Faramaca's Escape
Buried in the deepest recesses of Grott. Covered by mountains of earth, and extended over pits of molten rock and flame, and entombed in a casket made of solid iron. Inside this iron casket was suspended by iron chains, wrapped no less than one thousand times around an iron sarcophagus. Inside, the lady of whispers and lies was banished from ever speaking with another mortal.
All one knows about the punishment of Faramaca was that she was forbidden from escaping, and yet, when none were there to enforce this after the Kainga performed their last consumption, her casket exploded, spewing forth countless vermin that covered the walls. The curse upon her was lifted, but the physicality of her situation was not. She always knew how to cast spells, and command those beneath her to her will. Since all but the divine was beneath her, her command was absolute.
Even as a dark elf, Faramaca's skin was stretched tight from centuries of starvation, her body weak, from the lack of nutrition that she had. But the vermin under her command respected her as queen. As their goddess. And so she had to leave. These vermin were small. But even a scratch on the iron casing entrapping her, would work from a thousand thousand vermin attacking the same spot. Even with this, it took days for her escape to go through. During which, her worshipers sacrificed themselves to sustain their goddess, and allow her the power to roam free.
After what seemed an eternity within eternity, a hole. Just large enough for an ant to crawl through. And so one did, while the rest chipped away at the interior. It traveled along iron, and made its way to the earth. Much softer a material than it had ever felt before, as it slowly chipped its way into the earth itself. Soon, even more ants followed, even through the blazing heat outside.The chitinous exteriors of the vermin scalded against the outside, but vermin are resourceful when their allies die. and only use their scalded exteriors as tougher armor against the heat. And so the work continued, with a nearly infinite source of vermin at her disposal, Faramaca, though not a goddess of vermin, guaranteed their loyalty through her intense whispers of captivity.
Even the vermin could tell their goddess was too warm, and their sacrifices turned from only for sustenance, to living armor ,as they protected her. The hole grew ever bigger, till finally, Faramaca was able to escape, and crawl with her legions of ants and spiders towards the hole that countless ants gave their lives for to allow her to escape. She crawled with them, dug with them, and sustained them as best she could in her weakened condition, until she entered the realm of Grott yet again.
This was when darkness fell upon her, for followers of her rival Calpa. They heard of her escape, and knew that they had to kill her than and there, or war would be fall all. But they dared not approach when Faramaca opened her lips to speak. "Thank you for letting me keep the promise of my children." she said before swarms of vermine overran those of near blasphemy challenging her rule. "I promised that should I live, they will eat, breed and consume forever, and we will take back our rightful place at the top of the food chain. Now, die soundly so that I may promise even greater ventures for your lives later on, and to assure my victory.
Faramaca did not need to listen to the pained screams of her swarms new source of food. She entered the crypt a danger to all mortality, and has left the blessing of verminkind and the dark elves beneath the earth, forever. All she needed, was revenge, and off she went to find it.
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