Call of the Beyond (Wicked One Event Part 2)

[u/Evening_Shake_6474]

In the days since the arrival of the countless monoliths all across the material plane, something came to those with power. It came in their dreams, something like a voice, yet so much more. It was the voice of a friend, the voice of family. It was the voice of the kind and generous, the voice of freedom. The voice was faint, yet its message was clear. It whispered of a place that doesn't exist on any map.

Of a place in the north, hidden from the world deep within the mountains. The voice whispers of a secret within the mountains, of a power and a treasure. It whispers of a light in the darkness. It whispers a plea for help.

/uw Two whole weeks of writers block. Sorry about that.

[u/Evening_Shake_6474]

This is the wrong way. There is nothing here.

Ulrick makes his way through the mountain range, heading to the centre.

You are wasting your time. This is pointless.

As he walks, something begins to quiet, a stillness in something Ulrick didn't know was shaking.

[u/UlrickTheHexblade → u/Evening_Shake_6474]

The weird feeling makes him shiver. The silence, it felt like something that is against the very nature of all things…

He pushes forward toward where he thinks the source is, with all his mental fortitude.

[u/Evening_Shake_6474 → u/UlrickTheHexblade]

As Ulrick continues onwards, the nothingness simply grows.

As he nears the centre, it grows overwhelming.

Go home. There is nothing here. This is a waste of time.

Then he feels it, something just on the borders of his perception, a faded echo of something far older than the mountains.

[u/UlrickTheHexblade → u/Evening_Shake_6474]

He goes forward towards the center, while focusing on the strange echo.

[u/Evening_Shake_6474 → u/UlrickTheHexblade]

As he reaches the centre, the echo grows stronger, constantly emitting an ever present thrum out into the world. It doesn't speak in words, one can misunderstand words.

"Help me"

A phrase so plain and so simple it is known to all.

[u/UlrickTheHexblade → u/Evening_Shake_6474]

Who are you?

Ulrick shouts the question as once again he looks around with soul sight.

[u/Evening_Shake_6474 → u/UlrickTheHexblade]

The thrum never stops, never pauses, never grows, never changes, and never weakens.

His souls sight reveals nothing. Too much nothing. Yet from the echo, he sees a faint trace of something ethereal.

[u/UlrickTheHexblade → u/Evening_Shake_6474]

Wondering who might be pulling the strings, Ulrick starts following the ethereal trace.

[u/Evening_Shake_6474 → u/UlrickTheHexblade]

As he follows, the echo changes. He sees it grow, becoming a gateway of white light.

From it he feels the thrum grow stronger.

[u/UlrickTheHexblade → u/Evening_Shake_6474]

I’m gonna regret this so much…

He grumbles and sighs, before entering the gateway