Post by Orcus on his Throne on Apr 4, 2018 21:25:16 GMT
Darkness blanketed the region near Lake Serene. It was eerily silent here, with little in the way of natural sounds. The buzz of insects and the croaking of frogs served as the only noises to fill the void of the night. But soon, even they would fall into silence.
A low whistle filled the area, before a sudden burst, like the scratch of a record, rung out into the darkness. The shapes of eight large, canid-like creatures appeared through the darkness. The creatures hung low to the ground and examined the area, their lips flexing as they took in the "sights" and "smells" of their surroundings. The creatures were absolutely abominable; six of them stood roughly the height of a German Shepherd, with loose, leathery skin surrounding frail looking bones. Their heads looked akin to radiating flowers, as drool spilled onto the earth, withering what plant life was unfortunate enough to make contact with it. Two larger ones accompanied the group, with a layer of frost covering their upper torsos and sides. The creatures seemed alert, as if searching for something.
Suddenly, the creatures collectively let out a terrible groan, before they split up into groups of four. Each pack was led by one of the larger alphas. Four headed southeastwards towards a city across the lake, vanishing in a swirl of light and mist, before the remaining four sprinted westwards, towards a city closer to a river. They too vanished in a swirl of mist and light.
Their objective was clear: Find the staff. Find Maledict's tomb. The hunt had begun.
A low whistle filled the area, before a sudden burst, like the scratch of a record, rung out into the darkness. The shapes of eight large, canid-like creatures appeared through the darkness. The creatures hung low to the ground and examined the area, their lips flexing as they took in the "sights" and "smells" of their surroundings. The creatures were absolutely abominable; six of them stood roughly the height of a German Shepherd, with loose, leathery skin surrounding frail looking bones. Their heads looked akin to radiating flowers, as drool spilled onto the earth, withering what plant life was unfortunate enough to make contact with it. Two larger ones accompanied the group, with a layer of frost covering their upper torsos and sides. The creatures seemed alert, as if searching for something.
Suddenly, the creatures collectively let out a terrible groan, before they split up into groups of four. Each pack was led by one of the larger alphas. Four headed southeastwards towards a city across the lake, vanishing in a swirl of light and mist, before the remaining four sprinted westwards, towards a city closer to a river. They too vanished in a swirl of mist and light.
Their objective was clear: Find the staff. Find Maledict's tomb. The hunt had begun.