Evil Without a Name
Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 12:31 am
Hello again my friends. I am now in a small roadside cafe in a small in Germany. I have read of the foul and sinister deeds that have befallen you, my Society bretheren. I appoligize for my absense, and I carry a heavy heart for not being able to aid you until my return to your country.
I do have however very grim news. News of something evil that can not name. Something void of form or face, void of name or soul. It was a dammed thing that was nothing yet had the power to attack me with the strength of many men.
My sword sliced through it as though it were merely shadows and smoke acting as one. It left behind a brackish blood that reeked of death and decay, and was nay as black as pitch. This blood, for I can think of nothing else to call it, was not from any wound. For I was not able to inflict any harm what so ever upon this foul specter even with Deathkiss. It was not until the foul thing placed that ichor upon my flesh that it was obvious it had tried to consume my dammed soul.
If not for the rising sun, I may have been lost to it before it fled into the retreating shadows. I have not seen it again since, but its shapeless visage will be forever burned into my memory, as well as the words it spoke that still echo in my very mind......
We have not forgotten.
I can only wonder what it meant or what it wanted, but the sheer hatred, rage, and madness that was this being was all but obvious to me. I fear that whatever this entity is, we may see it again, and sooner than I dare hope.
I do have however very grim news. News of something evil that can not name. Something void of form or face, void of name or soul. It was a dammed thing that was nothing yet had the power to attack me with the strength of many men.
My sword sliced through it as though it were merely shadows and smoke acting as one. It left behind a brackish blood that reeked of death and decay, and was nay as black as pitch. This blood, for I can think of nothing else to call it, was not from any wound. For I was not able to inflict any harm what so ever upon this foul specter even with Deathkiss. It was not until the foul thing placed that ichor upon my flesh that it was obvious it had tried to consume my dammed soul.
If not for the rising sun, I may have been lost to it before it fled into the retreating shadows. I have not seen it again since, but its shapeless visage will be forever burned into my memory, as well as the words it spoke that still echo in my very mind......
We have not forgotten.
I can only wonder what it meant or what it wanted, but the sheer hatred, rage, and madness that was this being was all but obvious to me. I fear that whatever this entity is, we may see it again, and sooner than I dare hope.