The King Of Plauge

A young man runs through the halls of a great castle, not stopping until he reaches a large door made fully from brass. He knocks five times before opening the large door. Before him is a dark room, the only light shining in is that of the light from the outside tunnel. A booming voice comes out of one of the corners of the room: -Oh Sonnie, won't you close the door, it's too bright for a king of my stature. -Sire, the kingdom lay in wastes we must help our workers.... Sire? -The Plaugemother wants it this way, we shall not stray from her teachings. -But Sire, The farmers have nothing to eat some of them have turned to Cannibali-.. He gets cut off as the voice from the corner speaks once more: -Yes, The mother I hear here. She speaks to me, she tells me what I must do to further our noble country. Sire, with all respect we need to help ou-... Out of the shadow walks a large hulking mass, a horrid parody of the human form as the form exits the shadow the man notices quite a few, "Unique" features. Dark yellow boils seeming to be ready to burst, his stomach bloated to an inhuman extent and his face drooping into itself as if it were a liquid. -S-sire?... His voice trails off as he notices the large Sword in the Monstrosoties bloated hand -You are a good lad, I shall grant you the mother's gift... The form readies his sword striking towards the defenseless man, striking him in the arm. As the man looks down at his arm he readies himself for the pain and the blood, but as he looks where his arm once were there's nothing, just a clean cut. No blood is coming out, instead, it seems as if the arm is reforming but not into an arm.


[7:16 PM] -I'm going crazy. He mumbles to himself Don't worry son, we are all children of the mother and you are now one of her chosen. As the young man once more looks down at his arm he feels a sudden itch on his forehead, as if a thousand Needlebugs had stung him. He feels the pain all at once, closing his eyes praying for it to end. As he once more opens up his eyes, there is something odd about his sight, he can see what he couldn't see before. -Ah yes, stunning work. The mother has made you a worthy Knight. Here why don't you have a look for yourself. The King hands the young man a mirror. As he looks in the mirror he is in shock. He is beautiful, his flowing blonde hair had never been so shiny and luscious. His face was more chiseled and mature than he would conceive of. And his body it was in tip-top performance, his arm had grown back hundred nay, thousandfolds stronger and as he looked back up at the king he saw him.



[7:16 PM] The most beautiful person he had ever seen. His beard so neatly combed, his hair flowing down to his shoulders with a crimson color as if it had been dipped in wine. His arms were more muscular than even the strongest Giantblood and his sword, gleaming like the sun in the sky with a radiant glow circling around it. He now understood, what he had seen before was the work of those who were against the mother, against perfection. Right then and there he decided to vow his life to destroy those who would attempt to sabotage the mother's plan.... Looking through the hole in the wall the Prince saw the entire ordeal take place, the man coming in with the news, his father cutting off his arm, the tentacles that then grew from the stump. The horrid screaming that followed and his father's maniacal laughter. He had to run, he had to warn the rest of the capital. Little did the prince know, that he was too late. The plaugedaugthers and sons had already poisoned the water supply, and soon the entire capital will be blessed by the mother's greasy stank, and horrid abominations. -*Deorian** Folktale