Sometimes having the unholy biographer following me about is irksome. He produced this after a recent interview
I know of this problem all too well. It is an issue here in our great city too. The text I hage applied to our own plight, although I am not sure that this vision is implying our own city
It is with certainty that I can tell you that the separation of mind and body comes at great risk, as this tale suggests…
The daily life of our goblin guard here in the city is not so glamorous and excitement as some would believe, if this vision is anything to go by.
Her sword was broken, But not her spirit. She would fight to the bitter end….
War casts a shadow across the land. It is time then to choose your masque and decide which side you’ll be on…
She sat atop her opponent. She was victorious. The Ogre was slain and she would return home a hero.
The priest was misguided to think a mere cross was protection against her. It was the last mistake of his life
The vortex had first appeared two days ago. At first there was great excitement. Now it grows ever bigger. Devouring our world atom by atom. There is not long left now. We are doomed.
Her steambot had been shot to pieces, but that didn’t matter. Time to continue the fight!
We are looking in on you now..there is nothing you can do now…
The tower of Abud-Gur was shunned by locals with good reason. Perched high on a pinnacle of rock, locals could observe strange flashes of light emanating from it on many a night. None knew the purpose, but all knew that great evil was at work.
I am cyborg. Symbiosis of flesh and machine. Doomed forever to live. Endless regeneration. Endless pain….
As wild as the beasts she commands, she prowls through the ruins of the old city on the scent of her prey.
It rose from the chasm. She could hear it. Feel it. She needed to put the thought of it from her mind and reach the inner calm that would bring her victory….
Now was not the time for her sword to break, even if it was whilst lodged in the skull of her enemy
You cannot pass for I am pledged to guard this path. Turn Back or die!
The situation was hopeless…
From the fires of darkness was she born to bring chaos and destruction to the world…
The guardian of Skull Tower was dead. Now she would uncover its secrets and the ecstatic sensation of victory rippled through her body
I had thought the Elvaharra and their Witchbeasts were gone from this world until this particular vision
The battle raged on, but there was no end in sight to the sea of vermin that swarmed the battlefield. She knew that the end was close. The only thing left to do was to die well.
In the north west of this land we hear much of the usurping of the petty demon Lord of that realm by one known as Hyak Zule. We speculate that perhaps this is she… Continue reading Demon Queen
Priestess of the snake demon Anun Ka prepares for ritual Continue reading Priestess of Anun Ka
She had found it. The lost ark of her ancesters deep in the forest. The door was open….
My ears bleed, I cannot see. My heart pounds and my head feels as though it will be crushed beneath a monstrous weight. This is how it feels every time our Lord demon speaks to us through the DoomRitual. Little consolation are visions such as this one…
The creation story is a fundamental concept for our faith. Told here because it is our duty to spread the word
Look into my eyes for I wish to consume your soul…
Let us reveal now something of the origins of our demon Lord and master.
Captain Braveheart and his lovely co-pilot were ready. Their most daring mission yet was about to begin… Continue reading Sky Rocket
From the annals of the DoomRiTuaL I bring you an account of betrayal in which our Lord demon badVibe recounts the battle on the fields of Eternal Flame.
Here is a tale dragged from the torn lips of our brethren. Screaming for mercy he was as told this tale in ragged breaths of despair
I have seen such creatures far to the north in my youth. Though the name Arak Nuir uttered during this vision is unfamiliar to anyone of my brethren
Ah suffering I know well and this image resonates with me. As the servant and archivist of our demon lord I am forever at his side. My sould withers and dies. It screams for mercy even though my physical self endures. Endless pain…
more words from our master. Here are the sacred unholy words relating to the gifting of the doomritual upon us
Sometimes, things make so very little sense
another excerpt from our DoomLore. Here are master imparts some thoughts on the nature of fear Continue reading Fear
Sometimes are visions are of such alien and bizarre a nature that we can only record with no likelihood of comprehension. Such is the case here…
Continue reading Out Here We Are
Another extract from the Doom Lore. Here our illustrious demon considers the nature of loneliness.
She had travelled far to reach this place. And now here at the end of her journey was nothing but ruin and despair.
I give you here yet more sacred revelation of DoomLore from our most unholy demon Lord and master Continue reading I am the Way
A strange Union and the most unlikely of allies is revealed through the latest vision
Here I present to you an extract of our DoomLore – our sacred, unholy scripture.
Software now comes with new improved user interface. Guaranteed to make your computing easier or your money back! Continue reading Interface
Here be the fourth and final page of this tale….
this image came to the brethren late in the night.
Page 3 of the tale continues….
Continue reading Bad Science
Greetings, I give you here a tale extracted from the mind of our dearly depatred acolyte. Who’s mind was destroyed in the telling of this tale duing the Doomritual.
A vision of terror unfurled after a long and arduous ritual. Continue reading Wyrm