T'zarna Khab
Character
Quiet fell over over a small prairie on the planet of Crucival, the only lights for miles were a small town far in the distance. To some it was a symbol of the idyllic life of a cosmic backwater, but many wished for more exotic faire. They didn't want to live their whole lives sitting in the same small town on a boring planet. Thankfully, there were those who promised more than what Crucival could offer.
They came in like thieves in the night, a shadowy group of men and women dressed for performance. They entertained the townsfolk with nightly shows deep into the wee hours of the morning, all under the guise of spreading their odd religion, The Way of One. It called for them to join in the dances, to come to one final show.
The Fallen order gathered the townsfolk in an encampment on the prairie, fires and lights cutting through the darkness as the sun vanished. They offered drinks from huge drums, drinks that they claimed would reveal truth. A cocktail of chems that would open the minds of even the most cynical skeptics. These psychedelics would be a trial, those who could survive their trip were good candidates for cultists. Those whose minds broke would be be used in other ways, meat for future wars.
The Fallen order seeks to entertain these masses, and to use the mass hallucinations as a cover for something darker. Ritual wrapped in celebration, a communion with the Dark Side of The Force. Some small contingent of the town will be used as fodder for this ritual.
The ritual is a complex affair taking place in two parts. The first involves a series of chants and preparations. Carving the necessary symbols into the ground, and then filling them with the necessary liquid biomass. Once the ritual site is prepped, the overseers of The Fallen Order will begin the ritual proper. They shall offer some of the newly enlightened mortals to spirits of The Nether.
In between the dances and bonfires, food and entertainment, there is a plan. A plan that will unfold once the first phase of the ritual is complete. Then the world of Crucival shall shake with the power of The Dark. Merriment will end, replaced by the horror of creation.
It is here, upon this backwater that the beginning of something horrible shall be wrought. A great binding that will shake the sector, and alter the fate of a world.
They came in like thieves in the night, a shadowy group of men and women dressed for performance. They entertained the townsfolk with nightly shows deep into the wee hours of the morning, all under the guise of spreading their odd religion, The Way of One. It called for them to join in the dances, to come to one final show.
The Fallen order gathered the townsfolk in an encampment on the prairie, fires and lights cutting through the darkness as the sun vanished. They offered drinks from huge drums, drinks that they claimed would reveal truth. A cocktail of chems that would open the minds of even the most cynical skeptics. These psychedelics would be a trial, those who could survive their trip were good candidates for cultists. Those whose minds broke would be be used in other ways, meat for future wars.
The Fallen order seeks to entertain these masses, and to use the mass hallucinations as a cover for something darker. Ritual wrapped in celebration, a communion with the Dark Side of The Force. Some small contingent of the town will be used as fodder for this ritual.
The ritual is a complex affair taking place in two parts. The first involves a series of chants and preparations. Carving the necessary symbols into the ground, and then filling them with the necessary liquid biomass. Once the ritual site is prepped, the overseers of The Fallen Order will begin the ritual proper. They shall offer some of the newly enlightened mortals to spirits of The Nether.
In between the dances and bonfires, food and entertainment, there is a plan. A plan that will unfold once the first phase of the ritual is complete. Then the world of Crucival shall shake with the power of The Dark. Merriment will end, replaced by the horror of creation.
It is here, upon this backwater that the beginning of something horrible shall be wrought. A great binding that will shake the sector, and alter the fate of a world.