An Invitation In Blood

[Optimalfriskies]

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The flaming remains of the township of Rötberg could be viewed for miles, the smog and fanned flames helping to slowly but surely draw in the militia of the nearest township to investigate. The sight these men came across was gruesome. The town of Rötberg had been completely exterminated, the rough population of about a two hundred had been completely slaughtered.

Women and children had been gored. Their faces and bodies drained of blood. The men had been propped up on stakes riddling around the township, forming a circle around it. Some, still living, as their life agonizingly faded. The guards who had entered the township would likely never recover from the sight. In the middle of the town square, sitting within a drawn up circle of blood, was a basket filled with roses, wine, and a letter. The basket was untouched, the roses beautiful, and the wine exquisite. The letter read.

In my court of blood I sit,
my crown of blood a perfect fit
My throne of bones made just for me;
oh won't you come and see?

I beckon you worthy to me,
to see if my castle will break thee.
My carriage awaits to bring you forth,
oh won't you join me at my court?

Pass my trials three,
then my power thou shalt see.
I shall see you then with delight in my heart,
in Rötberg, tho' trials start.

With love,
The Lord of Crimson,
Ernst von Rötberg.
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Alongside this information was a map with a marked up location, and the date of 31st of March. News soon spread across the archipelago, soon reaching the very heart of Regalia. Whispers filled the streets, rumors of vast treasures, glory and honor. Would anyone truly be so brave as to willingly enter the lair of the beast?

 

[Winterless]

owo

 

[Brit<3]

How interesting

 

[Mortisian]

Unric, "So he burned down his own Town, and his own source of a Military and food source. Ok."

 

[AtticCat]

Azra would rub her palms together, "Sounds like an adventure. Let's kill a killer."

 

[FeralGayWalnut]

Seated and tucked away from the door, the one eyed behemoth of a woman listened intently to the new gossip of the day. Her singular eyebrow went up further as she caught wind of this new tidbit. Lowering her mug to the table before her, she murmured to the open air, "Sounds like someone the normal person wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. However, even after all he's asssumedly done, he has time to be creative with his message. Lovely."

Seraphina softly chuckled and went back to her musings, perhaps considering this information. Or perhaps not.

 

[MrNoot1]

Damian Black would frown at the news, his hand laid upon his chin as he'd think for a while. "I believe it's time that we caught a killer, let the Quest of the Lord of Crimson begin.."

 

[alianon]

Faust began to stock up on bolts.

 

[mochha]

"I wonder if they like paint."​

 

[Ewdrawings]

Don sat in his chair, drinking from a chalice. The man had spent the evening doing very little for once. Listening to reports and dealing with petty issues between sanguine. Afterall, his Lord had no time for such matters, and yet they had to be completed. When tale of this message came, he smirked. Not that he thought the crimson king stupid, but rather he found the situation itself interesting. "Why would a man do that to his own town? Either he has a good very interesting reason, or he's indeed lost it. I think I would like to see these trials. Akil!" He calls out to the Qadir varghul. "Congratulations, you're going out this sunday."

 

[Ailethi]

"Maph? What's a Crimson?"​

 

[Yoggery]

"Crimson Lord? Pfft, what a weebish name," spoke an Altalar lady, Joycie Caladwen.

 

[Surrealizm]

"I wonder if he likez clamz Mhm yez yez, I zhould bring him clamz." the small Keep-Allar said excitedly.