Mini-Plot: From the Depths-Untold Horrors
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Story
In the small cottage deep in the southern reaches of D'hennex voices from the smoke spoke to a simple man. He raised his ax and laid trees down, but drums, and crying would always echo in his mind. The continuous thump against the wood always helped before, but in his every waking hour the sounds were getting louder in his mind. It was this place this accursed land of the reach where he thought he would be safe to live, but something was still there in the land waiting, and it found a host to tell its tales.
Thousands of dead blood soaked stories saturated the earth. Why any man would find home here in the reaches would be a fair question, but here he was mostly alone with himself. The pain the earth witnessed in this land created something unnatural perhaps alien, or maybe what was below had always been here. From a time when the Earth formed positive energy went into creation of all the life that flourished but there had to be a trade off somewhere a place where for all the negative energy to live.
Grasping his head the lonely man fell down prostrating himself in the cottage he built as the fire burned in the hearth, but there would be no warmth, or comfort for him. Thousands of spectral hands reached out clawing, and grabbing the man from the floor beneath. Skeletal fingers, decaying flesh tearing away the flesh of the man as his eyes could only see darkness, and blood as the toxic visions filled his body. The cries of hatred for the living filled the mans mind as his soul was burning from the ancient force flaying him.
Tentacled forms, and fleshy horrors filled the cottage and gave the only comfort the man could have now. The creatures with dead flesh, and long tendrils chanted in a tongue humanity had never witnessed, but the negative force in the earth had created since its inception at the time of creation. A spiral of blackness filled the mans eyes as the earth spewed out its negative birthing in the human the reverse creation of life. He stood up from the floor of his cottage with blackened, torn flesh, blood pustules oozing putrid disease covering his body in a glistening film of rot.
The cottage warped with the presence of the negative inside the man. The creatures manifested in physical form around him as the ancient horror found its vessel on Earth. As he walked out of the cottage the ground twisted around him and the blood rose to the surface boiling the ground everywhere as hatred fueled the dead. Abominations of decayed flesh climbed from the ground in legions as the man now vessel became a beacon to bring nightmare into reality.
