undead

Dozens upon dozens of ships floated upon the horizon, riding upon crashing tides and waves. Massive sails filled the sky as the fleet crept closer and closer, each bearing the same sigil on their flags. As flocks of dark shapes circled above the fleet, hundreds of figures and silhouettes could...

Edmund had made haste home, his bag filled to the brim with all of his notes and data that he required. His wife's parents had caught wind of his experiments and had sent for a group to silently snare him. He couldn't be stopped now however. Not when he was so close to his goal. He had met a...

https://chroniclesrp.net/threads/we-held-the-line.1282/ If you're looking for a thread to throw a new adventurer into then check this one out! I'm deliberately not being specific about the location. A breakaway cluster of undead are surging towards a small town. Those brave enough to stand...

Raigryn quill scratched away at the parchment. There was little noise to join the rhythm of his handwriting flowing across the page. There was almost no breeze to rattle the windows and the house was on the edge of the town, away from the bustle. The small town of Brillen-on-water spanned both...

Magnasandree stood above the large crater in the ice, within which hundreds of undead toiled and worked to excavate the walls. Within the very centre of the mining operation, there lay the prize. The corpse of a titanic creature, little more than bones, had lain undisturbed for possibly...

Magnasandree watched as the Eternum marched, their numbers only having grown as those that hadn't been caught within that nightmare realm had been given the chance to catch up with the main bulk of their forces. Corpses of all races groaned and rattled next to each other. Human, elf, dwarf...

Magnasandree looked out among the Eternum camp from the small hill they had claimed for themselves, as the leader of the movement. Their small building, constructed by a couple of reanimated geomancers out of the hardened earth of this continent, was still the largest and the fanciest. It was...

The freshly fallen snow crunched under his boots with the same satisfying sound that it always had. Draegan was still adjusting to the realities of his… condition? Existence? He wasn’t mentally adjusted yet. Sometimes he would absentmindedly be looking around for rations or digging holes in the...

His hand had pierced through errant earth to the sky above, but all Draegan could see was darkness. He was buried. That much he could tell from the way his body was locked down so utterly and entirely. His mind was a fog, memories all jumbled up. Well, he could sort that out later. The first...

The first to notice the Dread Captain's coming were the dead - their eternal rest disturbed, a greater calling beckoned them to serve a much stronger will, the will of Captain Méchanteau! They rose from their graves and ancestral burial places accompanied by all manner of vermin, they too...

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Dear, Literally anyone from Eternum, It is me Steve, The guy who left to get you more undead/mounts. So I haven't heard from you since I left... is everything going well? I would love if you could send me a letter back sometime telling me where we are going to be actually setting up the nation...

Maeve Blackwood Biographical information Birthplace The Grotto Born Died Age 297 Home Kiva's Fury Physical descr...

The earth shook lightly as the line of undead marched through the barren land, the sun shining down in contrast with the harsh wind that steadily grew colder and colder with each step. Eilasandree glanced behind her at the procession, past the red hair of her dozing partner, nodding in...

The lower mountain of The Spine was damp from recent rainfall, the sky still held some clouds, but the sky was now bright and blue with the sun drying the leafs at a rather quick rate. The woods that looked all the greener from the rain were full of bird song, many different melodies forming a...

Hey, I don't know who will be receiving this letter, but I hope it is finding you in good health/unhealth, I have some good news and some bad news. Normally I would ask if you wanted the good news or the bad news first, but since we are literally several nations apart, and as I don't feel like...

Tell me, brethren, are you tired of being hunted? Of being despised and hated for simply existing? For daring to go beyond what those doddering fools at the academy deem the limits of magic, and delving into the darkness of Necromancy? Well no more! Recently, an ancient banshee known as...

The group's flight through the woods had seemingly gone well. Albedo still pulled at the Miller, the undead man having nearly tripped a few times on roots and other debris that littered their path. She has talked very little for the rest of their journey, the occasional ghoul poking its head...