Marbas Malthous' Expeditionary into Hell and its Environs
Apr 3, 2013 0:59:57 GMT -6
Post by Bardiel on Apr 3, 2013 0:59:57 GMT -6
I've decided to write a bit about the Environment in Hell. Meet Marbas Malthous, a devil Pe'Ri with a Fallen mother in the asylum (his final destination), a sexy slave named Celest (no race yet), a bunch of nameless servants to serve as fodder and an Editor who doesn't much care for Marbas' writing. But then I thought; wouldn't it be a good idea to give everyone else a chance to put some stuff into the mix? Feel free to decide what happens to Marbus and co. as they journey through the Black Forrest and I'll recount it. Or even better make your own entry, introduce some characters, and kill some off with some hellishly designed monsters.
Transcript No. 1: Reconstruction of Marbas Malthous' Expeditionary into Hell and its Environs
Presented at the Eighty-fifth Leccubi Conference on Pandemonium's Borders during Lucifer's Reign.
Editions by E.
4400 A.A (Marbas insists on dating his work with a calendar of his own design, no doubt in order to spite the Library’s curators. The childish system indicates that the time of writing is roughly 4400 years after the First War with Heaven.)
To celebrate the fortuitous turn of the century (I might point out that Marbas' calendar is NOT recognised by Hell's Chroniclers) I have decided to leave the droll company of court behind me for the time being and set forth on a grand adventure of sorts. I plan to spend the season hunting in the Black Forrest after hearing tell of the great sport to be had therein. It is only by coincidence and, I might add, the most frustrating twist of events that my toilet licking maggot strewn scab of a brother had decided to take a similar excursion just one year before myself. There is no doubt in my mind that the tales he regales to the Ladies of the palace are nothing but just that- tales concocted by a feeble, limp dicked mind... (Marbas carries on for quite some while, see transcript footnotes for the removed text)... forcefully ejected from his rectum.
But I digress. Truly it is as if a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders as we make our way down the well packed road, the mountainous shadow of Pandemonium slowly receding from sight. The city has been like an over packed farmstead recently- I know as we have passes several recently, filled with squealing swine and smelling of faeces. If you ask me the refugees are a ploy by the Slavers to drive up prices. I paid that belly crawling cur de'Verrin and arm and leg for Celest, a fact her pretty face reminds me of daily. I already regret bringing her with me. Some in the Low Court think the influx of commoners portends war. Nothing much will come of it I imagine.
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Transcript No. 1: Reconstruction of Marbas Malthous' Expeditionary into Hell and its Environs
Presented at the Eighty-fifth Leccubi Conference on Pandemonium's Borders during Lucifer's Reign.
Editions by E.
4400 A.A (Marbas insists on dating his work with a calendar of his own design, no doubt in order to spite the Library’s curators. The childish system indicates that the time of writing is roughly 4400 years after the First War with Heaven.)
To celebrate the fortuitous turn of the century (I might point out that Marbas' calendar is NOT recognised by Hell's Chroniclers) I have decided to leave the droll company of court behind me for the time being and set forth on a grand adventure of sorts. I plan to spend the season hunting in the Black Forrest after hearing tell of the great sport to be had therein. It is only by coincidence and, I might add, the most frustrating twist of events that my toilet licking maggot strewn scab of a brother had decided to take a similar excursion just one year before myself. There is no doubt in my mind that the tales he regales to the Ladies of the palace are nothing but just that- tales concocted by a feeble, limp dicked mind... (Marbas carries on for quite some while, see transcript footnotes for the removed text)... forcefully ejected from his rectum.
But I digress. Truly it is as if a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders as we make our way down the well packed road, the mountainous shadow of Pandemonium slowly receding from sight. The city has been like an over packed farmstead recently- I know as we have passes several recently, filled with squealing swine and smelling of faeces. If you ask me the refugees are a ploy by the Slavers to drive up prices. I paid that belly crawling cur de'Verrin and arm and leg for Celest, a fact her pretty face reminds me of daily. I already regret bringing her with me. Some in the Low Court think the influx of commoners portends war. Nothing much will come of it I imagine.