Main Story: Intermission part 1 Island of the Beasts
Here is the next segment of the story. It is here to frame the two begin chapters and the next series of chapters to add background to the main story.
The Deep Ones Project
Intermission
The Curse of Ralyeh
Part1
The Island of the Beasts
By David John Reichen
Was macht ein Man
Was macht ein Man
Der zwichen Mench und Tier
Nichtundershieden Kann
What makes a Man
What makes a Man
Between Man and Beast
No difference can be found
{Tier, By Rammstein, from Sehnsucht}
They came at dawn, a private yacht with a fleet of naval ships as an escort. The yacht's main sail had a stylized eye with a burning candle for its iris and the flame as the pupil. The naval ships had arcane symbols painted on them. When they arrived close to the island, the naval ships were deployed around the island and once they were in place the yacht docked at the harbor. Ten armed men disembarked from the yacht and they proceeded to secure the yacht to the dock, ran a gang plank from the yacht to the dock and then took defensive position at dockside. When this was accomplished, two men in white robes and six in brown robes left the yacht. All of this was very entertaining to the villagers gathered. It all looked like some war movie rehearsal. The two white robed men approached the crowed that was growing larger by the minute and demanded to see the mayor of the village. After a brief discussion of the probable whereabouts of the mayor, they decide that it would be best to go to where the mayor was and they left the crowd to wonder what all of the fuss was about.
Once they had the mayor roused from his afternoon nap, they demanded that he gather everyone down by the docks for an important announcement. When they had everyone gathered, they went to the temple, which had been left alone until now, and dragged me, my mate and the accolades from there and forced us into a separate group near where the others were. After much pontification, demeaning insults and condemning us with having unholy congress with the beast, their leader had the brown robes take tube type things from his assistant. When the brown robes where all equipped, the leader had the armed men line up the villagers and the brown robes injected whatever was in the tubes into all of them. The leader claimed that what was to happen would purge them of the taint of sin that they had foolishly acquired. Whatever it was began to do its grizzly work as one by one, those that were injected became overcome by pussy, oozy, red welts.
We, of the temple, were then forced to watch our fellow villagers succumb to such treatment and were given the task of stacking the bodies of the dead and dieing into great piles. Any one of us, from the temple, who resisted in this task were shot and piled in with the rest. Stacks of bodies were everywhere, a terrible moaning could be heard from some of the piles as those still clinging to life tried to dig their way out. They then did what I hope never to see again, they set all of the mounds of bodies aflame with the blow torches that some of the armed soldiers had strapped onto their backs. The stench of burning flesh and the screams of the still dieing resembled the description of hell, like the souls of the damned being consumed by the fire.
Their leader then had us line up against the temple. Just before the order to execute us could be given, a group of porpoises distracted everyone for a crucial few seconds and I was able to sneak back into the temple. The men did not seem to notice that I was missing as I crashed through the temple's doorway. I then made my way to the altar, took the ornate sculpture of our protector and tossed it into the well that was beside it.
Outside, the bullets let loose, bodies feel to the ground and blood flowed onto the street. While the invaders were admiring their handy work, they noticed that I was not there and that I must have fled the area. They went to the temple, noticed that the doors were open and entered it once more. When I heard them as they made their way to the congregation chamber, the mob dedicated to wiping us out, enter this sacred ground again, I stood up cautiously from behind the pulpit which I was hiding and told them that they had no idea of the forces that have been unleashed and that the Curse of Ralyeh shall descend upon them all.
Just then, all hell broke loose. The temple guardian exploded up from the well, a kraken of ancient legend. It loomed menacingly above those gathered there staring at the nightmarish manifestation before them. It looked at the scene with its myriad eyes and screamed a cry of utter outrage. As the invaders fired at the apparition before them, this only angered it more, the creature reached out with its tentacles and grabbed them like rag dolls and threw their broken bodies everywhere. The cries of the dieing were drowned out by the creatures own bellowing.
As its last act, it went to where the whited robed ones were cowering behind a row of pews. It took them to the well and tossed them down the well. Their anguished cries could be heard diminishing as they fell to its water bottom. The kraken then descended as well taking the instigators of desecration to their unknown fate.
When I finally made my way from the temple, I was assailed by a mammoth explosion and knew what must be happening, the Dragoons of Dagon had arrived with a vengeance. The Dragoons of Dagon enforce the Convenient of Ralyeh, an agreement that was made between various civilized species that have developed on this planet. There are in fact two groups that have this sacred responsibility. The Dragoon of Dagon's realm is the sea and the Messengers of The Veiled King patrol the land.
I rushed down to the shore to witness their actions of retribution and I stood there, watching, as they began their attack of one of the ships. They rode their specially trained porpoises to the ship. From the ship, it must have looked like any other group of porpoises frolicking around the ship's hull, the dragoons were riding on the underside, thus hidden from view, as they made their approach. They attached mines to the hull, below the water line so that they could not be seen, and left for safer waters. The mines exploded, ripping great gashes in the ship, causing it to sink into the sea like the big metallic rock that it is. The dragoons then made easy work of removing the rats as they tried to flee the sinking ship. Whoever thought that the arcane symbols the ships would ensure their safety had made one fatal mistake in assuming that we would be held back by them, we were of Ralyeh and not of the one who is confined below the oceans depths and are not swayed by such graffiti.
After the spectacle at sea drew to a close, I made my way back to the temple to search among the bullet ridden bodies for my beloved mate. I found her there, lifeless and cold, and cradled her head in my lap, raised my face to the uncaring sky and wept in grief. As my tears fell to the dusty ground, a vision came to me, a specter like the Grimm Reaper. Moving silently, it approached to where I was. I wiped the tears from my eyes so that I could get a better look at him. He was dress in black or something close to it. He wore gloves and a veil that covered his head. He asked me what had happened here and I related the events that had befallen our once prosperous village.
He helped me properly dispose of the accolades' bodies by sending them to their watery graves, down the well. It was at this time that he asked me where I had come from, he must have guessed by my accent that I was not from here. I told him that I was from across the Atlantic, the New England area of North America. I was only a first year student at a local university and decided to visit Europe during the Summer Break, to see the sights. I fell in love with this town, its people and my soon to be mate. I decided to make this Island my home and that the rest was history.
After telling him my story, we made our way to the sea to watch the dragoons cleaning up the debris. I gave him what I had hidden in the temple and had taken with me before leaving that area. I told him that I was weary of this desolate place and left him there to join my beloved, diving into the sea.
The thing that I gave the Veiled One was my identification card issued to me by an organization that had a chapter at the university that I went to. It had my name and a series of numbers and the following inscription: Wilmarth Foundation, Miskatonic University, Arkham, Mass. USA.
The Deep Ones Project
Intermission
The Curse of Ralyeh
Part1
The Island of the Beasts
By David John Reichen
Was macht ein Man
Was macht ein Man
Der zwichen Mench und Tier
Nichtundershieden Kann
What makes a Man
What makes a Man
Between Man and Beast
No difference can be found
{Tier, By Rammstein, from Sehnsucht}
They came at dawn, a private yacht with a fleet of naval ships as an escort. The yacht's main sail had a stylized eye with a burning candle for its iris and the flame as the pupil. The naval ships had arcane symbols painted on them. When they arrived close to the island, the naval ships were deployed around the island and once they were in place the yacht docked at the harbor. Ten armed men disembarked from the yacht and they proceeded to secure the yacht to the dock, ran a gang plank from the yacht to the dock and then took defensive position at dockside. When this was accomplished, two men in white robes and six in brown robes left the yacht. All of this was very entertaining to the villagers gathered. It all looked like some war movie rehearsal. The two white robed men approached the crowed that was growing larger by the minute and demanded to see the mayor of the village. After a brief discussion of the probable whereabouts of the mayor, they decide that it would be best to go to where the mayor was and they left the crowd to wonder what all of the fuss was about.
Once they had the mayor roused from his afternoon nap, they demanded that he gather everyone down by the docks for an important announcement. When they had everyone gathered, they went to the temple, which had been left alone until now, and dragged me, my mate and the accolades from there and forced us into a separate group near where the others were. After much pontification, demeaning insults and condemning us with having unholy congress with the beast, their leader had the brown robes take tube type things from his assistant. When the brown robes where all equipped, the leader had the armed men line up the villagers and the brown robes injected whatever was in the tubes into all of them. The leader claimed that what was to happen would purge them of the taint of sin that they had foolishly acquired. Whatever it was began to do its grizzly work as one by one, those that were injected became overcome by pussy, oozy, red welts.
We, of the temple, were then forced to watch our fellow villagers succumb to such treatment and were given the task of stacking the bodies of the dead and dieing into great piles. Any one of us, from the temple, who resisted in this task were shot and piled in with the rest. Stacks of bodies were everywhere, a terrible moaning could be heard from some of the piles as those still clinging to life tried to dig their way out. They then did what I hope never to see again, they set all of the mounds of bodies aflame with the blow torches that some of the armed soldiers had strapped onto their backs. The stench of burning flesh and the screams of the still dieing resembled the description of hell, like the souls of the damned being consumed by the fire.
Their leader then had us line up against the temple. Just before the order to execute us could be given, a group of porpoises distracted everyone for a crucial few seconds and I was able to sneak back into the temple. The men did not seem to notice that I was missing as I crashed through the temple's doorway. I then made my way to the altar, took the ornate sculpture of our protector and tossed it into the well that was beside it.
Outside, the bullets let loose, bodies feel to the ground and blood flowed onto the street. While the invaders were admiring their handy work, they noticed that I was not there and that I must have fled the area. They went to the temple, noticed that the doors were open and entered it once more. When I heard them as they made their way to the congregation chamber, the mob dedicated to wiping us out, enter this sacred ground again, I stood up cautiously from behind the pulpit which I was hiding and told them that they had no idea of the forces that have been unleashed and that the Curse of Ralyeh shall descend upon them all.
Just then, all hell broke loose. The temple guardian exploded up from the well, a kraken of ancient legend. It loomed menacingly above those gathered there staring at the nightmarish manifestation before them. It looked at the scene with its myriad eyes and screamed a cry of utter outrage. As the invaders fired at the apparition before them, this only angered it more, the creature reached out with its tentacles and grabbed them like rag dolls and threw their broken bodies everywhere. The cries of the dieing were drowned out by the creatures own bellowing.
As its last act, it went to where the whited robed ones were cowering behind a row of pews. It took them to the well and tossed them down the well. Their anguished cries could be heard diminishing as they fell to its water bottom. The kraken then descended as well taking the instigators of desecration to their unknown fate.
When I finally made my way from the temple, I was assailed by a mammoth explosion and knew what must be happening, the Dragoons of Dagon had arrived with a vengeance. The Dragoons of Dagon enforce the Convenient of Ralyeh, an agreement that was made between various civilized species that have developed on this planet. There are in fact two groups that have this sacred responsibility. The Dragoon of Dagon's realm is the sea and the Messengers of The Veiled King patrol the land.
I rushed down to the shore to witness their actions of retribution and I stood there, watching, as they began their attack of one of the ships. They rode their specially trained porpoises to the ship. From the ship, it must have looked like any other group of porpoises frolicking around the ship's hull, the dragoons were riding on the underside, thus hidden from view, as they made their approach. They attached mines to the hull, below the water line so that they could not be seen, and left for safer waters. The mines exploded, ripping great gashes in the ship, causing it to sink into the sea like the big metallic rock that it is. The dragoons then made easy work of removing the rats as they tried to flee the sinking ship. Whoever thought that the arcane symbols the ships would ensure their safety had made one fatal mistake in assuming that we would be held back by them, we were of Ralyeh and not of the one who is confined below the oceans depths and are not swayed by such graffiti.
After the spectacle at sea drew to a close, I made my way back to the temple to search among the bullet ridden bodies for my beloved mate. I found her there, lifeless and cold, and cradled her head in my lap, raised my face to the uncaring sky and wept in grief. As my tears fell to the dusty ground, a vision came to me, a specter like the Grimm Reaper. Moving silently, it approached to where I was. I wiped the tears from my eyes so that I could get a better look at him. He was dress in black or something close to it. He wore gloves and a veil that covered his head. He asked me what had happened here and I related the events that had befallen our once prosperous village.
He helped me properly dispose of the accolades' bodies by sending them to their watery graves, down the well. It was at this time that he asked me where I had come from, he must have guessed by my accent that I was not from here. I told him that I was from across the Atlantic, the New England area of North America. I was only a first year student at a local university and decided to visit Europe during the Summer Break, to see the sights. I fell in love with this town, its people and my soon to be mate. I decided to make this Island my home and that the rest was history.
After telling him my story, we made our way to the sea to watch the dragoons cleaning up the debris. I gave him what I had hidden in the temple and had taken with me before leaving that area. I told him that I was weary of this desolate place and left him there to join my beloved, diving into the sea.
The thing that I gave the Veiled One was my identification card issued to me by an organization that had a chapter at the university that I went to. It had my name and a series of numbers and the following inscription: Wilmarth Foundation, Miskatonic University, Arkham, Mass. USA.
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