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Edited by Speaker: 6/18/2020 1:45:32 PM
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The Dark Horizon (story/RP)

On an island just off the Southern tip of the land of Offtopic, The Vault manifested; a titanic pyramid of flat black metal. The corruption of the Deep surrounded it, spreading out into the land like wicked roots of devil’s snare. Taking… twisting, and poisoning the land with ichorous venom, a living sputum of purest decay. Rising from the oily pools the Speaker simmered as he watched the horizon, distant glimmering lights of the cities and communities of the land, how many times had he destroyed them; only to see them rebuilt defiantly. He grinned as the thought occurred; if they never rebuilt, what would he have to destroy? He felt the roiling hunger of the Deep, and it’s desires and intentions filled his mind. ‘Soon my love… there is so much more to devour now… patience.’ The patience of the Deep was a comical concept, and now it depended on him to remain on this plane of existence, the last Queen would soon be dead, thanks to the foolhardy mi’qote. And once that happened, the Deep would turn to him once more. Countless hours of study and research into the nature of the Deep had revealed what Speaker had suspected, The black material of the deep was composed of a hive-intelligence, a race of nanoscopic lifeforms, linked by the dark bonds that connected them. They were the form of “life” that evolved in and from Dark matter; literally the spawn of darkness… and they were legion… Now he controlled their terrifying forms and their ravenous hunger; the keys to it’s power we’re finally in his hands, raising one hand to the sky the Speaker, reached out with his new compound minds-eye, the corruption began to boil and steam beneath his feet like a fetid swamp, rising into the heavens rapidly and forming blackened clouds that crackled with dark lightning. The strikes danced upon the tip of the great vault, as the Speaker sighed in ecstasy. He looked to the distant city and gestured a slow offering hand towards it. ‘Are you hungry my love?’ he thought with teasing levity As if guided by the devil himself, the winds picked up and formed an ominous stormfront of black; blotting out the sun and rushing towards the city, The people of offtopic who noticed the clouds approaching disregarded it at first. And then the rain began… [spoiler]This is leading up to a new Raid adventure, but don't tell anyone[/spoiler]

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