Post by Danjon no Unmei on Mar 8, 2019 23:27:06 GMT -5
The cave was known to the people of Gotland, Sweden as “Lummelundagrottan” (which literally translates to “Lummelunda Cave”, located north of Visby. It was created by the drainage water from the Martebo mire; the water forming a stream with its outlet into the Baltic Sea. Less than 5km of the cave had ever been explored, with its main entrance only being discovered by a group of teenage boys sometime during the 1940s-50s, making it one of the biggest caves in all of Sweden and one of Gotland’s top tourist attractions. The cave however had another name as well, the Rövarkulan ("The Robbers' Den"). Thieves and murderers had used the cave for generations to hide from authorities and store their ill begotten wares. Many had died in those caves and if you were to explore there after night you might see them walking around, looking for their lost spoils or the treacherous scoundrel who had shoved the knife into their back.
On this very night the spirits were attractive and roaming around, disturbed from their slumber by a group of foreigners from a land far, far from here. The dark wizard GRIM stood before small fire, surrounded by many of his Demon Brigades darkest zealots and his own personal circle of Sentei, Goryō, and Esior the Necromancer. The spirits wander amongst them, curious at their presence here and the power that seemed to surround both GRIM and Esior; and like many of the zealots themselves, they steered clear of the dark creature that was chained just outside the reach of the fire’s light. Smiling wickedly, GRIM looked around him at his followers and confidants, and began to speak.
“My friends, many believe that the Demon Brigade has fallen. They look at Lord Zenki’s loss of the MAX Heavyweight Championship, our apparent failure to secure the Royal Road Title and being denied for our requests for a chance to regain the World Tag Team Titles as signs that we have been cast from the heavens by the gods. What they forget though, my friends, is that we are demons and we do not fall, WE RISE UP!”
The small group cheers loudly as GRIM looks around. He catches the eye of Esior, who offers him an approving nod, and then turns his sight towards his lover, Sentei, who beams with pride. GRIM holds his hand out to her and she hands him his newest talisman, the All Mediterranean Tag Team Title. He beckons to his partner and protégé, SHACHIMON, who quickly stands and joins him, carrying the other title belt.
”My friends," GRIM continues, “let these champion belts be our symbol that carries us forward in our battles to push back the Light! We will show all those that have doubted the strength of the Demon Brigade that we will not go quietly into the darkness. WE ARE THE DARKNESS! We are the night that will sweep over this entire continent. We will face old adversaries, such as that pig, Jacob Hammerstein, the warmonger, Alexander Irvine and the arrogant dog, AJ Knight. They believe they have us on the ring, they believe they have us defeated, and they believe they will take the last prize from our cold dead hands but I tell you that THEY WILL FAIL! They will fall before us in Stockholm! They will fall before us in Berlin! They will fall before us in Athens!”
The crowd began to cheer.
“In Madrid!”
Cheer!
“In Paris!”
Cheer!
“And lastly in London!”
Cheers!
“My friends,” GRIM went on, “the time has come to tear this world asunder and reshape it into our own image! By the time this tour of Europe has concluded there will be no doubt that the Demon Brigade is the most dominant force that has ever existed and our enemies will be left gnashing their teeth and weeping in the knowledge that there is nothing they can do to stop us! Who’s with me?”
Everyone in attendance jumps to their feet and chants GRIM’s name and the group begins preparations for battle. In the middle of it all Esior pulls GRIM and Sentai aside and leads them into the darkness.
“I have something to show you,” the necromancer states, grabbing a torch and leading them towards the chained creature.
The thing howls in rage as the torch comes close.
“PisfaskvnUakjhsdkTkdajshTsadHkdjEgaFscsafaFkflsdIlkjlRdfsEhlkAscalWfcaskAcancY!”
Sentai shrieks and hides behind GRIM.
“What is that thing,” GRIM asks.
“Isn’t it obvious,” the necromancer replied, “this is your new watch dog!”
On this very night the spirits were attractive and roaming around, disturbed from their slumber by a group of foreigners from a land far, far from here. The dark wizard GRIM stood before small fire, surrounded by many of his Demon Brigades darkest zealots and his own personal circle of Sentei, Goryō, and Esior the Necromancer. The spirits wander amongst them, curious at their presence here and the power that seemed to surround both GRIM and Esior; and like many of the zealots themselves, they steered clear of the dark creature that was chained just outside the reach of the fire’s light. Smiling wickedly, GRIM looked around him at his followers and confidants, and began to speak.
“My friends, many believe that the Demon Brigade has fallen. They look at Lord Zenki’s loss of the MAX Heavyweight Championship, our apparent failure to secure the Royal Road Title and being denied for our requests for a chance to regain the World Tag Team Titles as signs that we have been cast from the heavens by the gods. What they forget though, my friends, is that we are demons and we do not fall, WE RISE UP!”
The small group cheers loudly as GRIM looks around. He catches the eye of Esior, who offers him an approving nod, and then turns his sight towards his lover, Sentei, who beams with pride. GRIM holds his hand out to her and she hands him his newest talisman, the All Mediterranean Tag Team Title. He beckons to his partner and protégé, SHACHIMON, who quickly stands and joins him, carrying the other title belt.
”My friends," GRIM continues, “let these champion belts be our symbol that carries us forward in our battles to push back the Light! We will show all those that have doubted the strength of the Demon Brigade that we will not go quietly into the darkness. WE ARE THE DARKNESS! We are the night that will sweep over this entire continent. We will face old adversaries, such as that pig, Jacob Hammerstein, the warmonger, Alexander Irvine and the arrogant dog, AJ Knight. They believe they have us on the ring, they believe they have us defeated, and they believe they will take the last prize from our cold dead hands but I tell you that THEY WILL FAIL! They will fall before us in Stockholm! They will fall before us in Berlin! They will fall before us in Athens!”
The crowd began to cheer.
“In Madrid!”
Cheer!
“In Paris!”
Cheer!
“And lastly in London!”
Cheers!
“My friends,” GRIM went on, “the time has come to tear this world asunder and reshape it into our own image! By the time this tour of Europe has concluded there will be no doubt that the Demon Brigade is the most dominant force that has ever existed and our enemies will be left gnashing their teeth and weeping in the knowledge that there is nothing they can do to stop us! Who’s with me?”
Everyone in attendance jumps to their feet and chants GRIM’s name and the group begins preparations for battle. In the middle of it all Esior pulls GRIM and Sentai aside and leads them into the darkness.
“I have something to show you,” the necromancer states, grabbing a torch and leading them towards the chained creature.
The thing howls in rage as the torch comes close.
“PisfaskvnUakjhsdkTkdajshTsadHkdjEgaFscsafaFkflsdIlkjlRdfsEhlkAscalWfcaskAcancY!”
Sentai shrieks and hides behind GRIM.
“What is that thing,” GRIM asks.
“Isn’t it obvious,” the necromancer replied, “this is your new watch dog!”