The Isle of Thoras
The story of the Isle of Thoras has travelled all across the banks of River Lionel, and many sailors share it with others on misty nights.
Long years passed, and nobody heard or seen One-eye since, assumed he had enough money maybe retired somewhere. Until one day, an eye washed up on the docks, and then two, three and more. Folk got real scared, real scared, and they went up to an Inquisitor and told him of One-eye, and the dark servant that went to the Isle. Inquisitor was a man of conviction, but a lazy one, folk called him Black-cloak.
Black-cloak went about and gathered men, some soldiers, some guards, some just regular folk, wana go or not, he was taking them to the Isle, to investigate what happened. Nobody's head of what happened to those folk, only that from then on, every time someone saw the Isle, they saw a scarecrow on the beach, wearing a black cloak, and laughing.
But eyes kept washing up on the dock, every day more and more, dozens of them now, so folk went up to the Duke. Told him what for, and demanded he do something to keep em safe, keep the city safe. And the duke was a young and strong lad, he took up arms, and led all him army and lots of guard to the island. About a hundred strong were they, all ready for a fight. The duke himself, a superstitious man, took with him a chest of gold and gems, to leave in the island as a sacrifice to the gods, to cleanse it. But they weren't ready for what they found once they set foot on the island. For the dark servant had been busy, witching the island, ready for its dark master to come back.
They found bodies, all over the beach, and a big tower in the center, and as they came closer, the bodies rose up, and bit and clawed and hit the soldiers. There in the chaos of the battle, the door to the tower opened, and out walked One-eye, not two not three, but ten eyes did he have, all over his face, popping out like old zits. Into the mess he went, wailing and scratching maddeningly. Atop the tower, was the dark servant himself, using his black magic to cast the place, fueled by the cursed name of the dark master. The sky turned black, and all the dead rose up to fight once more, tearing flesh and eating organs of the brave soldiers.
In the moonlight, as they were overrun, the Duke lifted a sword to the sky and said "Vindicta, lady of vengeance who purges the unclean and the wicked, hear my cry. I am but a lowly follower of you, and I need your help, take my life, and my men's, and cleanse this place of the evil magic that rules it". And as he said that, Ten-eye ripped out the mans spine, and tore him in half. But his prayer was answered, and the dark skies split with a thundering roar. A beam of light, and coming down it, an angel. Covered in holy plate, with holy magic within, holding in one hand a mace, in the other a ball of pure energy. One name only could be heard, even as the bodies chewed on the flesh of dead, Comodus. He came down and struck the dark servant, rending him apart with his might and power. As he did the entire island went ablaze, and the sailors still on the ship sailed back, with all haste to leave this place behind.
As they left they could only hear, the cries of the cursed captain "The name, the masters name, what is the name". And they could only think of the treasure that they left behind at the island, maybe they would sail back for it in the future, grab it and run, be set for life, but none did. Now you are gonna ask, how do I know all this, well, my pa's pa's pa was part of that crew that sailed the ship all those years ago. And he told the story to his son, and he to his, and he to me, and I to you. So if you are ever brave, or in need of coin, and you see an island with a scarecrow wearing a black cloak, sail far, far away.
Is that sad excuse of a story all ye got ? Sit down and I'll tell you a story about an island, that you'd rather slit your throat than visit.Legends tell of a small island in the Lionell River, an island that long ago, was touched by a foul evil, a shard of a broken dark master. It appeared to lost sailors, whose supplies were running out, but every time they chose to go there, no-one ever came back. Centuries ago in this very place, a dark servant, a necromancer, sought passage onto the Isle of Thoras. No captain would take him, except one. A captain they called Orley One-eye. One-eye took the dark servant aboard, took his coin, and sailed off, to find the Isle of Thoras. Some say, as he was sailing away, they saw him take out his eyepatch and throw it to the sea, as if he had no use for it anymore.-An old sailor, on a moonless night
Long years passed, and nobody heard or seen One-eye since, assumed he had enough money maybe retired somewhere. Until one day, an eye washed up on the docks, and then two, three and more. Folk got real scared, real scared, and they went up to an Inquisitor and told him of One-eye, and the dark servant that went to the Isle. Inquisitor was a man of conviction, but a lazy one, folk called him Black-cloak.
Black-cloak went about and gathered men, some soldiers, some guards, some just regular folk, wana go or not, he was taking them to the Isle, to investigate what happened. Nobody's head of what happened to those folk, only that from then on, every time someone saw the Isle, they saw a scarecrow on the beach, wearing a black cloak, and laughing.
But eyes kept washing up on the dock, every day more and more, dozens of them now, so folk went up to the Duke. Told him what for, and demanded he do something to keep em safe, keep the city safe. And the duke was a young and strong lad, he took up arms, and led all him army and lots of guard to the island. About a hundred strong were they, all ready for a fight. The duke himself, a superstitious man, took with him a chest of gold and gems, to leave in the island as a sacrifice to the gods, to cleanse it. But they weren't ready for what they found once they set foot on the island. For the dark servant had been busy, witching the island, ready for its dark master to come back.
They found bodies, all over the beach, and a big tower in the center, and as they came closer, the bodies rose up, and bit and clawed and hit the soldiers. There in the chaos of the battle, the door to the tower opened, and out walked One-eye, not two not three, but ten eyes did he have, all over his face, popping out like old zits. Into the mess he went, wailing and scratching maddeningly. Atop the tower, was the dark servant himself, using his black magic to cast the place, fueled by the cursed name of the dark master. The sky turned black, and all the dead rose up to fight once more, tearing flesh and eating organs of the brave soldiers.
In the moonlight, as they were overrun, the Duke lifted a sword to the sky and said "Vindicta, lady of vengeance who purges the unclean and the wicked, hear my cry. I am but a lowly follower of you, and I need your help, take my life, and my men's, and cleanse this place of the evil magic that rules it". And as he said that, Ten-eye ripped out the mans spine, and tore him in half. But his prayer was answered, and the dark skies split with a thundering roar. A beam of light, and coming down it, an angel. Covered in holy plate, with holy magic within, holding in one hand a mace, in the other a ball of pure energy. One name only could be heard, even as the bodies chewed on the flesh of dead, Comodus. He came down and struck the dark servant, rending him apart with his might and power. As he did the entire island went ablaze, and the sailors still on the ship sailed back, with all haste to leave this place behind.
As they left they could only hear, the cries of the cursed captain "The name, the masters name, what is the name". And they could only think of the treasure that they left behind at the island, maybe they would sail back for it in the future, grab it and run, be set for life, but none did. Now you are gonna ask, how do I know all this, well, my pa's pa's pa was part of that crew that sailed the ship all those years ago. And he told the story to his son, and he to his, and he to me, and I to you. So if you are ever brave, or in need of coin, and you see an island with a scarecrow wearing a black cloak, sail far, far away.
Date of Setting
259 P.F.
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