It seems that a plague of unholy darkness is upon us. Beginning in the depths of the stone laden Ebon Reach, finally breaking its bonds and flowing upon the surface freely now. What dark ritual began this malevolence, the wretched creature could not tell me. So heavy laden with fear and weakened by the void energies he had been exposed to. I did my best to comfort him. He called himself, begotten of Yang. I asked him what business such a holy creature had in the dark depths. He told me he was curious. When daylight is upon the surface of the land and filters through the trees upon the high mountains and even the depths of the water see such vestiges of sun, there is an absence of fear and pride takes hold. Believing we are safe from what lurks below. These were his words. As a warrior, he desired to rid himself of pride, as prescribed to him by Myan Ornith, many months ago. So he decided to complete the ritual of cleansing by traveling into the darkest depths of the Reach. To show to himself true fear, to feel it and to know he could meet his match in battle. To hold that as his mantle that he might be overcome by his own self confidence. A healthy dose of humility he called it.
By his own account, three beings stood before the Void. Though he could not name it as such. I knew it by his description, a swirling vortex of darkness and intense energy. I’ve felt it myself before, in a man I cleansed of its dark influence. And in my recent encounter with a voidling. Three beings of cruel appearance stood before the void and summoned them by prayer and sacrifice. He spoke of watching them for only a few minutes before such fear and dark energy overwhelmed him that he could no longer keep his eyes open. And he could not retreat, because he had sneaked into a heavily protected dominion, locked in by a heavy stone door. So he sat there and listened to their incantations and warped words of worship and as they cast their magic upon the void to call forth doom, as he spoke of it, he screamed and prepared for his demise. Crawling away into the dark tunnels and hiding. However a great explosion and deafening boom had drowned out his cry of agony. That’s when the story catches up to what others already know. The gloom cast over the land during the cataclysmic explosion of void energy, opened the void rifts that now hold us captive in trepidation upon this land.
The enormous rifts of untold power and influence soar skyward, a disc of enormous density spins and sheds its dark energy as thick tendrils of blackness. The area consumed by darkness as the effect spreads outward. People have reported physical corruption, delusions and fear while in close proximity to the rifts. Other effects are less tangible, but one thing seems clear, the void has torn a rift in our material plane and the energies being released upon Eyr are dark and dangerous to living creatures. We know that holy magic can slow the progress of the void rifts, even weaken them considerably. Thwarting the influence of their void energy upon the land. A final cure has yet to be found. However, a few intrepid souls are formulating a plan to end the Reach’s reign of terror. Of course, I won’t divulge that plan in case prying eyes have decided to engage in good literature. Let’s just say, the commonly known thing about fear, is that it leads good people to do things they would not normally do. I will leave our dear readers to decide if such things are truly for our collective benefit. Or merely at the whims of a select few.
– account written by Arelea
(ooc submitted by eiirwen)
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