The Dark Legacy.

[The End of All Light.]

[WIP]

Younger days were soon forgotten; the night slowly asphyxiated the sky in a rupture of the dying sun, twilight indigoes calming to bring the tranquil night. This night would not be so tranquil for darker things brooded and stirred at the command of the endless one, the one who remains unnamed for nothing could describe it more than evil and fear itself, it feed of these emotions like a leech- only growing stronger for the evils of mankind were endless, it was a feat that no man or god could accomplish. Not even throughout history had the material plane ever been at peace since the law of Eden was broken by a single bite from forbidden fruits. Man would never be cleansed totally from evil be it an action or a thought; there would be no escape- for sin in itself is a sweet wine. And so, this night were the easterly winds gathered to tempest and the clouds rolled and raced to smother the lurid moon behind the veil of storm and natures wrath, this dark one, The Nameless also summoned a wrath of his own upon mankind. To toil his darkened will upon the cemeteries, exhuming the dead from rotted grave and broken crypt; the art of the Necroseed to gather up the darkness, to bring damnation lust and war.

Nothing is too sacred for the creatures of tempests and storms- the lords and lady of innumerable figures and forms, of illness and plagues, torture and blight. The worst nightmares borne now upon the winds? The precious dead rising from their putrefied coffers, breaking through rotted coffers before decomposed and skeletal limbs ascended from the ground, parting soil and mounds in their wake. Clambering from burial plots like shackled hordes- forever loyal to their masters, programmed with the intentions to construct and protect the land to where they marched. No stealth in which they could sneak- the clattering and moans would stain the night, howls furling within the blustering tempest creating a course symphony of unrest and torment. From above The Nameless watched proud, that omnipotent eye gleaming across the Carpathians, as dark magics tore open the hymen of both space and time- a new dark world constructed... Naethryn... where a monstrosity would be erected in the decadent name of Atra'Lamia.

Onwards this horde of Necro-Soldiers advanced, programmed to construct the mighty fortress walls, the very darkness being solidified- resembling the reflective surface of obsidian and also holding the very properties in which to reflect and/or absorb. The very height of these blackened walls towered to the firmament teasing the thickened darkness with ebony spiked ramparts. Such lofty surfaces etched with the very imprisoned souls in which was already infused into the very compounds of the obsidian as block by block the wall was constructed- tormented faces and gnarled hands beating from the eternal abysmal crypt in which they were now imprisoned- forever. Bodies of both bone and flesh augmented, manufacturing a living and breathing entity, skin blackening, hardening to that of solidarity far stronger than even the hardest of metals and rock.  Malefic charnel arts combining and solidifying all materials to form one outer-shell, then structuring over the outer shell with yet another; each using more macabre substance than the first.

Each soldier labored both day and night consecutively the outer wall was completed, though the exterior surface appeared more like a black translucent glass, seismic fluids bubbling from beneath giving the complete Aerie a living and thriving influence- unspeakable shadowy images slithering through the arcane fluid. Massive tentacles sculptures framing the spires, perhaps they were a solid artistic structure or actual means of defense or attack, who knew exactly and no one would live to tell? This Aerie, so majestic in its darkened honor where large black Mithril, monolithic statues in macabre design now glare down from the spiked ramparts. Predatory hunches crouched, mighty black wings outstretched, Desmodus- obsidian effigies of ill-omen to portend far greater evils; the land of the damned yet beautiful? a new pinnacle of darkened power soon to be established beyond these immense fortified walls where the dead scream for penance, and the spirits for remorse. Above the colossal doors reads:  'INCEDO AB TUI ERUS LICENS ANIMUS' [Enter of your own free will] a delectable quote to be considered by all before entering.

A magnificent sight to behold, with thick stalagmite and stalactites forming the pillars, bone trusses over which the black absorbing obsidian and flesh grew and formed an osseous mix of liquid architecture- skulls... with their eyes and surrounding musculature still intact, cartilage thin enough to behold the sea of viscera and floating organs comprised the walls; scores of victims moistened to stew beneath the translucent [black ice] surface, walls of mouths that intonate the most cacophonous and sirenous symphony; a wailing and tormented chorus as they were passed through . Sloughed flesh, peeled from the screaming victims, flesh treated like canvas for caprice, stretched and treated in a preservative then expanded over large arch windows like a mosaic.  Citadels of grafted bodies twisted around to form the most intricate of filigree, coiling around the massive structure of bone and unperceivable darkness; illicitly wound into the architecture [the very formulae of the void] an exoskeletal structure resembling a living and breathing entity with semi-intelligence. It can act and think with a mind-thought of its own; simple but efficient enough to be hostile. [Possesses an equation/exterior metabolic mass only]

Large shadow Mithril doors shun the world... what lays beyond- Naethryn's; barren valleys, skeletal forests where every dark recess seems to move with watchful eyes and reaching outwards to snare with ephemeral spectral arms- such emanations in ebb and flow within the pulsating deleterious glow of vapor and fog marshes and rivers; a thick sallow ethereal mantle wafting and concealing the unknown which could be skulking to devour.  The 'Naethryn Gates' that lead into and out of Naethryn and into the mortal world. It is said these particular Thaumaturgical Doorways are located deep in the western desolate landscapes of Ayenee.