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Post by Grimnir Gurnison on Jan 3, 2020 12:02:34 GMT -5
In the dark of night a man in dark robes trimmed in purple is bent over carrying a heavy burlap sack into the Bramblewood. He stops near a clearing, places the sack on the forest floor, and unties the opening. Slowly little bloody furred squirrels and rabbits emerge ambling and half hopping out of the sack. Their glazed over eyeballs look up at the man and he says, “Go forth my children and suckle upon the proverbial teat of this wood and nearby town. Show your papa that his experiments will bear fruit in the future.”
As they scamper off in various directions the man walks away sighing and says to himself, “It’s so hard when children grow up and leave the nest.”
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Post by Bellarai on Jan 4, 2020 10:33:17 GMT -5
A form lays under a large tree in the Bramblewood seemingly sleeping. It's furred ears twitch slightly before one green eye opens to survey the surrounding wood. With a toothy yawn the white wolf stands and stretches. She lazily looks into the woods before noticing some movement in the underbrush. She yips in surprise as a bloody squirrel clawed it's way up the tree next to her. Too tired to deal with rabid squirrels she wanders deeper into the Bramblewood.
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Post by grivel on Jan 5, 2020 16:10:07 GMT -5
An eagle flies high over the Bramblewood, keeping a sharp eye on the ground below. Something does not feel right, but she cannot explain the feeling. She spots a bloody squirrel in a tree and assumes it had been attacked by a predator, but the feeling still remains. Slowly she makes a lazy turn and heads back towards the King's Forest.
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Post by Grimnir Gurnison on Jan 14, 2020 21:42:39 GMT -5
On a hill in the Bramblewood in the dark of night a purple robed man arranges a bunch of bone bats around the base of the hill. He cackles with laughter as the bone bats slowly move about. As the moon is positioned directly overhead he shouts, “Fly my pretties! FLY!” and thrusts his hands toward the sky dramatically.
After a couple minutes of seeing the bone bats fly clumsily into the air he turns and stalks down the hill into the wood muttering, “Well that was anticlimactic.”
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Post by DM Sauron on Jan 15, 2020 0:56:47 GMT -5
*A brave band of Greatgaunt adventurers is said to have battled several Bonebats in the southernmost section of the Bramblewoods. After intense fighting, the adventurers were able to successfully rescue a local female villager. Additionally, the Hin merchant of Shallybook called Friederik was brought back to life with the aid of a scroll of Raise Dead. All of the vicious Bonebats have been defeated and tranquility has returned to the Bramblewood once again.*
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Post by Grimnir Gurnison on Jan 18, 2020 11:44:45 GMT -5
A rotting squirrel crawls into a dark cave and approaches a dirty purple robed man sitting upon a stool made of flesh and bone milking a decomposing cow. The man occasionally squirts a stream of milk and pus into the mouth of a decaying goblin lying on the ground beneath the putrid udder. The squirrel approaches the man and licks his hand in deference. “What news have you my child?” a cracking voice asks.
The putrid critter claws its way up to the man’s ear and utters something in harsh tones. As it does bile and maggots emerge from its mouth. The necromancer chuckles, pats the minion’s head, and says, “This is only the beginning. War wizards and others have bothered me for too long. Madness, disease, and undeath will run rampant across these lands soon.”
He looks down at the goblin, smiles, and says, “Drink deep my babe. You want to get nice and strong for your father,” before squirting another stream of pus filled milk into the goblin’s mouth cackling all the while.
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Post by Bellarai on Jan 19, 2020 8:25:36 GMT -5
A white wolf wanders through the Bramblewood with two dire wolves following behind her. She sniffs the wind before sniffing the ground, curling her lip in disgust. The forest had taken on a certain putrid stench. When in her gnome form she thought she smelled something off but with the sharp senses of her wolf form she got the full brunt of decay assaulting her nostrils. A sense of foreboding over came Bellarai as she followed the patrol path she had made through the Bramble. The dire wolves behind her were more on edge than usual and seemed to be scanning the forest as they walked. Bella tried to focus most of her attention on the scent trying to track it but the scent paths crisscrossed so much she couldn't pick one out to follow. With a huff she and her dire wolves made their way to the druid of the forest to see if he could tell her more and to roll in his herb garden. She had to get this rotten scent out of her fur before going back to Greatgaunt.
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Post by Grimnir Gurnison on Jan 23, 2020 22:07:15 GMT -5
In the dark of night deep in the Bramblewood a bent figure of a man in dark purple robes erects a treelike thing. Instead of bark it has wrinkled rotting skin and branch like structures made of bone and flesh look to beckon at those nearby. The man chuckles, utters dark words, and gestures menacingly at it. Bursts of negative energy pour into the foul creation and the land it sits upon. Various holes gape open and soon find themselves housing putrid rabbits and squirrels. A disturbing mouth proclaims the glory of the new master of the Bramblewood and the glory of the night’s sun that he is heralding. The robed figure strokes the flesh of his foul creation lovingly before wandering off into the shadows.
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Post by Grimnir Gurnison on Jan 28, 2020 19:31:50 GMT -5
The shadows within a cave in the Bramblewood twisted and cavorted around the purple robed man as the moon rose high overhead outside. One of the shades caressed his arm. He looked at it smiling and spoke, “The time is now my friends. Find that miserable druid that roams this wood and tell him the dark sun is rising. His time is done. I am the master of this wood now. If he comes to me on bent knee I will accept his service. However, if he doesn’t I won’t give him a peaceful death. Oh no! He shall join my growing grove of flesh and bone trees. He will serve as an example to all of the taint that is growing and his mouth will proclaim my glory to the lands above and below for all to hear! Go now.”
A dismissive wave came as he finished speaking and the shadows fled the cave traveling throughout the forest. A crazed cackle reverberated within the cave as dark glowing eyes of filth encrusted zombie plague rats watched their master and began crawling into tunnels spreading decay, disease, and doom into the earth.
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Post by Grimnir Gurnison on Feb 1, 2020 18:34:22 GMT -5
As the moon shined bright over the Bramblewood the purple robed man addressed his undead children before him. “My lovely children,” the man spoke to the horde, “The Bramblewood is ours! However, we shall not rest with this great victory. Oh no. Your father has foreseen our great destiny. We must impress the powers now and turn all of the this wood and its land sour. We shall offer up sacrifices to them. Go forth into the night. Go to Skull Crag and drag children from their warm beds so they’ll perish in the cold snow proclaiming the greatness of Auril. Go to Valkur’s Roar and drown children on the waterfront and give Umberlee our thanks. Bring me babies from the farmers of Greatgaunt when none are looking and let me infect them with the diseases of Talona and those that perish? I’ll reform into more brothers and sisters for you my lovelies in the name of Velsharoon. Go forth and let us show the dark powers our love.”
As the man turned to face a bone and flesh tree, large putrid plague rats scurried forth squeezing into burrows and tunnels with pus filled blisters exploding as they rub against the ground and walls. Zombified bats and owls flew slowly into the sky. Shadows sank into the ground traveling unseen. Other creations shambled off into the dark of the wood. The man hoisted up a pulsing slimy silken sac onto one of the branches of the flesh tree and tied it up. Touching the sac gently he said, “You will soon bring horror to all that don’t fall in line and join us my dear sweet daughter.”
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Post by Grimnir Gurnison on Feb 9, 2020 7:39:21 GMT -5
The purple robed man was hunched over her as she sat upon the dirt floor in front of him. Slowly he combed out wet coagulated bits of matter from her matted hair as a lullaby was hummed by the chair of flesh that he sat upon. He put a hand on each of her shoulders, kissed her head, and said gently, “Dear sweet daughter, my masterpiece, soon it will be time for you to leave daddy. I will be very sad because I’ll miss you. However, that’s what children do... leave the nest and make their parents proud.. I do plan on visiting and will send your brothers and sisters to help you. After all I don’t want anything bad to happen to my sweet baby. Daddy wants you to go to the Mistwood and begin making the land as sour there as I’ve been making the Bramblewood. I’d suggest finding yourself a man there, maybe a bandit king, and bend him and his band to your whims. Soon enough I expect you’ll make me a grandpa and I’ll be so happy and proud of you as will be the dark powers. Some of my babies, your brothers and sisters, have been slain so it’s up to you right now to spawn fast and true. Bring my glorious taint to the Mistwood. When that happens more will flock to us. We will sculpt them as the powers wish in their honor. We will not be stopped. The Mistwood will be mine as the Bramblewood is now. The land is ripe and sour as it should be for the dark harvest will be greater than it ever has been. Go and know that your daddy loves you so very much.”
Plague rats swollen with disease scurried under the woman’s rotting dress as the old man gave her a kiss on the top of her head. A long slobber covered tongue crawled up the man’s arm as he spoke words of power channeling negative energy into her. Shadows drew closer so that they could feed on their father’s might. Chuckles of madness echoed within the cave as he fed his daughter and other children.
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Post by Grimnir Gurnison on May 21, 2020 13:51:56 GMT -5
The farmer was finishing his chores as night approached swiftly. Then he saw the purple robed man. The robed fellow greeted him saying, “Good evening! I’ve decided to start meeting my neighbors and thought I’d start with you. I’ve decided to help the hard working folk such as yourself because the crown is so occupied with loving the orcish filth that ravage the countryside and the druids would see you all die For hunting for food or cutting wood for warmth. However, as the Lord of the Bramblewood, I take my duty to help my fellow man quite seriously. So if you have any problems you just let me know. I’ve set up a special area of the forest to help heal any hurt or dying people. The gods and goddesses that empower me allow me to cure any hurt, disease, or even death itself. It’s my hope that we can live in harmony and that you share in the bounty of the Bramblewood with me. Perhaps you might do me a favor and spread the word amongst the others living nearby. I would never expect such a task to be done for free though so take this bag of lions. There should be 2,000 in there to help you. I have to go now as it’s coming close to my time of holy prayer and meditation. Do visit me and send any that are in need of aid.”
The farmer was speechless as the purple robed many tossed a sack down at his feet with shiny gold coins spilling from it. He rushed to gather them up and as he looked up the purple robed man was gone.
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Post by Grimnir Gurnison on Jul 11, 2021 10:21:58 GMT -5
A purple robed man sat in his cave stroking the rotting fur of a giant plague rat as a strange mist coalesced next to his right ear. “Yes little sister I know I haven’t made myself known for some time. Your demise and the disappearance of my daughter has distracted me. However, soon it’ll be time to send forth the horde of my lovely babies here into the deep dirt under the forests and cities,” he said softly to the mist. The mist flickered with a dark red glow. The man responded, “Patience little sister. I was here long before most of these supposed heroes and will be here long after. Adventurers are terribly predictable.”
He got up and walked to a deeper part of the cave as the mist followed and swirled about him. A drow woman chained to the wall with gaunt rotten flesh covered goblins suckling upon her flayed toes groaned softly. “See, little sister? Plans within plans. When it’s time the adventuring fools will find this one and her friends and blame them for the foulness I spread throughout the Bramblewood and soon the nearby cities. I’m sure the druids will join the throng as well seeking to purify the wood and all that woodsy stuff. They’ll go down into the dark to stop the drow doing so much of my work for me. I can hardly wait, but patience is a virtue. As they all fall I will begin a harvest the likes of which has not been seen in some time,” he told the mist calmly before licking a tear off of his captive’s cheek.
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Post by Grimnir Gurnison on Sept 15, 2021 20:47:43 GMT -5
The man in dark purple robes roamed the Bramblewood in the dark of night with a strange mist following. He looked up at the night sky and spotted a shooting star. Sighing softy he spoke, “Oh I wish I may. I wish I might. Soon see my sadly missing daughter this night.”
The mist rose about him lights sparkling in the moonlight. He addressed it, “No no little sister I have no idea where my daughter is at this moment. My minions told me she was out and about, but I find myself sad for they grow up so quick. What’s a man like me to do? Oh yes! Now I remember.”
He reaches into his robes and begins pulling zombified rats out of his pockets and flings them throughout the wood. “Spread your gifts my minions,” he shouts and then reaches into a satchel at his side and pulls forth a zombified squirrel that he tosses high up onto a tree. Then the purple robed man proceeds to skip off into the dark laughing.
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Post by appleseedy on Sept 16, 2021 3:06:32 GMT -5
A young woman roams the bramble wood by night. She sniffs the air and shudders softly. "what is happening in my woods?" she mutters softly too herself. "Is she come to stalk our prey in their sleep?". With an ambiguous smile she continues on her way, perhaps trying to track this purple robed necromancer, perhaps follow his minions...
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Post by Marriah on Sept 16, 2021 15:56:53 GMT -5
Yen rummages through parts of the Brambles, looking to collect mushrooms and other fungi. She hopes to find something that may help cure an ill friend.
Every once in a while the she smells a foul odor of decay and mold. She looks around each time the odor is detected, but sees nothing.
Shrugging, she continues her search.
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Post by miigwech on Sept 18, 2021 11:19:59 GMT -5
*Runa's regular patrols through the Bramblewoods both on the ground and in the trees has her picking up the odor of taint. She diligently searches for signs of its origins, examining plant and animal alike for what may be the cause.*
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Post by Raven on Sept 18, 2021 20:22:27 GMT -5
*Runa's regular patrols through the Bramblewoods both on the ground and in the trees has her picking up the odor of taint. She diligently searches for signs of its origins, examining plant and animal alike for what may be the cause.* There are many trails that lead to similar corruptions of the forest. Some are easy to follow, other you catch only the briefest of signs. Of promenence there is one of large spikes being driven down into the earth. The pattern is not unlike what an insect of huge size might create but the creature has a great mass. The tracks lead to one of the dead trees. The sap black and oozing like the others. The tracks then vanish as if a gaint bird had snatched the enitity from the earth. The second two trails are cunning and difficult if not impossible to follow for long. The first is made by someone with excellent woodcraft. You would have missed this trail completely save it ended near a fawn. The poor beast was dead and then subjected re-animated by a dark powers. You mercifully released the spirit of the deer from its unnatural bondage. The second trail was the same yet different. Again made by those who know the ways of the forest. There was tracks simular to the ones that created the first deer abomination. There is evidence of a second trail here though. Made by another, one who ripped the deer into tattered bloody fragments. The strength and rage required for this feat was staggering. Also while the tracks made by the entity who render the deer were faint, they bore an impression of wrongness.
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