EDM Creative Post - Post Lucky Star: The Pending Future

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EDM Creative Post - Realm Space


The image before the enemy replayed itself, over and over again...

The image of heroes banding together to appease a vile goddess..
The valor and success woven by adventurers..
A goddess refortified, and healthier for it no doubt..

Among the sea of stars so far away, the great nemesis that is Eschaton watches and roars in anger.

A nearby moon is destroyed from the rage of the howl alone..

From so far away, its eyes watch-on in ever calculating ire.

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A different planet was assaulted. The heroes within, their gods, were no more. No more life.

Gravity from the larger entity that was on the slow approach rendered continents into a gradual torn frenzy as the lull of the dooming presence began to affect the basic physics of this damned world.

It didn't help that the gods of this world were murdered. Perhaps there might have been a chance? The followers were all slaughtered. No deity had the power to upkeep a resistance.

There were no survivors. No heroes here. The people of this world were subject to genocide, and swiftly, by Eschaton's Herald. "The Angel of Apocalypse," others elsewhere may coin in the cosmos.

We settle upon the post feasting of a planet after a large enough mouth consumed a world & finished its chewing, and glutenous inhale upon this poor planetary prey.

The entity moved ahead through the Great Void that is Realmspace.

The "surface" of the antagonist seemed to move with a gray and black oceanic wave/shift. These waves were sentient things that neither cared for food, water, or energy of any kind. Mindless soldiers that clung onto Eschaton. Three large eyestalks were of note above this entity that could be described, and two yellow eyes looked at you. The being very much resembled the stuff of nightmares: a beholder, so large it exceeded the mass of most planets.

It looked towards Toril- to you. It spoke deep, low, with a trembling graveling tone, and monologed hauntingly to itself as the entity considered.

So you have finally died: The one who got away. I know not your antics but you are like all other deities: meant to be devoured before my presence. You have damned this new world you tried to hide upon, Lucky. I see it has many deities requiring death.

My herald, end all life on this world known as Toril, and prepare for my coming. I am death, I am the deconstruction of unworthy gods, and I erase vaults. I am coming to Toril, and nothing can stop me.

With that our antagonist from far beyond begins to shift its energy and begins its cosmic journey.