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The world has known many cruelties, and time is stained with ages of suffering. Lands and people broken and buried beneath waves of destruction and heels of conquerors. Cities built from broken backs, paradises grown from fields of forgotten bones. At times, there seems to be no hope for those tormented souls. No way to escape, no way to fight back. But some have heard of ancient tales, have clung to shreds of lost knowledge. Such things speak of those who may bring salvation. Ones from beyond that can crush such injustices and bring forth the power one needs to shatter their chains. It is a hope, but a dire one. These same tales speak of untold destruction, of great suffering that flows throughout the land. There will be no clean victory, no guiltless minds. Those who beg for their aid must know of what their influence brings, and what great costs must come. The Emissaries of the Plagues may grant their strength to the wronged and anguished, but what devastation comes from such an act is not always their concern.

If one chooses to go down this path, they must first call forth the Deacon. It matters not of who or why, all must summon him to begin this dance. The ritual is simple, the offerings meager, one can easily beckon him as long as they have the knowledge and courage. When he arrives, there will be little to say. He does not bargain, he does not argue. He knows why you have brought him forth, and he will not stand in the way. All he brings is a simple question, asking if you know what you are about to begin. One just has to answer, and he shall be satisfied. If one grows hesitant in their quest and chooses to back away, he will not begrudge you. Beyond his gate lies a difficult road, the burden will be great and the days will be harsh. Not all have what it takes to face such a task, and he understands. Turn away, and he shall return to his domain so that you may go on in peace. If you are sure of your path and wish to take this journey, he will grant you his relic so that the first plague may begin.

To those who take these first steps, he gives the Chalice of Marrow. A great goblet of bone and blood, crimson juices weeping from every pore. A few drops from this foul cup into any water body will begin the corruption. From the fading ripples, the scarlet poison will spread, transforming pure rivers and crystalline lakes into choking bogs of effluvium. The reek of blood will fill the air, soon followed by the rot of dead fish and withered reeds. There will be no sanctuary for one to cool themselves in on a hot day. There will be no relief to the thirsty men and crops. The only thing they will find is the blood of those they have wronged, pouring from the terrible wound they have inflicted.
After enough pain has been inflicted or the holder cannot bear this suffering any longer, they may call off this poison. They only have to dip the chalice into the scarlet waters and drink from it. When the blood has been partaken, the poison shall recede. The blue waters will slowly return, and perhaps life may follow along with it. A warning must be made to those who wield this chalice. There is no guarantee that things shall turn back to normal. The damage the poison can inflict may be irreversible to some, forever destroying homes and creatures that cannot bear such a tragedy. If one lets this effluvium spread for too long, it may engulf entire seas. Be wary of the power you wield, as one can easily destroy the people they seek to save.

"Oh, dear Mother, they beckon you once more. Another of your children have arrived, and it begins once again..."

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It is October, which means monsters, which means its finally time to post a project that sounded a whole lot better back when the world wasn't falling apart. I am sure folk are going to say that I did this because of what 2020 has become, but I will tell you I started this idea back in 2019! December 2019, I got the receipts!

And funny enough I start posting these and other October stuff right before I vanish for a week and a half into the wilderness again. I will be back to post more monsters, but for the first chunk of October I am going to be away. These postings probably will continue into Nov to make up for it, but you will get the full ten!

So begins the Emissaries of the Plagues!

Description
The world has known many cruelties, and time is stained with ages of suffering. Lands and people broken and buried beneath waves of destruction and heels of conquerors. Cities built from broken backs, paradises grown from fields of forgotten bones. At times, there seems to be no hope for those tormented souls. No way to escape, no way to fight back. But some have heard of ancient tales, have clung to shreds of lost knowledge. Such things speak of those who may bring salvation. Ones from beyond that can crush such injustices and bring forth the power one needs to shatter their chains. It is a hope, but a dire one. These same tales speak of untold destruction, of great suffering that flows throughout the land. There will be no clean victory, no guiltless minds. Those who beg for their aid must know of what their influence brings, and what great costs must come. The Emissaries of the Plagues may grant their strength to the wronged and anguished, but what devastation comes from such an act is not always their concern.

If one chooses to go down this path, they must first call forth the Deacon. It matters not of who or why, all must summon him to begin this dance. The ritual is simple, the offerings meager, one can easily beckon him as long as they have the knowledge and courage. When he arrives, there will be little to say. He does not bargain, he does not argue. He knows why you have brought him forth, and he will not stand in the way. All he brings is a simple question, asking if you know what you are about to begin. One just has to answer, and he shall be satisfied. If one grows hesitant in their quest and chooses to back away, he will not begrudge you. Beyond his gate lies a difficult road, the burden will be great and the days will be harsh. Not all have what it takes to face such a task, and he understands. Turn away, and he shall return to his domain so that you may go on in peace. If you are sure of your path and wish to take this journey, he will grant you his relic so that the first plague may begin.

To those who take these first steps, he gives the Chalice of Marrow. A great goblet of bone and blood, crimson juices weeping from every pore. A few drops from this foul cup into any water body will begin the corruption. From the fading ripples, the scarlet poison will spread, transforming pure rivers and crystalline lakes into choking bogs of effluvium. The reek of blood will fill the air, soon followed by the rot of dead fish and withered reeds. There will be no sanctuary for one to cool themselves in on a hot day. There will be no relief to the thirsty men and crops. The only thing they will find is the blood of those they have wronged, pouring from the terrible wound they have inflicted.
After enough pain has been inflicted or the holder cannot bear this suffering any longer, they may call off this poison. They only have to dip the chalice into the scarlet waters and drink from it. When the blood has been partaken, the poison shall recede. The blue waters will slowly return, and perhaps life may follow along with it. A warning must be made to those who wield this chalice. There is no guarantee that things shall turn back to normal. The damage the poison can inflict may be irreversible to some, forever destroying homes and creatures that cannot bear such a tragedy. If one lets this effluvium spread for too long, it may engulf entire seas. Be wary of the power you wield, as one can easily destroy the people they seek to save.

"Oh, dear Mother, they beckon you once more. Another of your children have arrived, and it begins once again..."

-----------------------------------------------------------

It is October, which means monsters, which means its finally time to post a project that sounded a whole lot better back when the world wasn't falling apart. I am sure folk are going to say that I did this because of what 2020 has become, but I will tell you I started this idea back in 2019! December 2019, I got the receipts!

And funny enough I start posting these and other October stuff right before I vanish for a week and a half into the wilderness again. I will be back to post more monsters, but for the first chunk of October I am going to be away. These postings probably will continue into Nov to make up for it, but you will get the full ten!

So begins the Emissaries of the Plagues!