Kreyadis Nightwing
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… Surrounded by barren dunes in a sea of sands, the winds whisper of heinous visions of the past…
… Two came from the North, Northwest, West, Southwest, Southeast, East, and Northeast…
… Seven elves trailed seven… Creatures… Their hulking masses hidden beneath thick, cowled robes… Even in the unbearable heat of the sun, their cloaks seemed to be for that of extreme cold…
So heavily covered were they that they seemed walking mummies, their bodies shielded from the Light… Their auras drew out the shadows of the dunes… The sands whispered…
… Doom…
… Doom…
… Doom…
… Forlorn were they, the seven cloaked heathens… Usurpers of the Holy… Usurpers of the Light… Seven decrepit creatures… Seven servants of The Three, returning to the place of origin… To be reborn… To be consumed… O Fortuna… Fickle art thou… To allow the rise… So too, the fall… Callous cruelty a pleasure of the scales… Some say the scales are indifferent… This is not always the case… In the case of ones such as these… The scales are ever present in their weighing… They balance every detail… In the minds of the weight… This they know… The weight of their transgressions… A blight atop the face of Arethil… The shadows whisper…
… Doom…
… Kha’Zul came from the North…
… Thok’Tul came from the North West…
… Zera’Shuul came from the West…
… Magna’Tu came from the Southwest…
… Baal’Rah came from the Southeast…
… Maw’Gah came from the East…
… Kre’Ya’Dis came from the North East…
Seven were they… Seven were they not… For the souls of the Pit followed too… The Pit of the Earth opening to consume their very masses… For their souls they had already given away…
Deep in the recesses of the desert, they found the opening… To the Pit of the Earth…
The Seven Descended into their Final Resting Place… Each One to be Consumed Eventually… Rejuvenating the Cycle… Hissut’s Sleeping Heart the Drums of the Ritual…
“Let us begin this ceremony… In Honor of The Three...”
Kha’Zul spoke.
“… In Honor of The Three...”
Answered the Six.
“Let us remember our past brethren, now fallen.”
Kha’Zul spoke.
“Our Brethren Will Live On In Memory.”
Answered the Six.
“Let us mourn for those who stand here now, Fated to Die.”
Kha’Zul spoke.
“The Three wills it so,”
“The Three wills it so,”
“The Three wills it so.”
Answered the Six.
“Step forth with the offerings.
The First in Accordance to Time, Choose.”
Kre’Ya’Dis stepped forward.
“I choose Baal’Rah.”
“Offer Your Champions.”
Kha’Zul spoke.
The Champion of the Northeast entered the Arena.
The Champion of the Southeast entered the Arena.
The Champion of the Southeast was slain.
“Baal’Rah, With Me You Will Die.”
“With You I Will Die.”
“The First in Opposition to Time, Choose.”
Thok’Tul stepped forward.
“I choose Magna’Tu.”
“Offer Your Champions.”
Kha’Zul spoke.
The Champion of the Northwest entered the Arena.
The Champion of the Southwest entered the Arena.
The Champion of the Northwest was slain.
“Thok’Tul, With Me You Will Die.”
“With You I will Die.”
“The Final Pair, Decide Your Fate.”
The Champion of the East entered the Arena.
The Champion of the West entered the Arena.
The Champion of the East was slain.
“Maw’Gah, With Me You Will Die.”
“With You I will Die.”
Kha’Zul stepped atop the sacrifices.
“Champion of the North.
Your Star will take its place in the South.
Your dagger will pierce my heart.
Of no ill will, will you be born unto.
Allow your brethren to seek your Doom
And Rise Above the next Ritual’s Fall.
Now allow me sanctity,
Champions,
In the sanctuary of your minds.”
The Champion of the North claimed Kha’Zul.
Kha’Zul was slain.
“Let us not forget the North,
As we did not forget the South,
Who stood before.”
Said the Six remaining Masters.
The Three destined to follow Kha’Zul stepped forward.
The Champion of the Northeast claimed Baal’Rah.
The Champion of the Southwest claimed Thok’Tul.
The Champion of the West claimed Maw’Gah.
The Three surviving Masters drank of the blood of the slain Champions.
They were nourished, their original forms returning.
The Four Champions drank of the blood of their claimed Masters.
They threw off the shackles of the Six.
Their bodies contorted.
Their bodies grew.
Their bodies wretched.
Their bodies became hollowed shells.
Out of the jaws of the Deep, from the Pit of the Earth
They climbed from the jaws of their former selves.
They stretched their new appendixes,
Their gargoyle wings.
Their eyes bulged from their heads.
Their screams pierced The Veil of Maya, The Veil of Reality.
“Let us commemorate the Chosen Four.
Our bond linked by blood in the belly of Hissut.
Bel-Ayya gifting us our Magick to spread Hissut’s malignance.
Tabin-Ur upholding this bargain of perpetual sacrifice.
May They Fall When Next We Meet,
In The Belly, In The Deep,
Withdrawal The Sign That They Be Weak,
In The Belly, In The Deep.
Hail The Three
Hail The Three
Hail The Three
We Give Thanks Unto Thee
Bestowing Upon The Earth
What The Six Do Not Dare
The Risen Above Seven
Into Immortal Affairs.
Hail The Three
Who Has Fought For The Might
The Will Of The Fight
Born Inside.
Curse The Fourth
We Hope Your Misdoing
A Blight On The Order
Until The Next Proving.
Now We Speak The Ancient Rite,
Before We Fly Into The Moonlit Night."
"O Fortuna
velut luna
statu variabilis,
semper crescis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.
Sors immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis,
obumbrata
et velata
michi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.
Sors salutis
et virtutis
michi nunc contraria,
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
sine mora
corde pulsum tangite;
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!"
"It Is Done.”
Out of the Tomb, Seven left.
The two moons now lit the way as they climbed to the clouds,
Letting out piercing shrieks to signify to the Six,
Of their rebirth.