Groone
09-08-2000, 08:07 AM
A rotting stench drifts across the cobweb infested rafters settling to the ground in a choking cloud of rotting vapors. Before your eyes the vapor takes form; growing larger and larger into a bulking heap of decay. The bulk changes even further to reveal a creature of unknown origin. A a gutteral hiss is heard from the creature. You listen, too shocked to move for fear of its wrath. The gutteral noises take on words. At least you think they are words. "Ize Groone!" the figure roars with insane laughter. "Ize Mighty Groone!" the figure thumps a decaying hand to his chest. "Dems Undedder Lords iz kommen fer yoo. Myrkul es plenny godz peeppul an dems wunt yoor sool!" The creature laughs hysterically sending a cold shiver down your spine. "Remmemmer Groone cuz yoo well see Groone plenny big moor!"
You blink. The figure was no longer there. Was this a dream. Did you imagine what just happened? You look at the fllor and see a rolled tube. Sitting on the side of a nearby chair you grab the tube in your hand. Pulling at a blue gold lined cord you losen the knot holding the tube together. As you unroll the tube you get an odd feeling that your hands are not touching parchment. It feels leathery on your finger tips, almost like leather, but a bit smoother. Small hairs prick your finger as you carefully slide them across the thin leaflet. A sick feeling introduces itself to your stomache as you realize what you are holding - flesh. In disgust you try to put the item down but cannot, you see words and must read them. The words pierce your soul, they make your mind scream in horror. You shiver in fear as coldness rips at your heart. Your nose begins to bleed and drip on the message. "Prepare for the coming of the Undead Lords! Prepare for the coming of the Dread Knights! Prepare for the reign of the one true God! Prepare for Old Bone, god of the dead, lord of the underworld, Myrkul!"
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Greetings from the Undead Lords. I am Groone Benchwater, Lich Lord of the Undead Lords. We look forward to destroy....errr meeting you soon! The Undead Lords have been in existence for 7 years now. We are a large guild of almost 200+ members traversing several gaming worlds. We look forward to finding a world where we, the Undead Lords, can unite...conquer....and call home. We wait with great anticipation for the opening of this realm. Good Journies and may the Dread Hand of Myrkul have Mercy on your souls!
You blink. The figure was no longer there. Was this a dream. Did you imagine what just happened? You look at the fllor and see a rolled tube. Sitting on the side of a nearby chair you grab the tube in your hand. Pulling at a blue gold lined cord you losen the knot holding the tube together. As you unroll the tube you get an odd feeling that your hands are not touching parchment. It feels leathery on your finger tips, almost like leather, but a bit smoother. Small hairs prick your finger as you carefully slide them across the thin leaflet. A sick feeling introduces itself to your stomache as you realize what you are holding - flesh. In disgust you try to put the item down but cannot, you see words and must read them. The words pierce your soul, they make your mind scream in horror. You shiver in fear as coldness rips at your heart. Your nose begins to bleed and drip on the message. "Prepare for the coming of the Undead Lords! Prepare for the coming of the Dread Knights! Prepare for the reign of the one true God! Prepare for Old Bone, god of the dead, lord of the underworld, Myrkul!"
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Greetings from the Undead Lords. I am Groone Benchwater, Lich Lord of the Undead Lords. We look forward to destroy....errr meeting you soon! The Undead Lords have been in existence for 7 years now. We are a large guild of almost 200+ members traversing several gaming worlds. We look forward to finding a world where we, the Undead Lords, can unite...conquer....and call home. We wait with great anticipation for the opening of this realm. Good Journies and may the Dread Hand of Myrkul have Mercy on your souls!