Ghuyo the ZealotGhuyo created on 24th of September 2018, and is currently 19 years old (49 hours played).
Title: the Zealot
Class: quasit shaman
- an ebon-imbued scroll - posted at 2018-09-25 01:30:16
- a tome of exploration notes - posted at 2018-09-25 02:51:31
- devotions to Zyleneir - posted at 2018-09-25 10:02:54
an ebon-imbued scroll "It is from the void that terrors conspire, for that is the incarnation
of their birth."
- Unknown Knight
We stood upon what could have been hellfire. Ablaze, as oppressive heat
fell around us like a coiling serpent. For but a moment, the unspoken and
raw fear was almost tangible amongst us. They were still in pursuit of us,
but stopped so they could slaughter a village. They'd killed many of us
already, yet they were not done.
Captain Theonas spoke out and said, 'Gather arms, we're going to meet them
in battle.' At that moment, several of the group muttered amongst
themselves. There was audible discontent, and many thought to leave. Was
this really a cause worth dying for? Time was a scarce resource, they
needed to decide soon.
From just over the cliffside, there was sounds of a skirmish. Our
pursuers did not offer time, nor quarter. Without effort, superior
fighters of the enemy were laying ruin to our force. Most were dead now,
but two of us escaped to the deeper overgrowth. There was no stopping
them, they were trained death-dealers and we but farmers in comparison.
They showed no mercy, took no captives, and left none breathing aside
The smell of death lingered in the air as the kobolds surrounded him.
Mocking yips and guttural snorts warm the air as they approached. From
inside his mind, he could hear a faint but assuring voice. "If you whisper
'avi, enok, sha-var' in mantra then your enemies will die." it said.
Seeing no other choice, the captain did so.
Abrupt, dark energy spun around the scene as archaic symbols form the void.
Winds shift violently inward as a dark portal swirled to life, humming a
dark symphony. Within seconds, barks of terror and bloodcurdling yelps
resound. An entity descended with no remorse, cleaving them apart one by
It dawned on the captain, then, his decision was foolish. Violent eyes
narrowed upon him from the depths and corrupted magic struck out. After a
deep breath is taken, he could feel the pierce embed deep into his side.
The small but terrible being had killed him, freeing the magical bond.
The 'shadeling', as many in Serin have begun calling it, was 'born' that
day. A powerful, cunning creature which seems to evolve as it grows older.
In recent times, it has become more wily and confrontational. As time
proceeds, so too does this creature carve a blood-stained path through it.
Grotesque and vile, a brimstone demonite lingers here in an awkward
hunch. Razor sharp teeth elongate from inside its vile mouth, an occasional
glance can discern a fiendish tongue within. Small but incredibly quick,
this creature appears sporadic and unpredictable in motion. A large
scorpion tail swirves around the backside of its body and sways, ready to
strike out. Both feet seem to dig into the ground when able, latching with
talons that embed deep. Bat-like wings, almost larger than its body, hang
loose unless reflexively directed. A library of black, archaic literature
sprawls across all visible parts of its body. Within the canvas of chaotic
red eyes, one might notice an almost instinctual hatred.