The All-Seeing Eyes [RP]

[Rain]

The journey was as long and as harsh as she remembered as every stepped reeked with the sour smell of sewer water and trash. Through soft steps and gentle prayers Batibat slowly traversed her way through the ancient crypts in attempts to find her once beloved refuge of the past. . . For many hours she traced back her memory taking turn after turn of the maze that thwarted her venture. As she sought after her divine sight for guidance of the great maze soon enough the dreadful smell of piss and manure slowly morphed into the sweet aroma of flesh and bone.

The tight corridors of the crypts slowly ebbed outward as the dimmed lights of the great necropolis dawned in the horizon. Stunned by it's beauty and tired from the journey of traveling, Batibat's brisk step turned to a slow walk as all the memories of her past work on the ancient city slowly flowed back into her mind. As she walked the streets of the great under-city she looked upon everything as she made her way towards her destination. Her heavy nostalgia quickly gave way to an old feeling of determination as she oversaw the many broken buildings and crumbled walls of the great under-city.

"There is still much work to be done. . ."

As she made her way towards the central part of the great city she stopped and raised her head to bare witness to her former refuge, the Temple of All-Seeing Eyes. With a brisk step and a head held high she slowly opened the door to the temple breathing in the strong scent of the dead that lied within. With the nostalgia heavy on her shoulder and the wariness of her long travel it took her time to walk down the halls of the great temple and sit upon her once glorious throne. She smiled as she did, happy to see everything had come back into place.



And with one single word, she continued the saga. . .

"Rise."

As she spoke the dreaded words of the damned, did servants of dead answer her call and rise from ashes as skeletal knights and servants.

"Ring the Bell."

A ghastly apparition slowly turned at the order and walked up the tower stairs towards the church bell within the high tower of the Temple. With a light tug of the tattered rope the church bell chimed. .

The city was silent until the smoothing sound of a soft church bell rang emitting a calming chime around the Undercity tonight. The bell's rhythm was slow and soft but as it rang did the voices of the dead moan and wail in symphony to it's chime, and so did the Undercity come to life once again.

[Rain]

The doors to the temple of All-Seeing Eyes open once more as small division of bone-guards slowly march their way in escorting two walkers in their step. The bone-guards soon enough position themselves in a protective formation around the temple standing idle as a Batibat takes her step towards the throne in the center of the great temple. With a soft plop onto the throne Batibat's head lifts to address the other mortal in the room as her skeletal guards shift their vision with a crack and creek of their heads towards the individual in question.

The women steps forward with light steps towards the High Priestess Batibat and after introductions light chatter and silent whispers and exchanged between the two.

[Rain]

The under-city seems rather lively tonight as the sound of mundane tools upon dirt and stone cascades through-out the ruined city. 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 solmly 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. Like a hive-mind the dead seem to work in unison with not a single soul out of place of the many cogs that turn the wheel of reconstruction.

[Rain]

Another cave-mist night would loom through-out the ruined necropolis of the Under-City. Aside from the sound of the usual hammer and nail mixed with the a symphony of moaning undead, the city is rather quiet as the lights upon the many halls and streets hue of dim and dull lights that would barely keep the city streets a-lit for any mere mortal. The bliss of sooth and silence is however broken soon enough, as the church bell within the center of the city rings it's ever-dreary chime causing some of the undead laborers around the city to make their way towards it's inviting call. The chime of church bell could only mean one thing at such an hour. . . A old visitor has taken steps within the city and has called forth a meeting with the All-Seeing Eye within. As the doors to the temple open to welcome the new guest the head of a hin sitting upon a small make-shift throne would lift to meet her as a visiting army of undead would march into the temple taking up a defensive position around both their master and the High Priestess within.





Light-toned words soon hum about the temple walls as the two mortals conversed in hushed speech-craft. The temple seemed rather lively as the two undead armies converged within neither hostile nor friendly towards one another just yet. The meeting took up some time as many hours had gone by, each hour speaking of new questions and and given answers. The undead laborers outside of the temple with eyes looming into the halls from the temple doors waited, listening with anticipation to the agreements ahead.

Only after many hours did the chatter within the temple halls finally cease as the temple bell is soon rung again and the undead within the city moan in cheers to the recent occurrences.

A large division of undead soon leaves the temple in earnest alongside a small hin of whom they would encircle defensively. Soon enough the patrol would venture forward into the city and make their round as usual with a gleeful pep to their step. As now within the temple another voice echo's commands of reformation to the undead still within temple as they also would make ranks and walk into the cities streets aiding in the control of the hostile undead still lurking the streets.

[Leramak]

Omodaious. A Fierce and loyal undead Lieutenant of the Lich Queen now roams the Undercity. Animating the bones of all that fall upon him and gaining control of all the dead that roam aimlessly. Putting them to work patroling, defending and cleaning up the undercity. He could be seen assisting Batibat with any task she deemed necessary.

[MeatLover]

A few members of The Iron Company entered the sewers late last night and made their way down into the Undercity, once they came upon the temple that they had been hired to trash they quickly took care of the hostile within it and then proceeded to toss alchemist fire all over the place, knocking over benches and lamps, poured oil on the banners of the walls before lighting them on fire as well.



Once they were satisfied with their work they were met by a large force of powerful undead, the Captain of The Iron Company Corey Larsco took a proper beating and only with the help of his Lieutenant Maya, was able to make his way out alive.

[Rain]

A few members of The Iron Company entered the sewers late last night and made their way down into the Undercity, once they came upon the temple that they had been hired to trash they quickly took care of the hostile within it and then proceeded to toss alchemist fire all over the place, knocking over benches and lamps, poured oil on the banners of the walls before lighting them on fire as well.



Once they were satisfied with their work they were met by a large force of powerful undead, the Captain of The Iron Company Corey Larsco took a proper beating and only with the help of his Lieutenant Maya, was able to make his way out alive.

A voice of a hin is heard getting closer and closer to the temple some time after the carnage.

"There is still time for that later for now I think we sho-"

The voice of the halfling stops as the doors of the temple open and showcase to her the scene that has taken place within . . . After a brief pause a light chuckle is given as steps are taken within the battered and charred temple littered with undead corpses.

"I didn't know they let kids dungeoneer these days. . . Damn vandals. . . "

Batibat looks over her shoulder to the shadowy figure hidden out of plain sight.

"See to it that the workers get to cleaning this mess up. . . And find out what rascals decided throw a lovers after-party in here. . ."

[Rain]

Business seems to be picking up within the Temple of All-Seeing Eyes as the temple bell chimes marking another new visitor to it's sacred grounds. Within the temple a large amount of negative energy churns with a hum, and whispers of darker deeds dance around it's cobblestone foundations. After a while the temple doors open once more as the dead gather to take witness to these new events and their high priestess arrives through a mirrored dimensional passage-way near her throne to greet the new visitor.



The air around the temple would seem quite bi-polar as the presence of two great powers collide in understanding and speech-craft, seemingly over something more then might and magic but instead, over an item of great power. . .

Non the less the back and forth between the hin and the masked man would go on for quite some time ending in a conclusion of traded promises and traded powers.



A portal door would open as the departure of the masked figure marked the end of the meeting, and out through another portal the beginning of another as the High Exarch and the High Priestess would share words and wisdoms on the recent occurrences.


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// Thank you DM Anansi, for the mini event. //

[Leramak]

Omodaious would be busy at work over the last few days. A standing army would now Garrison the undercity all under the control of the Lich Queen as he would command them. He would have them stand at attention waiting for Batibat to give him the word.

[MeatLover]

Another night another sight of aggression towards the Temple, several flasks of alchemist fire has been tossed around the temple, scorch marks in the stones, burned benches and whatever else could have caught on fire has been set aflame. This time not only has alchemist fires been tossed but also paint, the walls and the floor both covered in red paint at places.

[Rain]

"I remember back when it was only us High Exarch. . ."

"Indeed, how far we have come. . . "

"This is no small feat, I assure you and our cause is a noble one. Regardless of what others may say. . ."

"Oh yes. There will be great things to come. . ."

"With our great achievements comes even greater responsibly. . . An even greater power. . ."

"Power. . . Over. . . The. . . Dead. . ."

The words flash over and over in Batibat's head as she sits motionless in deep mediation through conducting a steady divination in search of the wise words of Ubtao on recent events. . . Through her deep tranquility the visions of her many accomplishments, triumphs and trials cloud her mind as she enters a dream-state of her memory. . .

A memory of the Temple of All-Seeing Eyes.

Marching and plaguing the hearts of proud Fire Giants with fear for those who did not bend the knee. . .







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The sound of breathing finally breaks Batibat's trance. . . She would seem dazed and confused at first as she wobbles from a sitting to a standing position. Her eyes slowly rise looking straight up towards the eyes who seem to look straight through her. The eye of it as sharp as the very teeth and a presence as frightful as the many faces of dead ancestors that haunt her dreams every night. Her eyes match his and for quite some time they lock in a battle of will. It would seem as if time had stood still neither one of them batting an eye or tensing a single muscle. . .

Finally the silence is broken as the soft voice of Batibat echos from her corporal form. . .




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


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// Thank you DM Anansi, for the mini event. //

[Rain]

A walker amongst the undead . . . yet . . . neutral to the art of death before him. . . You seem not a dungeoneer. . . But a listener of my whispers. . .

I have heard some rumors. . .

Rumors. . . There are many rumors for many things, yet you seem to be seeking something specific. . . Something more then answers. . .

My order is very old and the questions we have are endless. . .

I see you and I are bound by something more then patience judging from this. . . I can sense the corrupted Ki within us. . . Is this truth?

I am not here to lure or lie , I am looking for a guide in an endless quest and i have many questions. . .

Then you have been beacon-ed to the right place. . . To me. . . For in undeath there are many who have seen the world since the dawn of time. . .

Questions left unanswered only lead to deadly interest and curiosity can be a fatal poison. . . Let your questions be heard and my answers listened.

For I am. . .

The All-Seeing Eye.

[Rain]

The air was frigid and cold, as snow laid a heavy blanket of Auril's tears along the great slopes of the Cloud-peak mountains. Each step gave off a light crunch of the snow beneath their feet as their breaths sent forth confirmations of the chilling climate they marched upon that very day. The journey was long and hard but the hardest part of it was yet to be accomplished as they trekked upward of the mountain of the cloud-peaks with a sheer determination to see to it their deed was done. Behind the suddle footsteps of two mere mortals, their quiet steps upon snow would be masked by the terrifying march of undeath and demon that walked within their stead. There was no watcher here, no spectators and no one to turn back to once their feet were in the thick of Auril's embrace. The only one who was witnessing this journey now, was her and she would be the one that dictated the speed of which their task within her domain was done. Non the less, all odds were against them. . . Battling the freezing cold of the mountain. . . Fending off winter yeti's, frost drakes, and cold blooded trolls. . . Marching through blizzards of hail and ice and avalanches that would have many see their lives blink before their eyes. Through all of this chaos. . . They simply kept marching. . . As if death itself had already beaconed them with the sweet blissful kiss of undeath, where nay nothing would condemn them to a worst fate then simply allowing their will to fade and leave their task they had set before them unfinished.

Finally after many hours of battling the harsh climate of the mountain did they come forth and witness the beginning of what could be the end. . .

The mouth of the cave, where the Great Elder Dragon of Winter is content in her slumber. . .



With heavy hearts and even heavier steps, the group continued on. . .

Within the cave the air had only grown more and more chilling then the frigid snow filled air that danced outside the cavern. Despite this the group was too determined to leave, as their sheer will-power pressed them forward awaiting their fate within. It did not take long before they were happened upon by dragon-guard who were here no doubt but to guard the great winged elder within. With sheer might and determination did the two parties collide in battle as the dead who walked began to fall in number to their strength and magical ability. Non the less the army of the dead kept marching and through the deaths of the dragon-guard risen a-new as more fodder to the frigid flame that was yet to come.

After even many more hours of battle after battle with the dragon-guard did the army of undeath finally make it to their destination. Within the heart of the cavern upon the spear-top mountain did the first sign of their enemy grace their ear, as the heavy echo of a terrifying threat bounced off the cavern walls within. In mere moments after turning a corner to reveal a large open nest did the grace of the Elder Dragon of Winter dawn upon them. It's wings outstretched and it's head held high over-looking the small insignificant dead and their leaders who tainted it's very home with desecration. . .

A horrifying roar boomed across the cave knocking skeleton upon skeleton off balance and into ice pillars and cavern walls alike. This marked the beginning of the great battle. . .

The numbers of the undead dwindled in the blink of an eye and only two were left standing to fight for their lives against all odds. . .





The two of them would work in harmony with each-other as Batibat took up the front of battle. With quickness, speed and grace she danced around the blows of the Winged Elder with fascinating efficiency. The Dragon would have done all it could to catch her as it attempted to bite, stomp and huff frigid breaths of winters touch upon her. Through all of this Batibat had standed tall as she continued to slide underneath, around and leap above the dragons attacks with lightning fast Ki Steps. Towards the rear Julius Baptise laid down volley after volley of heavy acidic beams and bombs. The dragons scales could not resist the hell-fire that came blasting from his finger tips, corroding scale after scale of the dragon's protective pelt.

Minutes seemed like hours. . . Hours seemed like days. . . and days seems like weeks as the battle continued on for god knows how long, likely sending after-shocked of battle cascading through the cloud-peaks mountains.

As the sun rose to grace the morning with Lathander's light, did the shriek of the Great Elder Dragon mark the triumph of those who had come to best her.

Toppled and helpless did she lie upon the ground, as the very words of an ant of a hin in the eyes of the Elder Dragon echo in it's ear that would determine it's fate.

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

[Rain]

A loud rhythmic sound of marching can be heard coming from the Fields of the Dead under the veil of the night sky. The marching stomp of flesh and bone only grow more and more loud as time goes on. For some days now some might have noticed the strange whisper of magic echoing from the fields, as well as the heavy pulse of negative energy cascading from the fields itself.

Rumor might spread that locals might have spotted large forces of undead soldiers marching in formation within the fields under a banner of a symbol of a beholder. As more and more time had passed the rumors would only grow more and more, speaking of the marching skeletal army only growing in number as they fall in line behind the brisk pace of a small halfling women in dark attire.

As of this morning, the undead in question who had gathered ranks behind this mysterious leading hin had vanished along with the hin herself.




Banner Held By the Dead:

[Avanos]

A business agreement reached.