The atmosphere to this new plane of existence had an ominous tinge to it and Arcinax was not a fan of it. How the skies were gloomy and discolored with streaks of lightning crawling across. This new place, even this supposed center of "The Vigil" was victim to the taint spread throughout the realm. Sharp teeth grit together as Arcinax holstered his power sword on his back. Dozens of stares made him uneasy as he realized he was a Xeno to this place, an outsider. Most didn't know what to think of the heavily armored soldier or the variety of ribbons and decorations he possessed. Amidst a number of strangers, the space marine was unsure on whether to be wary or comfortable. More guards stockpiled up around him, more so to give Arcinax a once-over rather than attempt to corner him. At the moment they didn't regard him as a threat. Questions likely compiled on both sides, but most of Arcinax's were related to how he got to this place in particular. Where was that creature? Where did it go? How far away was he from his men? Could the Inquisition track him to this location? Where was Kitja? Was he alone?
Everything in Arcinax's mind faded behind a realization of something, a presence, a familiar presence. Though he was new to this land the sensation was unmistakable as he averted his gaze straight in the direction of Moonshade Highlands. Sanctum's guards must have noticed, for they too looked in the same direction. Arcinax's eyes squinted as he spoke, "This realm is plagued by Chaos.." muttered lowly. He raised a large hand and pointed directly at the fortress which could be seen from the last bastion of holiness he arrived in. "And that is its source. Who is responsible for this?" When Arcinax turned after his question he observed the grim expressions of the people around him. A sense of hopelessness marked their countenances, assuredly well aware of who or what he was asking of. What exactly had Arcinax been forcefully inserted into?
While the presence of Chaos was familiar, the effect it had on the land was not the same. The whispers from it were quiet and distant which meant that more than likely the conduit was closed for the time being. Arcinax looked at one of the guard's expectantly with a fierce gaze that demanded answers. Silence was what he received at first, as if the mentioning of such a thing was taboo. Rough in nature with little regard for personal boundaries, Arcinax wrenched one of the guards up by their collar and pointed in the direction of Moonshade once again. This time he bared his teeth while he spoke, sharp canines in view and still spattered with blood from the soldier's run-in with the Vaalen.
"Speak!" He commanded.
"Leon Mannus. He is a necromancer- and responsible for everything deathly and chaotic that is currently consuming Telara as we know it. He used to be an Archemage for the Inquisition here but went turncoat shortly after he met a worshipper of ancient gods." Panic stricken, the guard's face had lost all of its color as they haplessly stared into Arcinax's eyes. Shortly afterward the guard was dropped onto the ground in a heap, a scrutinizing gaze cast back at Moonshade.
"Your realm and another are becoming tethered dangerously close. I can sense the link, the conduit, the bridge that is developing between them little by little." Step by step Arcinax made his way to the outskirts of the city which was tucked away on a mountainous island of its own, a bridge the only means of entry from the mainland. Was his vision impaired? No. It was real. Within close proximity of this capital nature was lively, grass lush and trees blooming. The line where that stopped was distinct, dead and rotten. Carcasses of animals laid dotted everywhere, nothing but bloody bone and hovered over by fogs of flies. Trees had lost their green, white and cracked in appearance as if hollowed out. Ponds of water were dark and contaminated, toxic with their new contents. As Arcinax stepped out from the confines of the city a resident shouted in worry and dismay from behind him.
"Don't go out there! It's not safe! The land is riddled with dead that walk again! There's no telling how long you'll last, if even an hour!" The care seemed sincere but Arcinax did not heed their words. Fear did not waver him, treated as if not even present. To Silverwood he approached, the nearest section of land to Sanctum.
In the midst of it Silverwood truly looked like a land fighting desperately for prosperity, to live. Patches of clean were here and there, surrounded by the taint of death which loomed closer and closer. The patter of hooves and paws could be heard as what still lived did its best to survive. A metal sabaton made its first step from cobbled stone to deadened grass just as a living deer ran by, spattered with crimson on its side that ran all the way down to its legs. In pursuit was a pack of undead wolves, mostly bone with scraps of flesh and fur still attached to the dying vessel. The wolves' sockets were empty, save for deathly orbs of green that resided in place of eyes. What Arcinax was witnessing was the circle of life coming to a grinding halt and consuming itself, feverishly held on the brink of collapse. Ignored by the predatory canines, Arcinax strode deeper into the heart of Silverwood.
Trees creaked and groaned as Arcinax walked by them. A land enchanted had gone in the opposite direction, now sullied by evil and malignancy. Though dead, it had not succumbed to wasteland. Instead trees remained everywhere, brush drooped but still present. In the face of a large tree the soldier paused to look up at the spectacle. Everything appeared to be withered and dead, but alive in a different fashion. More creaks and groans ensued, louder in tone and more defined as the forest moved before him. Earth shifted as a trunk and roots forcibly sifted upward through the desolate soil. Branches twitched and cracked as the massive tree in front of Arcinax uprooted itself and turned to face him while standing on two legs. Deadened leaves fell to the ground around it, bleached bark occasionally shattering into splinters before dusting the proximity. At least sixty feet in height the dread Ent stood, a marred wooden face locked onto the soldier, no words spoken.
"I see.." an armored gauntlet lifted Arcinax's power sword off of his back and brought it in a ring around him. "Chaos has afflicted you." Both hands clasped around the hilt and he assumed an aggressive posture.
"I will free you from the chains that bind you. I will grant you salvation."
Everything in Arcinax's mind faded behind a realization of something, a presence, a familiar presence. Though he was new to this land the sensation was unmistakable as he averted his gaze straight in the direction of Moonshade Highlands. Sanctum's guards must have noticed, for they too looked in the same direction. Arcinax's eyes squinted as he spoke, "This realm is plagued by Chaos.." muttered lowly. He raised a large hand and pointed directly at the fortress which could be seen from the last bastion of holiness he arrived in. "And that is its source. Who is responsible for this?" When Arcinax turned after his question he observed the grim expressions of the people around him. A sense of hopelessness marked their countenances, assuredly well aware of who or what he was asking of. What exactly had Arcinax been forcefully inserted into?
While the presence of Chaos was familiar, the effect it had on the land was not the same. The whispers from it were quiet and distant which meant that more than likely the conduit was closed for the time being. Arcinax looked at one of the guard's expectantly with a fierce gaze that demanded answers. Silence was what he received at first, as if the mentioning of such a thing was taboo. Rough in nature with little regard for personal boundaries, Arcinax wrenched one of the guards up by their collar and pointed in the direction of Moonshade once again. This time he bared his teeth while he spoke, sharp canines in view and still spattered with blood from the soldier's run-in with the Vaalen.
"Speak!" He commanded.
"Leon Mannus. He is a necromancer- and responsible for everything deathly and chaotic that is currently consuming Telara as we know it. He used to be an Archemage for the Inquisition here but went turncoat shortly after he met a worshipper of ancient gods." Panic stricken, the guard's face had lost all of its color as they haplessly stared into Arcinax's eyes. Shortly afterward the guard was dropped onto the ground in a heap, a scrutinizing gaze cast back at Moonshade.
"Your realm and another are becoming tethered dangerously close. I can sense the link, the conduit, the bridge that is developing between them little by little." Step by step Arcinax made his way to the outskirts of the city which was tucked away on a mountainous island of its own, a bridge the only means of entry from the mainland. Was his vision impaired? No. It was real. Within close proximity of this capital nature was lively, grass lush and trees blooming. The line where that stopped was distinct, dead and rotten. Carcasses of animals laid dotted everywhere, nothing but bloody bone and hovered over by fogs of flies. Trees had lost their green, white and cracked in appearance as if hollowed out. Ponds of water were dark and contaminated, toxic with their new contents. As Arcinax stepped out from the confines of the city a resident shouted in worry and dismay from behind him.
"Don't go out there! It's not safe! The land is riddled with dead that walk again! There's no telling how long you'll last, if even an hour!" The care seemed sincere but Arcinax did not heed their words. Fear did not waver him, treated as if not even present. To Silverwood he approached, the nearest section of land to Sanctum.
In the midst of it Silverwood truly looked like a land fighting desperately for prosperity, to live. Patches of clean were here and there, surrounded by the taint of death which loomed closer and closer. The patter of hooves and paws could be heard as what still lived did its best to survive. A metal sabaton made its first step from cobbled stone to deadened grass just as a living deer ran by, spattered with crimson on its side that ran all the way down to its legs. In pursuit was a pack of undead wolves, mostly bone with scraps of flesh and fur still attached to the dying vessel. The wolves' sockets were empty, save for deathly orbs of green that resided in place of eyes. What Arcinax was witnessing was the circle of life coming to a grinding halt and consuming itself, feverishly held on the brink of collapse. Ignored by the predatory canines, Arcinax strode deeper into the heart of Silverwood.
Trees creaked and groaned as Arcinax walked by them. A land enchanted had gone in the opposite direction, now sullied by evil and malignancy. Though dead, it had not succumbed to wasteland. Instead trees remained everywhere, brush drooped but still present. In the face of a large tree the soldier paused to look up at the spectacle. Everything appeared to be withered and dead, but alive in a different fashion. More creaks and groans ensued, louder in tone and more defined as the forest moved before him. Earth shifted as a trunk and roots forcibly sifted upward through the desolate soil. Branches twitched and cracked as the massive tree in front of Arcinax uprooted itself and turned to face him while standing on two legs. Deadened leaves fell to the ground around it, bleached bark occasionally shattering into splinters before dusting the proximity. At least sixty feet in height the dread Ent stood, a marred wooden face locked onto the soldier, no words spoken.
"I see.." an armored gauntlet lifted Arcinax's power sword off of his back and brought it in a ring around him. "Chaos has afflicted you." Both hands clasped around the hilt and he assumed an aggressive posture.
"I will free you from the chains that bind you. I will grant you salvation."
Forever?
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
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