Stench seemed to come from the accursed walls of my prison. A sour stench, a stench of rotten food and disgusting acid. The vomit had seeped through, all the way from the surface. Such grand quantities of the stuff laid above, pooled along the entirety of our grand bridge. Just layers upon layers of vomit. Some chunks had dried up, forming a hard, chunky cover over the gneiss walkways. Other parts seemed to always be mushy, allowing forumites to sink in ankle deep. The smell was the worst, I was told. Pools of vomit had probably found their ways into the intricate network of sewage systems within the fortress. These pipes all ended in the caverns, where the thrash was to be carried away by Afer's mighty currents. Still, it had seeped through the thin layer of rock between the Chapel, my prison, and the caverns above. Afer would be displeased, if he had even noticed it. Cleaning the stuff would be a horrid mess.
The immense trail of vomit, decorating the entirety of the gargantuan grey runway.I have ordered dozens of livestock to be slaughtered. A blood sacrifice, to please the Gods. To please the Bear. The lines between the two have become vague to me. The Bear enjoys that. Whenever I turn, I carve more and more within the walls of my rocky prison. Today, I finally discovered the true pattern of my engraving, the bigger picture of my carvings. The Bear itself, I had carved. Piece by piece. All over my room, multiple times. It looked at me. Dozens of rocky eyes stared. Yet it was not the stone that stared. It was the bear. The carvings gave it power, I soon discovered, as I stopped having control over my body. I did not turn into a monster, though I was sure I soon would. It had taken over. It truly had. I would weep, but not even my tear ducts I controlled. A sudden sound frightened me. The fear did not seem to affect my body, as it slowly turned around. The hatch, solid stone, sealed with bars of steel and the most powerful of enchantments, lifted itself up as if it was made of feathers. A force unseen, though the imprints of two rotten, massive paws had appeared on the stone. The Bear would set itself free. Armok, would set itself free. I tried to scream, as my body carried itself into the buzzing fortress. A fortress, filled with succulent meat. The greatest dining hall I would ever set foot in.
The daemonic carvings, filled with an ancient, unspeakable power.
My bound body, walking through the fortress, façading as me
I truly have no idea how Lemonpie got out, and I'm very confused.
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Topic: NecroThreat IV: Fortress for BFEL, God of Necromancy (Read 550788 times)