The Fall of the Dark King

[Dixonok]

The bell is rung.
The rain pours within the Mire.
The world lost the King of Darkness.
By whom thou shall ask.
The banshees shall answer.
Torgon the one true king prevail.

The one true king stands.

He who shan't fall.

The Bastion of the Mire walks back to his home.

He drags the still body of Kael.

May the lord forgive him.

For Torgon didn't.

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[Nerdlord57]

The Banshees' howl was carried upon a breeze to the ear of an Achyonite Captain, who seemed to have once been busying himself with paperwork.

Another proper Cog in the Machine brought down by nothing more than a suit of armor.

With nothing more than a glance to his shadow, Dimitri would speak.

"Mortia, dear? Deliver a message for me."

The clicking of mandibles was her only reply.

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In the dark of the Shadowmire, Torgon could swear he was suddenly being watched. There was the faintest sounds of skittering moving about in the shadows, growing closer. Soon, the sound of clicking mandibles gave way to the sight of eight maroon eyes appearing in the Dullahan's own shadow.

"A message, for the Bastion of this. . .mire. ."

Crawling out from it would be a massive arachnid creature, reeking of Hel. Across its spectral form appeared to be thick chitin that protected its eight legs and rather bulbus abdomen, which were covered in a series of complex runework familiar to Imperial design. The creature itself appeared to be about as large as a medium sized Ogre, almost towering over Torgon. An inky black liquid dripped from its gleaming fangs as it continued.

"My. .Master, states that your own bell shall toll in the future, Dullahan. He awaits for the day he can tear your soul out of that delectable shell of yours for what you took from him.

Very perculiar about those who serve under him, isn't he.

He hopes you are ready for the Chaos that will follow. ."

With a soft, almost feminine laugh- the Arachnid Nethradin seemed to melt back into the shadows- skittering back to the one who sent the message.

[Dixonok]

The King isn't happy with this outcome.
A useless death.
The Mire sings but the King remains quiet until from his shadows Eyes appeared.
Nethradyn energy? A nethradyn was sent to my home? Is this child insane?
The King listens and answers.

''Very well then, he sent a pet to speak with me? So is this what Smile feeds on. Fear."

He listens to the rest, amused, angered. Who in the right state of mind would send the most hated beings towards the King?

"If he wants to speak or make threats, do ask him to come here. I do not take message from little dogs from Hel but since he already did it."

"I shall send warriors his way, for I'm tired of people like thee."

He knows the energy, he feels the connected souls. He knows it was from Dimitri, the very same boy that dared threaten spirits before.

They warn all around Esshar.

'To Whoever brings me Dimitri. Alive. Thou shall be rewarded with Ten Thousand Coins and hopefully, thou can learn how to tear a soul from a body. After all, The King of the Dullahans can teach."