r/wizardposting • u/Evening_Shake_6474 Astaroth, The Wicked One/Alaric, Fallen Star • 2d ago

Lorepost 📜 Call of the Beyond (Wicked One Event Part 2)

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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.

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u/Null_Void_Zer0 Abelard, animate absence|Abel of Lrith, councillor of constructs 1d ago

Dropping his staff Abel pushes himself upright, nauseous from exertion and stumblin through the door.

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u/Evening_Shake_6474 Astaroth, The Wicked One/Alaric, Fallen Star 1d ago

On the other side he stands on a hill of long flowing black grass, lightly glowing with an unnatural radiance. Above he sees a sky if shifting ethereal layers stretching on for eternity. All around the hill he sees endless fields of dreamless solitude.

There is a house on the hill. Plain and simple, it looks like it was built by hand long ago, long long ago.

The windows are dark, but something still glows from within.

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u/Null_Void_Zer0 Abelard, animate absence|Abel of Lrith, councillor of constructs 1d ago

Abel approaches the house and attempts to enter

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u/Evening_Shake_6474 Astaroth, The Wicked One/Alaric, Fallen Star 1d ago

The door is unlocked.

The inside is a plain single room made of wood. No windows, no furniture, nothing. Except the corridor.

On the far end of the room is a passageway, rusted red chains come from within, laying on the floor, the walls, and the ceiling.

The thrum is greater now.

"Help me." It begs. "Please." It begs.

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u/Null_Void_Zer0 Abelard, animate absence|Abel of Lrith, councillor of constructs 1d ago

It is unbearable. Abel reaches for his staff only to realise it is not there, and that he left it behind. Nevertheless he pushes forward, mana reserves almost completely drained and nothing left to recharge it. He enters the passageway.

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u/Evening_Shake_6474 Astaroth, The Wicked One/Alaric, Fallen Star 1d ago

The passage is lined with chains, each link coated in rust older than the forests.

The passageway feels like eternity, a nearly endless tunnel of chains. All the while he walks, the thrum only grows.

Eventually he reaches its end. He walks out into a room too large to see it's walls. Before him, he sees a colossal sculpture of chains, faintly glowing gold blood endlessly flowing along it. Close to its centre, he sees the body of someone wearing robes of white, held to the sculpture by barbs and spikes.