Cromlich: Reclaiming The Lost

*Scintilla
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Posted by *Scintilla »


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Tink, clank, tink-tink, clang! [/align]
The sounds of the forge echoed in the depths of the armory, raising defiantly it's brazen crescendo, building and brewing like a storm to near deafening state before dropping off to begin the cycle anew. Vats of molten fire swirled in wait of precious metals, hissing threateningly with spits of flame from ruptured bubbles that sluggishly crawled to vermilion surface. The heat was almost unbearable, entwining the scent of sweat with the prevalent notes of ash, coal and pungent poultice. Through curtains of heat and calefactic waves, lone figure stood above it all; long, raven tresses dancing untamed in plumes of steam. Factol Pentar.

As always, the woman stood battle-ready in intricately designed breastplate, further fueling the belief that she lived, breathed and slept in it's armored embrace. With hands folded behind her back, and the silhouette of skulls and spikes that adorned attire, mere presence cut an intimidating image. This was to say nothing of the expression in wild eyes. From the groaning, steel catwalks that converged over cisterns, the Factol's gaze was locked solely on the work of humanoid below.

[align=center]Tink, clank, tink-tink, clang.

Pentar's gloved fist slowly furled, causing the leather to squeal softly under pressure.

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If the Sinker was aware of his Factol's gaze upon him, it showed little beyond the increased sweat upon his brow and the reckless abandon in which he dedicated himself to the task at hand. He didn't dare turn around. Despite having only recently come to embrace entropy, Dasbeck was a skilled smith. Yet, however hard the man might work under distant glare that envisioned only ashen flesh and jutting horns, he could and would never compare to the cambion's shoes he had filled. Few could. It was a dangerous subject to breach, as all knew and understood, but spoke not of openly.


"Spragg!" Pentar's voice, a powerful, commanding timbre, carried from the rafters on high and pierced through the the steady thrum of constricting bellows, hissing pipes and erratic clatter of tools on molten metal. By the time the former assistant of the Factol's most trusted had made his way to her side from somewhere below, the young woman's voice near shivered with enthusiasm that bordered on the perverse. "It is time." From the small of her back, her hands unfolded, moving to grasp the railing in haunting hues of persimmon that gleamed wickedly on the jutting spikes of right bracer. "If there are those that have desire to prove their dedication to entropy, let them come forth..." she uttered, teeth raking over lower lip with enough force to draw blood. "See them gathered on the twenty-second floor. One bell."

Licking the crimson droplet from lower lip with the deploy of tongue's tip, Factol Pentar turned to depart with a firm grasp on weapon's hilt. Noted ardour in armored footsteps that echoed throughout the depths of the forge, she proclaimed to all within earshot, voice imbued with decisive, wanton tenor;


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*Hydra
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Posted by *Hydra »


Itzalia emotionlessly stared at Sprag once she heard the news. Pentar wished to have her imbecile lieutenant back and she made her way to listen to her plan.
*Tomekk
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Posted by *Tomekk »


Ra'zeth of the Preservers also went forth upon the bell's toll, though everyone around him knew his disdain for Cromlich's lack of reason and incompetence.
*Huelander
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Posted by *Huelander »


Zephon took the news with ambivalence. Have someone back? Not quite in the spirit of finality, is it now. Nevertheless the Factol seems to have an unfulfilled desire. And Zephon would find himself among those that would come and see. To scratch that insufferable itch, to know.
*edmaster44
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Posted by *edmaster44 »


"For whom the bell tolls!?" Exclaimed the Vampire as she rose from her stone coffin, groaning and drinking a few vials of Red Liquid. Standing up, grabbing an Old Battered Lute along with her Dry blood stained Sabre, with each march she would sing "Doom,Doom,Doom,Doom,Doom!"
*Trigonometry
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Posted by *Trigonometry »


A burning itch at the base of the neck, a numb pain in one's flank, the feeling of suffocation despite one's lungs being full, and then, a pounding headache as the sound of the bell reverberated through Barbatos' skull. The Decay Knight struggled against gangrene and the weight of his rusted armor to get on his feet, and began to slowly limp towards the tower as he struggled for what little air his flooded lungs could hold.

Barbatos Zepor would answer the summons, and bring with him the diseases of Thanatos.
*Serena
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Posted by *Serena »


The chants regarding what that call was about seemed to sincerely amuse Cariel, and so she rather eagerly went to the tower where the gathering had been summoned.

Rescue mission.

She never thought they'd end up doing a rescue mission. She had never been in a rescue mission before, she wondered if it was any fun.
Of course, she also thought it was a dumb idea, probably some Preserver shit she couldn't get... or just something about repairing stuff today in hope they will bring more destruction tomorrow...

Truth to be told, she was just bored, and that was probably enough of a reason for her to join whatever Pentar was planning.
*Mabus
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Posted by *Mabus »


Orion, having only recently returned to the Cage, and back to the faction HQ, from a long time away, heard the news and wondered what all had transpired during his absence. He picked up his great blade, donned his heavy helm and made his way to the meeting point in hopes to gain some insight, and some way to make himself useful to the Doomguard. After all, a lot had been going on before his departure, what with his direct help in assassinating the Harmonium factol. He was itching to get his hands dirty once more.
*Scintilla
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Posted by *Scintilla »



The stone-cased meeting room was empty upon the arrival of the sods first through it's tower-led doors; squared, spiral staircases strangely devoid of the razorvine that clawed viciously up the twenty four stories of the of the armory's open ceiling. It was a simple room of chipped surfaces, dim lighting and a large table better suited to war council than the Sinkers themselves would publicly advertise. Several heavy chairs encircle the worn and weathered wood, each looking similar to the last save for one; larger than others and rife with tapering spikes.

As the group make their way to the assigned location, they're trailed by the sad-eyed and excruciatingly thin Spragg whom gestures the gathered into the room so that they might take their seats in preparation. Despite a keen sense of awareness and a watchful gaze he offers little, unless spoken to, leaving the Sinkers opportunity to talk among themselves in wait of Factol's arrival.
*Huelander
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Posted by *Huelander »


Zephon seats himself down as an early arrival. Seepling his fingers as elbows rested on the large table which the chamber offered. Already he dreaded the arrival of one of his companions. He could smell him, somewhere in this room. That filthy pus-ridden mongrel son of orcus is going to walk out of the room's dark any moment now. Ugh.

His fellow sinkers he would greet with the displeasure of that fact on the forefront of his demeanor. A grumpy hello, sung in an echoing melody of voices that spoke without any strain or crack in their chorus.
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