeared. All wiped in seconds. The history is gone. This siege was completely unexpected and out of nowhere. What was going on? Why did the sky literally tear open? Why are heavens visible? The stars, the cosmos, the infinitely wonderful nebulous heavens. Tentacles wrapping around the outstretched expanse splayed before you. How could something like this be allowed to happen? Maybe it was a bad dream. In fact it is. But this time, it's a waking nightmare.

 

[Deadlzombie]

As the beast ripped open the tavern the three men stood mouths agape and pale as snow. The creatures swarming the city, the sound of slaughters and screeching, even the stench was something of undead horrors. But the Sorcerer snapped and grabbed the dwarf and bar keeps collars and lurched them out of the tavern, following behind they all started to book it. Just as they left the building the giant monster crushed the building and turned to the next. The men stopped in an open street that was swarming with undead and monsters hunting down humans running in terror. The dwarf bolted in one direction and the other two followed behind. They fought their way through the streets, the dwarf slicing up undead, the sorcerer firing arcane bolts at monsters, the bar keeps helping people as they go by. But it was too much. The city was already lost, the rip in the sky was starting to tear farther open as hands as big as the sky started to rip it open, massive tentacles made there way through as a horrific monster appeared in the rip, its face and dozen eyes peered down on the town that was half aflame and being slaughtered and captured like cattle. The sorcerer gave up hope but then saw a sewer top and yanked it open "In here!" He shouted to the two other men. They all jumped into the sewers, covering the top as they went down. When they were in there it seemed oddly quiet, besides the shaking and thundering of the giants above them moving around. The distant sounds of screams came from above as the men stood in the dark sewers listening to the catastrophes happening above. He was about to sigh in relief, but he snapped his fingers to make a light. Once the flame lit the area in front of them was lighted., revealing a ton of ghouls devouring corpses on the ground. All of their heads looked at the men.
"Fuck"
The ghouls pitched screams and bolted towards the men.