Zone: The Bulwark ( Old Tirisfal)
Time: 7pm 10th of May server time.
Event Series: The Altar of Maggots: Phantoms of the Monastery
( For this event we are going ahead with the re-taking of the Scarlet Monastery, the Altar of Maggots reaching out for help have asked you to clear out what is inside… and it seems like we have found whom we were looking for. The Cult of the Damned…)
The Whispering Forest had been completely decimated after the events of the scourge attack a month or so back, slowly but surely the area had been cleaned up by what remained of the Altar of Maggots. The ex-citizens of brill and undercity felt that they were unsafe up in the hills and out in the open like this, many of them came to Hobs Ralford in request to move elsewhere… he of course was reluctant to move but he could see it in their eyes. Each and every one of them feared that many more could be slain and of course they were right… this place was not safe. Not anymore. Throwing a body from over his shoulder and onto the pile of corpses Hobs huffed at the tall towering pile now. Alot more had died then he had thought.
Stayne: “…what are we going to do with all these? should we bury them?”
Hobs: “No… they will only serve as more bodies for the scourge to raise against us.”
Stayne: “…yeah I guess your right, what then?”
Hobs: “For now we set up and secure the area with whatever numbers we have left… we will have to move them at some point for safe keeping.”
Stayne: “…safe keeping?”
Hobs: “It’s time we rolled out our original plan.”
Stayne: “The… Monastery? are you sure? you don’t think it might be a bit controversial to secure it for The Altar? there will be a number of people against this you know?”
Hobs: “I am aware but the Altar is not claiming it as property, we are merely claiming to free it for the people. All undead alike will be welcome to come… maggot or no.”
Stayne crossed his arms and looked at Hobs with a stern stare.
Stayne: “Right, then you plan to move the bodies of our comrades in there for safe keeping afterward?”
Hobs: “Exactly. With it secured and with our protection we will use it as a neutral safe zone for the forsaken people… we can offer parts to our fellow comrades out in Tirisfal.”
Stayne: “Ha, not a bad idea. You want to win them over with offerings?”
Hobs: “Offerings of the metal gods that be brother, may they grace you with their strength!”
Hobs tilted his head up and then raised his hand upward holding his hammer high above his head.
Hobs: “To forever stay as metal as possible, a maggot never sells out!”
Stayne laughed a little.
Stayne: “Then i guess its time to get word out… Ill hit up my contacts. I assume you have a few in mind?”
Hobs looked out over the mountainside. Tirisfal’s blighted smog air was hazy in the distance.
Hobs: “…yeah. I have a fair idea who to bring along…”
Stayne would turn to walk away.
Hobs: “…oh and Blood.”
Stayne: “…?”
Hobs: " This time we will be prepared ."
Stayne smiled his jawless grin, both of them nodded at one another then raised their hands giving one another the Devil’s Horns.
In Unison: " Metal empower you."
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