In the now OOC ‘Forgotten Hells’ thread, Sorgoth wrote:
A thing of shadow, with spike-tipped tentacles coming out in pairs at four spots along his back, hellish red eyes and no nose walked into the room, and stumbled. Sorgoth saw his clawed fingers dissapear and be replaced by a charred skeletal hand, then, a moment later, to be replaced by the flowing, tar blackness that was his skin. He had almost escaped life. Almost. But once again, he had failed. He shivered, and breathed out mist. He himself was affected by the cold he radiated. He had been reading a book, lately. For the past 50 years or so. The thing is, the book always seemed to contain more things to read...it was all he thought about, exept for death. It suffused his mind, warped his thoughts, changed his outlook on what little world he had.
He soundlessly walked on three toed feet to the pedestal where he placed the book. He opened it, and was thrilled that there was something new in it. Today it read: Life...such a foolish thing. Is it not? Sorgoth nodded his head in agreement. It truly is a pain. Don't you want to save others from this pain that is life? Sorgoth nodded again. Ink appeared on the page, writing new things in front of his eyes. It had never done this before. He smiled, revealing razor sharp teeth. Good. Today is the day you've been preparing for, Sorgoth. Today you leave Home. Today you help cleanse the world of the dirty thing that is Life. You must kill her minions, Sorgoth. You must save us all from her false saviorhood. Even they are ignorant of her power. We must free them from her. Do you remember the door? Go to it. You can open it now. Sorgoth, in apparent glee, ran to the old wooden door and flung it open.
Outside was a maelstorm of whirling energies, something no sane person should see. Sorgoth had lost sanity long ago. Before going, he took the book with him, and jumped into the whirling cosmos. He had also lost fear.
He landed roughly on the hard dirt road, causing him to grunt. Sleepily, he opened his eyes and screeched. The light! It was blinding! It was evil, this light in the sky. It would have to go if he was to live here. He had read about this in the Book. Tears of pain froze on his face, then were lost in his shifting skin. With unsteady steps and clutching the Book to his chest, he proceeded to find the nearest family of farmers and slay them. The book comforted him as he did it. It rewarded him for good behavior, he realised. He would have to work hard.
OOC:This is set in magical times, so try to refrain from the guns and attack helicopters and stuff like that. Its set on an earth-like planet named Eos, which supports a large variety of life and does not have seasons (its straight up). So...RP away! (Magic is fairly common here)
As the days turned into weeks, Sorgoth’s bloody journey continued. Unrest grew in the surrounding countryside, as tales spread of whole families found slaughtered in their beds, around their hearths, or at work in the fields. No one, it seemed, was safe, and none had ever seen the beast that caused this unspeakable destruction. Patrols and hunting parties were of no avail; those that returned alive reported only tracks that made no sense, and dogs that refused to follow what few trails could be found.
At about this time a man appeared in the lands, journeying from village to village apparently at random. He was past the prime of his life but of sturdy build, and carried a walking stick which many began to claim to be a wizard’s staff. When confronted with such assertions he merely smiled with snow-white teeth and shook his head. Always his message was the same.
I have come from my own lands because I learned of a darkness which was plaguing yours. I do not know if I can free you from this enemy by myself, but I shall do all that I can. I beg of you to hold firm and stand bravely, for I fear that the presence of this darkness shall awaken others, either from the worlds beyond your own or within the hearts of some who already call these lands home. There are always heroes in times such as this, but what is often forgotten is that evil begets evil. I pray of you, fall not into the trap of despair which surrounds this vile slayer, for that way lies a darkness deeper than the eternal twilight of the lands of the dead.
After learning all that he could from the inhabitants of each village, the wanderer always moved on, sometimes stopping at lonely farmhouses for the night, seemingly tempting fate but never managing to correctly predict which place of rest might bring him at last face to face with that which he hunted.
(In case it wasn’t clear, bold text is meant to be narration. And obviously, despite the newcomer’s speech [which I summarized and dramatized for effect], there will be those who become touched by the darkness. Feel free to pose as one of them; it will certainly make for a more interesting RP than if it’s just “the world vs Sorgoth!” )