Dark Calling

[NikolaNeiju]

"Year, after a year, I lay in wait. Walking in this land with no purpose. Year after a year, I fight a pointless battle. Against an Orsonian, who deems me to be a threat to the Lifestream, against a foolish bandit who wants to carry my sword..."

"I had claimed to not have lost my mind after I lost my home. Sanctuary of my kin. Home which had people who accepted me, people who gave me purpose to fight for, a reasoning to go on... They gave me a purpose to keep going."

"And now that it's gone, most of my kin had gone... Furious, crushing people they come across, resorting to blood sports to feed their insatiable anger, and fury."

"Children of Nyx, followers of the Dark, I. Yaron. Beckon to you, to come back to your roots. To stop your bloodshed for mere seconds and find place in your mind for the Nightmother... And for your kin."

"All of us had been pulled apart, all of us... Had been forced into Darkness, not knowing that Mirelings were born in it."

"Kin of the Shadowmire, creations of Nyx, and those who had lost their home... Do not think of yourself as mindless beasts."

"Mindless beast is not bound by a purpose but destruction and chaos... And we, the Kin of Shadowmire... Have a purpose."

"A calling, to reunite with each other, to find peace."

"As Champion of Nyx, I ask you to respond to Her and my calling, a call to..."

"RISE"

Whispers can be heard in the Dark. Pacing of footsteps deep underground, Dullahans, Skeletons, Ogres, Mutants. And so forth hear the call to Rise, to reunite, and to be one. Whole again. People around whole Esshar can see fleeing shadows, they can see a Dullahan with crimson wings walking in groups, squads with newly awakened monsters.

Ogres ravage, Mutants cackle, Dullahans persist, Skeletons clank...

All of these chaotic noises form an odd symphony. The intention is clear, Shadowmire might be destroyed... But it's denizens? Far from it. Activities can be seen within Desert, Dreadwoods, Sewers. Several sightings of monsters, that respond to the call. They all come to meet up, to plot... Loosely, but steadily...

Pacts are made in the dark, alliances forged between one another, weapons are created. Expeditions are planned... Orchestrated by the Dark beacon of Hope. Warriors are being trained actively... 

Outcasts? Fallen? But not broken.