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The Worm, surprisingly enough, was waiting for something. She looked over the room. Silly Refcaskha glowered over the food; no mouth to eat. He was destined the fate of misguided Paloria, she knew. The Great Maiden shouted of her great power. These gods believed themselves to be pure and holy...

The Worm strode across the room, looking at the newcomers. She sniggered at Refcaskha, glared at the Great Maiden, and seemed perplexed by Illumanae. Overall, the being gave off a strong necrotic aura. The sense she gave was of power, but not of godhood. It seemed the Worm wasn't a god, but...

From the large shadow of Refcaskha, there slipped a slim, rather gaunt figure. The avatar of the Worm in Waiting crossed her arms, glaring at the scene. It was much too bright, far too sparkly. The auras of these gods were stifling. Nevertheless, an invitation was an invitation. She stepped into...

The merchant; a plump, rather short figure with the name Twelve Fingers, was delighted when the gates of the city opened for his caravan. Guards led them to a market, where his lackeys began to set up stalls and unpack their goods. Beautiful, strange, and dark things were put on display. Among...

A sailing vessel drew near the coast of Obus. For five months it had crossed the ocean. The timbers seemed weary as they creaked, welcoming the shore with delight. A shove from the tide drove the ship nearby, and an anchor fell from hull, making a splash as it streaked toward the seabed. A...

Mooring sat draped over a stone outcrop. Tall, eerie forms bustled with activity; tying, looping, pulling. Crimson sails rose towards a distant ceiling, like a bat stretching its wings. Farther down, a wooden bridge was full with the creatures hauling crates and chests into a bulbous hold. Two...

Carrot took the form and began to sign it. He could barely restrain a laugh as he saw the Drake's rank. The creature must've been compensating for something. A Noble in full plate armor, only rank C? As he put down the strange lettering of his name, he felt almost proud to put his rank on the...

Carrot stepped into the inn, his tattered cloak giving him a few looks. Hand on a large claymore at his side, and a quiet jingle from the chime hanging from his belt, the Sluan walked past the banter and up to the board. There were two others there, obviously in his profession as well. But...one...

Name: Carrot Race: People of Lead Grade: C Gender: male Bio: Born in the confines of Slua's largest city to a poor family, Carrot had a turbulent childhood. Abused, beaten, and deprived, he ran away from home at a young age to sign up for the Worm Knights, hoping his relation to the Blessed...

Seven Needles, the Martyr, sat upon his throne, silence surrounding the champion as he lay in corpse-like sleep. Encased in armor, limbs sewn back together again and again, the champion of the Worm in Waiting no longer relished anything but to slumber. Three thousand years, and he had been at...

The People of Lead -:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:-.-:- Undeniably ancient, the People of Lead are the primary inhabitants of Slua. They are an intelligent, resourceful, and elusive race. Their striking silhouette...

"Oh my. You don't know about them?" She said, surprised. "Perhaps they came into being after you left. They're a people who resemble humans. They won't be happy that the moon isn't whole, but I think your return should cheer them. They've been worshiping it. They sensed you upon it."

"I've the memories of Hakku, god of iron. Your name is Dymos. The Lech are a burden to the other races, and Orichalcum is near forgotten." The Worm said. "Your dwarves and the people of Slua have been at each other's necks since their birth." The Worm said. "I am animated from the People of...

The Worm turned her gaze from the stars, and stared at this god. His power was strong, equal to hers, even. But he looked so small from here. Being this big was rather addicting. "I am the Worm in Waiting. I rule the Sleeping Isles in Hakku's absence. As for his whereabouts, Hakku has been dead...

The shores of Slua stood resolute as clammy waters eternally beat at the sand and stone. Off the coast there stood a tower of bronze. It was hollow and made for function over form. Wind beat at the few remaining undead that climbed over the scaffolds. They belched, bloated and unrecognizable...

"Silence!" Seven Needles snapped. "We're going to Slua. The Worm in Waiting's hour draws near. You'd best be there when it happens...if anybody should bear witness to it, it'd be you..." His voice grew soft, and he turned his head to Taliesin. There were tears in his eyes. Blood splattered him...

Seven Needles charged through the carnage, his Black Hound galloping over bodies as he looked wildly for a single figure in the raging battle. The narcotics barely ran through his veins, and yet his hands shook with emotion as the lance stabbed through a golem, blasting a hole through its torso...

Entering the battlefield was a single figure mounted upon a Black Hound. He went slowly at first, holding a heavy lance at his side. Following him were the first eight Gravebeasts. The trotting Black Hound broke into a run, and the Ledian charged forward with his legion of beasts. He pulled a...

The Worm in waiting continued walking by the corpses. Orcs still didn't budge, but 570 of Paloria's army and her non-orcish enemies rose up, but this time, they didn't head to the battlefield. They mounted the Gravebeasts, and lumbered back to the Great Mount, going through the city and back...

From behind the lines of Worm Knights and Gravebeasts, The Worm's avatar walked over the dead, mounted on a Wallow beast. Beside her, very drunk and seething with rage, Seven Needles followed mounted on a very small Gravebeast. As she went by, the dead began to draw together, folding and...