Undercity RP

[Rain]

The calming chime of the of the church bell rings across the under-city once again fore-telling of new events that have graced the halls. As they chime echos across the city the temple doors open to a familiar face being guided in by a patrol of undead minions. . .

"I thought you were dead. . ."

[Rain]

The church bell centering the Under-city would chime once again as the dead arise from the ground again being reanimated under the symphony of the temple chime. The song echos within the cavernous walls in symphony with the hums and chants of prayer and magic conducting the orchestra of flesh and bone. Small bands of undead laborers seem to be busy at work shoveling rubble from the roads and moving collapsed cobble-stone walls from walk-ways and collapsed side-paths. Other undead are rather busy monitoring the work being done more as wardens against the many hostile gelatinous cubes, phase spiders and wraiths that cause trouble for the laborers. Deep within the heart of the city a small twinkling light slowly motions solemnly through-out the city streets as the dancing lights slowly darken and brighten again into new colors pallets. A menacing patrol of Skeletal Knight's on Bone Horseback ride along the streets escorting a small hin who seems to survey the work of the collective effort of the undead.

[Rain]

Commotion would dawn upon the Under-city as undead flock to the Temple of All-Seeing Eyes to take witness to the gathering that is taking place within. A bright light flashes within the halls of the temple followed by a calming chime of a church bell that would echo about the city as the High Priestess Batibat takes steps out of a mirror teleportation doorway followed by the holy temple guardian Vikstor. As they make their way into the main conference of the commotion the champion of Myrkul "The Black Knight" would stand tall in his position next to the throne in the center while vikstor would take up the other side as the topic of events are discussed.

After a long briefing and speech given by Batibat to those gathered is given, Batibat and the two champions of the Temple would waste no time gathering their bone legionaries for a departure...


"Let us not be late, for the meeting..."

[Rain]

Within the silent streets of the Under-city the usual calming chime of a church bell would echo throughout the halls once more bringing forth a summon of the living and the dead to take witness to a new event that takes place in the Temple of All-Seeing Eyes. As the inhabitant come forth and begin to pile into to temple halls a man would be present standing present in-front of the High Priestess Batibat. Something was up... as commotion piled more and more as time went on as the walking dead and the clergymen of the temple would quiet down at the raised fist of the High Priestess as she continues...

"You know if this is to come to past eventually you will be called upon to serve a task that will likely be in the defense of the city and it's inhabitant? It's not to say this will occur any time soon but... Eventually... You won't be able to deny your association with the temple..."

"I'm tired of hiding in the shadows. Being ridiculed. Being thought of as naught but a joke, a laughing stock. I am a very wise, and powerful man. And you're one of the few people who actually takes me seriously. So if it comes to past that I am deemed Villain. So be it. But I would rather be a villain than a Pawn of some fool-hearty crusade or some hypocrite. At least with you, I get face value. And if I have to rain down hell on those who may attack your church...it will be raining down hell upon those whom have laughed at me. And when I stand above their smoldering, broken bodies. The former shells of themselves that I have laid to ruin..."

"I will ask them, plainly..."

"Who's laughing now?"

"Then I ask you... Will you bend the knee to not only me but for the servitude of something greater? For the servitude of the great bastion of ancient knowledge and eldritch past-time. A land to be reforged and reconstructed by us who look upon it to bring these ruined halls into a spitting image of their former glory... Will you bend the knee.. For the Under-city?"

"If one is to stand for a cause he believes in...sometimes it requires that they kneel". "For it is written that No Man who Stands before their Lord as Equal can not raise eyes to Sky and Behold their Better. For to gaze skyward is to lay eyes as unto hope and find their penance in submission." Call me many things, Judge me as Thy Will. Call me full of Foul and Folly. Full of merriment and Mirth. Call me all things under the Earth and Moon. But never insult me as to call me something so ill-suited...as Humble.

Then kneel...

As the man kneels before Batibat at her throne, Batibat takes the time to stand and hum a chant of summonace as two skeletal death knights come forth to hear her call. As they two knights arrive through a black cloud of smoke to make their presence known, do the other lesser undead fall to their knees and bow to their glory.

Come forth those who watch! Come forth those who witness! Come forth those who have died! Come forth and take witness to another who wishes to carry out the bidding of the makers above. Look upon him my knights. Look upon him, descendants of the Undercity!

This man has sworn his fealty not only to me... but to the greatness that is the Undercity this day! He is a boon not only to me but to you... and with his very breath neither to be damned by he who he draws his prayers... If you truly mean what you say... if you truly mean to serve under the veil of the dead.. under the veil of ancient eldritch knowledge of the many who watch over us. Then bow your head to me and be knighted as a Champion of Temple of All-Seeing Eyes... As a champion of the Undercity!

I vow to champion the pursuit of all knowledge. And to be unbiased as to the source of that knowledge. I vow to champion the Undercity. I vow to protect the sanctity and the secrets of this Temple with my life, mind, body, and soul.

Let it be so... So let it be...

The death knights raise their swords, the chill of their blades electrocuting the hairs on the back of his neck, for a moment you think they truly will graze the hair on your head as they raise them and strike down with incredible precision... the process complete...

[Rain]

Within the region of Thunder's Ride rumor would likely spread of a hin leading a large division of undead towards the Feilds of the Dead... The women and her troop seem to have halted as a man baring the symbol of Myrkul on his cloak would race after the hin in question to gain her attention in hushed whispers of introductions...

The calming chime of a church bell echos throughout the Under-city yet again, as the loyal undead and inhabitant of the city venture forth towards the Temple of All-Seeing Eyes at the far end of the necropolis. Whails and moans follow in the step of the dead as the clergy robed in black and walking among-st the dead file into the Temple to take witness of the current events within. There is much excitement and curiosity inside the halls as the inhabitant would take witnesses of a new face who would stand before the High Priestess Batibat before kneeling upon her gaze of him.

Tell me new-bone... Why have you come to seek out my whisper and what does your audience here entail? Judging from the fact that you lack much exploration of this realm I suppose you have yet to find and converse with the many others of the faith...

It is not often to see a Necromancer... Most often people are assaulted for such deeds. Everyone chooses to attack or arrest the moment I utilize necromancy. Just moments ago a band of holier than thou wretches attacked me near the Crypts inside of the lords domain. I had looked everywhere for those of my faith... into the Underdark... The surface... You are the first I have found...

Tell me if you are attune to the dead who is it you serve?

Praise Myrkul, the Lord of Bones...

And why do you serve the lord of bones? What do you seek to gain from the gaze of the great death & undeath?

I see it as a means of glory most misunderstood or misdirected angst. People fear death, so they fear those that wield it. I see death as a tool for change. Myrkul is one for those traits. Mhm.. I wish to learn more. I do not pretend to understand enough. But it is hard the surface dwellers band together and assault prominent followers like myself.

Is there opportunity to learn more and meet more of our many? You are the first in many many times of exploration.. but it seems not quite vast enough of a search.

Hmm... If you wish to learn more then I will show you. However you are new to these lands and have yet to hear my whispers to those who seek to commune in death and undeath. This much is apparent... Here in the Under-city there are many others like you and me... Servents of the great lords of death and undeath, wanderlust, lost, forsaken and undead guardians walk these city streets in search of homes and loyalties. This place... This under-city is ancient... Old and necrotic full of Myrkul's gaze but not of Myrkul's control. We of the Temple seek to change that and bring this under-city into the glorious landscape it should be. Praise be the lord of Bones... Praise be the dead three... Praise be the lords of death and undeath...

Most often I am assaulted for my ways, and have found it best to avoid others with patience and cover. High Priestess... Something seems too aligned, or perhaps too far to chance. I haven't seen another of our kind here. Yet I found you so overtly. Did you have a telling I was out there?

Here within the Under-city you have nothing to fear from this... Like you we all suffer the same fate you do and are ridiculed and burdened for the path we have chosen. And now that fate has brought you to me I think it is time that you learned of ours ways... Once you do... No longer will you need to hide... no longer will you need to cover your devotion... no longer will you be the seeker. You will be a champion of our lord Myrkul under my gaze of him.

Tell me your name...

Balkoth...

Well... Balkoth... There is only one thing you must do now to submit your new legacy...






Bend... The... Knee...

[Rain]

The usual calming chime of the temple bell rings upon the under-city as the chime calls forth a new event that would take place in the Temple of All-Seeing Eyes. The usual gathering of undead and clergymen would pile into the temple as yet again a new face is seen in the temple as a stalwart dwarf bearing the symbol of Myrkul takes steps into the temple before standing front and center amongst all eyes and the eyes of the High Priestess Batibat, before the dwarf kneels and rises again to address himself.

Yet another comes forth to the Under-City and the grand temple before it... You bare the symbol of Myrkul, however... you have yet to claim your rites to the lord of bones Grimwald Dreadbearer. You bare his sigil and of course have shown me you have a kin-ship to his domain through you creation of his legion and his most holy of warriors. Your contribution to the path ahead is right here before you... Here in the under-city we seek to make a kingdom for the lord above. A true kingdom to showcase to the Lord Myrkul he is owned his respects with a glorious city of the dead.

You will aid in ascending this kingdom to greatness won't you?

I believe we have already contributed on that endeavor. We desecrated a shrine south of hilltop ruins in the name of Myrkul. A druidic shrine. A shrine of life.

Ahhh the shrine of the disgusting druidic culture.... The shrine of the All-Father Silvanus...

As glorious as it was. We were fortunate enough to witness the reaction of the shrines keeper.

This is good... you show more promise day by day. However Grimwald you have yet to join the city and the temple a-like yet in rites... If you wish to be granted my boons and blessing and allow me, the eye of Myrkul to witness onto you for the lord above to judge your task at hand through me.

There is only one thing you must do to submit your new legacy...





Bend... The... Knee...

Submit...

[Rain]

The calming chime of the temple bell would emit across the city streets once again calling forth the arrival of the High Priestess within the halls, this time in the company of two new faces. Followers of the temple and citizens of the city both of life and death come forth to take witness to the two new faces upon the temple as the High Priestess along toward her throne and silences any who would mutter and moan with a hand signal before addressing the two women before her.

Citizen's of the Under-city as you all know... The many lords above have been kind to us and showered us with bountiful gifts and promises. Today is no different as today the temple is graced with two new potential followers of the faith. These two sisters who hold the oath bound by Long Death and have come forth to give their devotion to the cause and grant upon us their aid and servitude toward the creation of a new bastion for those who seek a renewed salvation!

With that said, I have already seen their interest and judged their kinship, and they like many of you they are curious! They wish to know of the secrets that hide away in the very depths of bone and brittle and want to give their lives to a new cause worth fighting for!

I High Priestess Batibat Kok-Lir Kasdeya, approve of their curiosity as interest in the temple and the great City of Bones and because of this would also invite them into the temple as new-bones of the faith!

All they must do is...



Bend... The... Knee...

[Leramak]

Rumor had it that an old power has taken over the seat within the undercity in the absence of High priestess Batibat.
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"For two long have the dead fumbled around out of control. Order must be restored."

"Hear me servants of the temple. Heed my voice and bow to my will."

"I now hold power here and you all will lay subjugated before me. Disorder will not be tolerated."

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A large gathering was rumored to have happened as undead and other creatures from every corner of the undercity gathered together in unison.



Legions of Death knights, Skeletal soliders, Vampires and Mummy's, along with a Balor and even a dragon and other servants of the Temple of the All seeing eye were present and in service to this new power in the Undercity.
Rumor has it that this new power in the undercity not only has ties to Bane, Myrkul and Bhaal but there are whispers that she has pact to the Demon Lord Orcus as well and is aligned herself with Polvich in the past.

Anyone nearing the temple can see it crawling and overwhelmed with undead and there ilk. Many intelligent and aware of there surroundings, though they would not give chase to those coming to confirm or view the sight.

Rumor has it orders were given for all the forces to consolidate around and near the temple the army of undeath blocking the way into the temple for the time being.

Though this new ruler is just one of many who seek to control the undercity...


((Thank you DM Spartacus))

[Rain]

Rumor had it that an old power has taken over the seat within the undercity in the absence of High priestess Batibat.
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"For two long have the dead fumbled around out of control. Order must be restored."

"Hear me servants of the Temple. Heed my voice and bow to my will."

"I now hold power here and you all will lay subjugated before me. Disorder will not be tolerated."

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A large gathering was rumored to have happened as undead and other creatures from every corner of the undercity gathered together in unison.



Legions of Death knights, Skeletal soliders, Vampires and Mummy's, along with a Balor and even a dragon and other servants of the Temple of the All seeing eye were present and in service to this new power in the Undercity.
Rumor has it that this new power in the undercity not only has ties to Bane, Myrkul and Bhaal but there are whispers that she has pact to the Demon Lord Orcus as well and is aligned herself with Polvich in the past.

Anyone nearing the temple can see it crawling and overwhelmed with undead and there ilk. Many intelligent and aware of there surroundings, though they would not give chase to those coming to confirm or view the sight.

Rumor has it orders were given for all the forces to consolidate around and near the temple the army of undeath blocking the way for the time being.

Though this new ruler is just one of many who seek to control the undercity...

((Thanks DM spartacus))

A small hovering skull slowly floats into the temple approaching the new ruler amongst her throne. As it makes it's way directly infront of her the skulls mouth cracks open as the sound of Batibat's voice echos from within.

"Blessing of the three, upon you Morgan. I have heard news that someone had decided to step up and continue the great saga I had left behind. It is good to hear that person was someone I trusted to hold it firm. As you likely have already guessed I have returned home to my family in Chult and am seeking out my maze in mezro to walk and memorize it again. I will likely not return from this journey this time... but... if the stars do aligned we will meet again some years from now. For now however I wish to live amongst my family and past-long friends and hold my place here as a Mazewalker under Ubtao's holy temple in Mezro."

"You have my blessing as the new progressor of the Under-city now. Finish what I could not, and claim the streets of the Under-city for the great three who have seen potential in you since your birth-rite."

"Remember me, for all it takes is a letter and I shall come to the under-cities defense in a heart-beat."

~ High Priestess of Ubtao, Batibat Kok-Lir Kasdeya ~

The hovering skull soon crumbles into dust after the pre-recorded message.

[All Seeing Eyes]

Rumors abound of a large undead force moving into the Greypeaks


Roars of a Red Dragon could be heard throughout the mountain range as it would fight with the fire giants until it came across the undead force.

It was rumors that the Dragon was slain by unconventional means as its skin disintegrated until there was nothing left but bone as the earth shook from the vile magic channeled into it.


In it's place stood a Dracolich that was seemingly made in a matter of minutes. Shortly after it would take flight though its destination could not be discerned



The force would continue up the mountain slaying the Balor that rested atop before descending the army disappearing as quickly as it rose.

[Leramak]

Over the last few weeks many have come to the temple and pledged themselves to its Queen.



More and more undead seem to gather under the temples banner all ready to defend the temple.

[Leramak]

More would come from far and wide to join the ranks of the Temple.

The bell tolling as they would make there pledges to the temple and its goals.

[SpookySkeleton]

A man in armor and a red-robed Deathbringer would appear suddenly before the front doors to the temple. The Deathbringer looked worse for the wear, blood caked on her arms and a haggard look on her face. They would exchange words before the armed man walked off into the undercity. The Deathbringer was clearly upset with something the man said, but turned and entered the temple.

That night a light could be seen from her study, she had withdrawn many of the old tomes that lie within the temple, shooing away any business that could be put off until later. As she ventured from her study to gather more tomes it could be seen that her look of fury had been replaced by a look of measured determination.

[DangerMouse2]

A tall slender figure clad in dark armor with red trim, she would set about her duty, commanding a regiment of the undead to mine the Undercity, gathering stones and building materials for the Temple.


Having issued her commands, she would set about another task, to find the vampire brood that lurks about the Undercity. But the Undercity is vast... countless tunnels and passages in its unearthly darkness are uncharted, unexplored... many souls trapped in undeath linger there...


And they seek to feast on the warmth of the living.

[SpookySkeleton]

From the temple words seemingly amplified by magic could be heard cutting through the nearby passageways of the undercity.

I DO NOT PERMIT YOU TO DIE

Immediately afterward, an explosion of arcane light, blue red and green, was seen emanating from one wing of the temple. A rumble followed in kind. The shrewd arcanist would easily identify such as a sort of arcane feedback.