[center][h3]T H E  C U L T  O F  U G - Q U A L T O T H [/h3][/center] 
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[center] [i][b][url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/71/b4/94/71b4944e9a44dbcee4327f6b7a1aac00--charcoal-portraits-charcoal-drawings.jpg] She-Who-Spoke-the-name-that-burned[/url] , Markle, Indiana - 2:15 AM[/b][/i] [/center]
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[b]"I shall not fear, nor falter, for i know the place of us! We are vermin, insects! Unworthy of his mere glare!"[/b] A disgusting cough followed, as the Missonary once more felt the Agonizing pain creep up her throat, and she spat out the crimson blood onto  the concrete below here. Both her hands gripped even more thight around the cold staff of steel, that was covered with symbols and scrolls of paper. For the unenlightened, it was just scrabblings, yet for the lucky few, who had glared onto the Monolith, there was a reason, a logic behind the runes. They had been burned into her mind, as she had been dragged in front of it, burning into her eyes, just as the name had burned her lips, tongue and throat, as she had screamed it out, baptized her with fire. 

The Raiders had taken her for easy prey, when she had arrived, believing her just to be another refugee, fleeing from the coming storm. They had changed their view quickly, after spotting the runes and the fire in her eyes. She was one of his Missionaries now, spreading the word and wisdom of the Prophet to those who had not yet the chance to hear nor see it. 

[b]"Beware, for he without enlightenment may fear his own demise, yet they who have seen, they who have witnessed know, that it does not matter..."[/b] Her words stopped, as she took in the madness unfolding around her. Cries of Havoc, the cracking of lasers and the sounds of Soulless Automatons. A laughter escaped her lips, as she threw away her stick, and spread out her hands, pointing on some of the fleeing raiders. [b]"FOR WHAT FEAR DOES HE KNOW, WHO HAS NOT WITNESS THE MONOLITH IN ALL ITS GLORY! WHO HAS NOT SEEN WHAT PATHETIC BASE HAS HIS MERE EXSISTANCE..." [/b]

Stumbling forward, she could not help but walking towards the bridge, still screaming out her words, from the top of her lungs. Even when the Explosion tore the foundation away, and made the center fall into the waves, she kept walking, fearless of the fight around her [b]"BE AWARE, SLAVES OF STEEL! SERFS OF A BRAIN IN A JAR! FOR WE CAN KNOW NO FEAR! IT WHAT SLUMBERS UNDER DUNWHICH WILL AWAKE! AND IT SHALL FIND A REALM UNITED IN ITS WORSHIP! I HAVE SPOKEN THE NAME THAT BURNS!" [/b] The heat of a laser run past her shoulder, and she could feel how the cloth began to glow and burn. Falling down, she winced in pain, as she moved a hand on her shoulder, as once more, the smell of buring flesh filled her nose.

Stumbling back on her feet, she gasped, as she glared at the group. [b]"THERE IS NO SALVATION FOR ANY OF YOU! UG-QUALTOTH WILL FEAST ON YOUR SOUL, AND CHEW ON YOUR SPIRIT..."[/b] It was then, that her eyes met Robert Kyte, before suddently stopping to scream. [i]"S..souless Abomination..w..what is that thing...."[/i] For the first time since she had spoke that name, Maria Haggins felt Mortal Fear in her heart. Stumbling backwards, she began to crawl away. 
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[center] [i][b][url=https://i.imgur.com/hQpT6dQ.jpg] [b]The Warmaster[/b][/url] Mackinac Bridge- 2:15 AM[/b][/i] [/center]
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The steps of the Warmasters Power-Armor were heavy, as they slowly stepped onto the bridge. Once it had connected two nations, then one, and then fire had swallowed it all. Now, it was a decaying carcass of a Structure, a pathetic display of metal and rust. A reminder of a dying nation, foolish and unenlightened of the glory that was he who slumbered! Yet, the Order had been given, and finally, he could continue to do his bidding. With a sigh, he reached around his head, to remove his helmet, taking it by the metal horns, he had attacked to it, before taking a look, into his own reflection. The Man, that long ago, had been Paladin Cranz, looked back at him, and a smile moved onto his disfigured face. 

The ruin of an Old Military Truck, was sturdy enough to carry his weight, even with the armor on. Turning around, he looked at the sea of torches, lamps and candles behind him, and the masked faces that were hidden behind crude imitations of his power armor helmet. He had stopped counting their number, as the long march, and the fights on the way, had thinned their number. They were the Warmasters host! Sure, they lacked the Armor or the Weaponry from the forges of the Pitt, yet they would make up for it, in ferocity and brutality. 

And in numbers! 

Feeling a Raindrop onto his bald head, the Warmaster raised his arms, and the Sound of Thousands vanished in an Heartbeat. He could feel the eyes behind the masks watching him, and a feeling of mortal pride filled his chest. [b]"I TOOK YOU TO THIS BRIDGE BECAUSE I PROMISED YOU WAR! I PROMISED YOU A WAR THAT WOULD SEE THE WORLD WASHED AWAY! A WAR THE SHALL SEE THE BLIND PROPHET IN HIS RIGHTFUL PLACE, AS THE RULER OF ALL OF AMERICA!" [/b]

He took a short moment, to turn around, and looked at the ruined city in the distance. If people were still there, they would be the first, to feel his Warhost, and be turned into slaves, warriors or food soon enough. [b]"I PROMISE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, THAT YOU MARCH WITH ME, TO THE END OF THIS WORLD! I PROMISE EVERY ONE OF YOU, THAT YOUR DEATHS WILL PLEASE IMMORTAL UG-QUALTOTH, AND THAT YOUR SOUL SHALL RESIDE IN HIS KINGDOM TILL THE END OF TIME! AND I PROMISE YOU, THAT WE WILL FOLLOW THIS ROAD, UNTIL WE ARE IN CHICAGO!"[/b]

A resounding roar came from the mass, followed by the chant of the faithful, as they began to cross the bridge. And from one moment to the next, a sea of people was washing past the Warmaster. The Cult had unleashed his hellhound!