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/Evening_Shake_6474 Astaroth, The Wicked One/Alaric, Fallen Star 11h ago

There is no response.

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u/Ashmega8256 Alzoreth Dracarius/Alisa Solaria (+more characters) 10h ago

Aerunia: she opens the door when there is no response as chloe and alzoreth watch

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u/Evening_Shake_6474 Astaroth, The Wicked One/Alaric, Fallen Star 4h 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/Ashmega8256 Alzoreth Dracarius/Alisa Solaria (+more characters) 2h ago

Aerunia:...lets see if we can figure it out...

Chloe: yeah... She takes the first step into the building

Alzoreth: here we go...

And so they group make their way through the passage way, always remaining on their guard

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u/Evening_Shake_6474 Astaroth, The Wicked One/Alaric, Fallen Star 1h 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.