[b]ooc:[/b] characters may be placed in scene as they please. undead are everywhere and attacking the living. the firbolg guides are the most numerous natives of the fae see and have aided the party in coming here to do something about the pyramid. preferable posting pace is at least once a week. Open to more folk, so apply if you like in direct message to me or the ooc
[b]Time:[/b] late afternoon near dusk
[b]Weather:[/b] Cold but not freezing
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The deeper they pushed into the Fae See the quieter it became, not the natural quiet of watchful animals or still leaves, but a thinning of sound itself as if noise had weight and was being leeched away the closer they came. The trees here grew wrong, trunks bent inward toward a wide crater swallowed by ancient roots and black stone, their bark split and scarred where something vast had fallen long ago. At the center of it all rose the pyramid, its surface a perfect matte black that drank in light, its edges sharp enough to make the eye ache, veins of dull necromantic glow crawling across its face. The firbolg guides would not step closer, their large hands tightening around spears and charms as one finally spoke in a low, strained voice that carried poorly in the dead air. This was the place. The forest had ignored it for centuries. Now it fed it.

The ground shuddered as if answering that admission. A low vibration rolled up through boots and bones alike, teeth faintly buzzing as lines of necromantic conduits along the pyramid’s face brightened, then dimmed, then brightened again in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Roots peeled back from the stone like sinew tearing free, and from the undergrowth came movement. The first corpse lurched into view dragging half a ribcage behind it, followed by another and another as the forest dead answered the call in a great number. Deer stitched with iron bone braces charged mindlessly, eyes long since gone. A firbolg corpse bound together with wire and root staggered forward, jaw hanging loose as necromantic steam hissed from its mouth. They came on in a rush of rot and borrowed motion, lifeforce clawing blindly for anything still alive.

As metal rang out and spells flared from the firbolg guides, the pyramid responded. Stone plates along its lower face ground against one another and began to part, opening not like a door but like a wound forced wide, necromantic vapors spilling out in a choking breath that carried the stench of old graves and hot metal. One of the firbolg screamed as invisible force yanked them off their feet, dragging them screaming across the crater floor toward the opening before vanishing inside with a wet, final sound. The glow along the pyramid surged brighter at once, the vibration intensifying as if pleased, as if fed. The opening held, waiting, and even as the remaining forest dead pressed their attack the message was unmistakable. Whatever this thing was, it was awake now.


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