The_Hidden_Lord
The Tenth Lord
Stalking ancient corridors, long since fallen into disuse, the latest in a long line of predecessor that stalked these same halls. An ancient city, once grand and magnificient in its hey-day, now a crumbling edifice to a time long past. Cleansed by dragon fire nearly 1,200 years past, this place once served as a prison for the Hidden Lord.
And so he moved through the winding complex as a multitude had done before him. The High Priest of the Hidden Lord, the Eyes of the Lord Who Watches, Tillaris Darkenslade, the Arch-Devil of Gargauth. Swathed in crimson velvet robes with a tabard of the deepest purple, the Vestaments of Betrayal. A demonic visage concealing his face, the Mask of Deception. A copy of the Gargain, Gargauth's Holy Book, held reverently in his hands, a Tome of Lies. A crimson hued long sword sheathed on his hip, Maleficience.
This middle-aged man comes out of the winding tunnels of the complex into a enormous cavern, the very cavern that contained the Devil God Gargauth those millenia ago. Here he ended his ritualistic walk, standing poised above a multitude of beings seeking power, revenge, wealth, love, and for some only simple acceptance, these beings who believe that no action is too heinous as long as it benefits them. These depraved, heartless mortals that murder women and children, betray friends and family, lie to lovers and benefactors, and deceive any who would deal with them. These Malefactors await this day, as they do every year, the night of the Unveiling. A holiday set aside to await the heralding of the days ahead, when the Hidden Lord rules all the lands under his lords of Havok.
And so with great pomp the High Priest opens the Gargain and speaks to the captivated audience. *Out of the flames of death, out of the storms of chaos, out of the minds of the mad, and out of the black of the heart, they shall come. To send the world spiralling into the dawn of despair, the era that will be known as the Lost, they will lead. During my return they'll accompany the One and the All from out of the void of the beyond, into the Prime we shall come, bearing the broken horn of corruption to lead the light into the shadows. The flames of the riteous shall be quenched in the sweat of the repressed, the winds of justice shall be frozen in the icy blackness of the heartless, the minds of the genius shall be shattered by the babblings of the insane, and the light of the pious shall be doused in the shadows of the past. They shall come to lead my Church into it's greatest era. Let ye who behold them quiver at their feet, for the four lords shall rule under my eye with the fist of iron. As it was written by the Hidden Lord so it will come to pass.*
*All Hail the Lord Who Watches* intones the malefactors gathered below. And then the oath of fealty. The writ of Gargauth.
*Thou shall Obey the Hidden Lord,
Thou shall not worship false gods,
Thou shall murder for personal gain,
Thou shall not harbor the foe of the Hidden Lord,
Thou shall reap the life of the non-believing,
Thou shall follow the preachings of the red cloth,
Thou shall betray thy fellow man,
Thou shall deceive all those about thee,
Thou shall not intervene in the Hidden Lord's dealings.*
As the mantra dies down, all offering up a part of themselves in fealty to the Hidden Lord in exchange for power to trample those that would oppose them, Tillaris closes the Gargain.
And so he moved through the winding complex as a multitude had done before him. The High Priest of the Hidden Lord, the Eyes of the Lord Who Watches, Tillaris Darkenslade, the Arch-Devil of Gargauth. Swathed in crimson velvet robes with a tabard of the deepest purple, the Vestaments of Betrayal. A demonic visage concealing his face, the Mask of Deception. A copy of the Gargain, Gargauth's Holy Book, held reverently in his hands, a Tome of Lies. A crimson hued long sword sheathed on his hip, Maleficience.
This middle-aged man comes out of the winding tunnels of the complex into a enormous cavern, the very cavern that contained the Devil God Gargauth those millenia ago. Here he ended his ritualistic walk, standing poised above a multitude of beings seeking power, revenge, wealth, love, and for some only simple acceptance, these beings who believe that no action is too heinous as long as it benefits them. These depraved, heartless mortals that murder women and children, betray friends and family, lie to lovers and benefactors, and deceive any who would deal with them. These Malefactors await this day, as they do every year, the night of the Unveiling. A holiday set aside to await the heralding of the days ahead, when the Hidden Lord rules all the lands under his lords of Havok.
And so with great pomp the High Priest opens the Gargain and speaks to the captivated audience. *Out of the flames of death, out of the storms of chaos, out of the minds of the mad, and out of the black of the heart, they shall come. To send the world spiralling into the dawn of despair, the era that will be known as the Lost, they will lead. During my return they'll accompany the One and the All from out of the void of the beyond, into the Prime we shall come, bearing the broken horn of corruption to lead the light into the shadows. The flames of the riteous shall be quenched in the sweat of the repressed, the winds of justice shall be frozen in the icy blackness of the heartless, the minds of the genius shall be shattered by the babblings of the insane, and the light of the pious shall be doused in the shadows of the past. They shall come to lead my Church into it's greatest era. Let ye who behold them quiver at their feet, for the four lords shall rule under my eye with the fist of iron. As it was written by the Hidden Lord so it will come to pass.*
*All Hail the Lord Who Watches* intones the malefactors gathered below. And then the oath of fealty. The writ of Gargauth.
*Thou shall Obey the Hidden Lord,
Thou shall not worship false gods,
Thou shall murder for personal gain,
Thou shall not harbor the foe of the Hidden Lord,
Thou shall reap the life of the non-believing,
Thou shall follow the preachings of the red cloth,
Thou shall betray thy fellow man,
Thou shall deceive all those about thee,
Thou shall not intervene in the Hidden Lord's dealings.*
As the mantra dies down, all offering up a part of themselves in fealty to the Hidden Lord in exchange for power to trample those that would oppose them, Tillaris closes the Gargain.
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