Order of the Fly
It began as a typical evening in the english countryside. The sun set over the picturesque meadows and forests, casting the world in a crimson glow before darkness blanketed the land signaling slumber in the cool autumn night.
The unremarkable day would have passed from memory, if it hadn't been for the flies. A low rumble reverberated from deep within the earth, echoing out into the sky, and swirling the small clouds into a dark frenzy until the heaven’s moon and stars were blotted out and all was a pitch black.
Beasts of burden were stricken with madness, thrashing about in their pens, their mad calls compelling men from their late suppers to wrestle with their livestock. The first signs of pestilence went wholly unnoticed. The odd fly, fat and black, buzzed across the landscape with a deep vibrating call of it’s wings. Soon they were followed by millions more.
Like a dark cloud, the flies descended upon the land, gnashing their mandibles together in a mad search for flesh. The biting scourge devoured all caught within their net, leaving nothing but bones, picked clean. Families sealed their homes in vain, every crack an invitation. Nowhere was safe.
When the darkness finally broke, and the morning sun turned the world into a dismal grey, entire herds and villages were consumed by the flies. Littered across the morbid landscape, the pestilence had becom so engorged on flesh, their bodies split open, too heavy to fly, left to crawl in the grass until their miserable lives faded.
The people were whipped into a fearful frenzy, calling upon their lord for protection. “Kill them all, for God knows his own,” was his cry. Thus an army descended upon the people, all who might be deemed responsible for conjuring the devilry that beset the land were put to death. When enough had been burned at the stake, and normalcy was allowed to return, the events of that night passed from memory to legend and forgotten.
Yet rumours would persist of the malevolent force that was unleashed, and how it still stalked the land, lurking in the shadows, searching and waiting… For what, only time would tell.
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Welcome to Order of the Fly, an Irish horror AAR. I shall be playing as the Mac Carthaighs of Desmond, Ireland. As twist for the AAR, the house shall be cursed as you will soon learn. My goals for the AAR are as follows;~ Murder at least one NPC per character.
~ Become King of Ireland
~ Unite Britannia under my rule.
~ Establish a, hopefully, immoral anti-pope
~ Diminish the influence of the Vatican
The AAR may vary in writing styles, switching from third-person narratives to journal entries and other points of view. Thanks for taking a peek, and hope you all enjoy. First update coming soon.
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