A foul curse has stricken the land. A curse of darkness and hate, destroying the lives of those who would bask in the light of their god. No more can the sun raise the crops and mend the living, no more can it guide the lost and inspire the hopeful; For it has been blocked by a vast orb of impenetrable blackness. The solar god masked by a dark bridle.
The plants grow withered and pale, the children starve and the livestock rot. Skeletal trees grope blindly in the blackness, their branches bare and crumbling. Any attempts to light the darkness are in vain; The only light to permeate the infinite night shines from the great halo in the sky, and from the gentle flames cast by the candles of the blessed.
And shadows thrive in the dark. Those who breed and lurk and kill grow in number; Daemons walk the earth.
With the emergence of these Daemons, these fiends, so too do those ready to banish them rise. Ready to cleanse the ruined land with axe and fire. They rise in defiance against the evil, lest it consume them all.
The witch hunter. Guided through the iron eyes by a creature, statue skinned. He will follow the imp to the ends of the earth in his mission to clean the realms.
A swollen beast of a man. Engorged and pulsing. He has strayed so far and remembers so little. Fleeting glimpses of a dear friend, a brother, emerge in his mind. Replaced by the metallic taste of tainted meat, the pain of splitting skin and crushing loneliness.
The rotten witch-tracker. Perfectly at home in the pitch blackness, it seeks to banish those who would disturb it’s stagnant peace.
Long dead creatures crawl from their holes and
foul raiders converge on the valley.
The blazing sun covered by a mask of stone.
This is my entry for Jake’s (aka Bruticus) Eclipse competition being run on the aos28 facebook page. Let me know what you think!
Minuetur Vita 