Bunesh
Filled with DETERMINATION
An Rp about a land choked by the undead and accursed, the setup will be written below.
Five hundred years ago, there lived a Queen, one whose beauty was only matched by her narcissistic selfishness and ego.
Raised amongst a court of sycophants, spoiled by her parents, and growing into a woman of truly awesome beauty, she genuinely had come to believe herself a gift from the Gods; no creature could ever be as pure as she, the very essence of beauty incarnate. Many were the men who bent a knee and sought her hand, from Kings to Warlords, but all were rejected for who could be worthy of one as glorious as herself? One day she found an answer when a handsome prince visited, a chiseled vision of soft yet strong masculinity, trained in the clerical arts and raised not in a palace but rather a monastery where his ego was tempered by humility and his achievements held humble to those who assisted him.
He had come to discuss the possibility of a trade treaty, but the Queen was disinterested in such things and instead declared that he would be her lover, they would be wed and their nations joined - for she was a woman not accustomed to asking for anything, but rather making a demand and having the world bend to accommodate her. So her fury when he rejected her had no equal, her ego bruised she responded viciously; having his attendants seized and executed by being sunk up to their waists in boiling oil while the prince himself was castrated and then a hot iron mask locked onto his head, fusing to the skin from the heat. Yet he survived this traumatic ordeal and was tossed - naked - into a pit with a grate covering it to sit at her feet as a prize and warning to all.
He was fed and watered - not enough to keep him strong but rather enough to keep him alive - if only just - and so he whithered and weakened eventually when he died his head and masculinity where sent back to his family as a warning while the body was mounted on a spike at the feet of a statue of the Queen. The Prince's father - Argus the Red - was beyond apoplectic and marshaled an army, including clerics from the order that had raised his son, mages from the court and even warlocks who would receive a royal pardon for their dark craft in exchange for their service.
They encircled the city yet they did not attack, instead the soldiers only responded when anyone - or anything - left the city be it a messenger, a general, a soldier, a bird or even a child - and killed them with a barrage of arrows. All the while, the warlocks worked a dark ritual, one that called up a swarm of rats that flooded into the city, and still, the siege army retained their positions for to the king, they had all condemned his son when they had not stepped up to protect him, they were just as responsible as the queen.
With the rat plague now infesting the city, and the Queen's sorcerer's trying to counterspell the ritual, it gave the Clerics time to enact a Rite of Excommunication, blinding the City and those within it to the God chosen by the clerics. And those Clerics chose the god of Death, ensuring that those who received even fatal wounds would not perish to the sweet embrace of the cold grave but continue to persist.
This Rite claimed the lives of all of the clerics who did it, but the King did not care as he summoned his mages to begin the final spell.
By now the city was in chaos, with the guards moving to forcibly retain order while the Queen was isolated in her grand chambers from the disaster befalling her people, unaware of the massive magical ritual being carried out around her city. Though it cost the lives of one hundred mages, the spell completed and sealed the kingdom away in a desolate plane, to suffer in the face of dwindling resources.
It wasn't long before people realized that they were running out of food and water and so in desperation began to eat pets... and then the rats.
Starvation eventually came to the palace and the Queen tried to retain her dignity but starvation was the finest cook and soon she was hungrily devouring rats like a common dog, even as the starving rats tried to eat her right back. In time, the rats managed to gnaw away the bottom half of her face, leaving her with a permanent skeletal grin.
Five hundred years later, someone tore open the veil and the city re-emerged, rupturing into existence but it seemed that the city had grown in size in that five hundred years, and now towers burst up in cities, spreading the curse of Excommunication upon the lands themselves, and with it; the dead.
The Grinning Queen and her court had returned to claim all and wreak terrible destruction.
Five hundred years ago, there lived a Queen, one whose beauty was only matched by her narcissistic selfishness and ego.
Raised amongst a court of sycophants, spoiled by her parents, and growing into a woman of truly awesome beauty, she genuinely had come to believe herself a gift from the Gods; no creature could ever be as pure as she, the very essence of beauty incarnate. Many were the men who bent a knee and sought her hand, from Kings to Warlords, but all were rejected for who could be worthy of one as glorious as herself? One day she found an answer when a handsome prince visited, a chiseled vision of soft yet strong masculinity, trained in the clerical arts and raised not in a palace but rather a monastery where his ego was tempered by humility and his achievements held humble to those who assisted him.
He had come to discuss the possibility of a trade treaty, but the Queen was disinterested in such things and instead declared that he would be her lover, they would be wed and their nations joined - for she was a woman not accustomed to asking for anything, but rather making a demand and having the world bend to accommodate her. So her fury when he rejected her had no equal, her ego bruised she responded viciously; having his attendants seized and executed by being sunk up to their waists in boiling oil while the prince himself was castrated and then a hot iron mask locked onto his head, fusing to the skin from the heat. Yet he survived this traumatic ordeal and was tossed - naked - into a pit with a grate covering it to sit at her feet as a prize and warning to all.
He was fed and watered - not enough to keep him strong but rather enough to keep him alive - if only just - and so he whithered and weakened eventually when he died his head and masculinity where sent back to his family as a warning while the body was mounted on a spike at the feet of a statue of the Queen. The Prince's father - Argus the Red - was beyond apoplectic and marshaled an army, including clerics from the order that had raised his son, mages from the court and even warlocks who would receive a royal pardon for their dark craft in exchange for their service.
They encircled the city yet they did not attack, instead the soldiers only responded when anyone - or anything - left the city be it a messenger, a general, a soldier, a bird or even a child - and killed them with a barrage of arrows. All the while, the warlocks worked a dark ritual, one that called up a swarm of rats that flooded into the city, and still, the siege army retained their positions for to the king, they had all condemned his son when they had not stepped up to protect him, they were just as responsible as the queen.
With the rat plague now infesting the city, and the Queen's sorcerer's trying to counterspell the ritual, it gave the Clerics time to enact a Rite of Excommunication, blinding the City and those within it to the God chosen by the clerics. And those Clerics chose the god of Death, ensuring that those who received even fatal wounds would not perish to the sweet embrace of the cold grave but continue to persist.
This Rite claimed the lives of all of the clerics who did it, but the King did not care as he summoned his mages to begin the final spell.
By now the city was in chaos, with the guards moving to forcibly retain order while the Queen was isolated in her grand chambers from the disaster befalling her people, unaware of the massive magical ritual being carried out around her city. Though it cost the lives of one hundred mages, the spell completed and sealed the kingdom away in a desolate plane, to suffer in the face of dwindling resources.
It wasn't long before people realized that they were running out of food and water and so in desperation began to eat pets... and then the rats.
Starvation eventually came to the palace and the Queen tried to retain her dignity but starvation was the finest cook and soon she was hungrily devouring rats like a common dog, even as the starving rats tried to eat her right back. In time, the rats managed to gnaw away the bottom half of her face, leaving her with a permanent skeletal grin.
Five hundred years later, someone tore open the veil and the city re-emerged, rupturing into existence but it seemed that the city had grown in size in that five hundred years, and now towers burst up in cities, spreading the curse of Excommunication upon the lands themselves, and with it; the dead.
The Grinning Queen and her court had returned to claim all and wreak terrible destruction.
