@the_league_of_shadows: Thanks man!
The League of Shadows (Eradicated)
@_reynard_ said:
Who's currently leading the League?
@ali_sani_bashir said:
Ha!
In the blooming courtyard of the esoteric sanctum known as the Brick, a ring of darkened disciples knelt in perfect unison and practiced meditative harmony. Their hooded heads remained low, their cloaked flowing robes and garb concealed their limited yet efficient armor and plating. These were the once mighty and honorable guardians of hammer wielding notoriety, the Fianna Knights.
Once, they had served the magical establishment with dedicated honor and unbridled strength, but now, twisted and influenced in secret by the Last Fellstar, Ali Bashir, they had been reborn into something....darker. Their powers stripped, manicured, and engineered through the power of the Force, the corruption of the Dark-side, and the driven designs of revenge.
In the center of their enigmatic congregation, a luminescent hologram projected their stoically confident master's crimson armored silhouette. As if bowing before him, they listened to his unwavering instruction. "You are now ready to undertake your trials. Your, 'Ordeals.' These Ordeals will not be easy. Dhey will be filled wit fear, anger, and most importantly, death. Savage and catastrophic death. So dark in fact dat dhey will send tidal waves across dee force for all to feel. You shall find your first Ordeal, here." Another hologram appeared within the window of the same transmission. Smaller yet more detailed, the hologram contained a layout and continental coordinates for the fallen Fianna to follow. "Go now."
Sometime later, somewhere in the Middle East:
At first it was the wind that carried the distinctive echo's of ignited Lightsaber's and the whispered rumors of death along its caramel hued granules of sand. But before long the Shadows of Fianna had descended upon the legendary Monastery of the Shaytan, of the League. An order of renowned assassins, mysterious in their gifted abilities but restrained by laws, codes, and Rasyh's. Of whom only a handful were still capable of drawing breath.
By far their greatest misstep however was to have placed their life, their faith, in the hands of the recently deceased Raysh. But not before having followed him into a conflict they could, should, have effortlessly avoided. Taking up arms against the Last Fellstar AND the villainous Horned God. A grave judgment in error as witnessed in the ice-layered regions of Siberia, where the Dread Prince unceremoniously executed the foolish head of assassin. Leaving behind not a legacy, but rather a child in the care of a reluctant anti-hero.
They too would be dealt with in time. For now, the bloody murder of the LoS assassins and complete destruction of the Monastery, its works, its portals and labyrinth, as well as every single incarnation of the recent Raysh reign would have to sate the Bashir Bishop's prideful lust for 'justice.' The Shadows of Fianna would erase them all from the annals of history. No one would ever know of their existence here. Their lives, their stories, their entire documented encyclopedia of esoteric knowledge would be abolished before the day was done.
Raysh al'Shyatan was dead. It was only fitting his foolish acolytes were permitted to follow.
Slicing through the fabrics of time with the Soul Reaver; the Dark Fairy emerged from the 'Beyond' Universe with her unholy sights set on the dark citadel. Thanks to future Tassiania and Kaylen; she was able to return to this exact timeline and bide her time. Much line many of the timelines she'd jumped across this one too lay in disarray. Why? because many of this world's major components were consistently at war. Idealogies, Race, Creed; they continued to divide the lesser beings known as humans and mutant kind. Like the rise of the machines in many timelines; her kind too was a forgotten society. This particular dwelling snagged her attention, so much potential. Even in it's destruction it was still of some use, what was once a camarilla of mystical overlords; stood as nothing now but a hollow chamber of death and despair.
As she strolled through what was left of this dilapidated structure; she could hear the souls of the lost yearning for one more chance. She'd give them that...in due time; she'd give them that. Numerous plumes of black smoke sizzled around her slow saunter, until in her passing they form the enthralled lost children of the meld.
They chant, slow and methodically; each one of there unholy hymns recited for the singular purpose of tapping into the Sacred Tome; the book by which all black fairy arts are derived. Her eyes split like cellular mitosis creating two brand new sets of eyes.
This deeper power she slid into was only the beginning, the death of those that once dwelled here increased her connection to the tome exponentially. From the bowls of the Eradicated League of shadows spread a dark mist, in it's Infancy it'd do nothing but spread a low chill coupled with lethargy across the land. In it's highest stage it's release the demons banished into it's enthralling tendrills.
"Neco...Salira....Neco...Salira...Neco...Salira....Neco... Salira" The lost children continued to chant all around her body. The unholy inverted pentagram burned through the cobblestone floor with slight indention for the Soul Reaver. Jamming the blade that contained her brother's soul into the floor...she unlocked the door to the Dark Force that kept the demons at bay.
"Return to the Land of the Living"
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