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Morbidity has a minion!

Plague the Bogfire Spook

Morbidity
Legacy Name: Morbidity

The

Graveyard Legeica
Owner:

Tribe

Age: 7 years, 8 months, 3 weeks

Born: July 28th, 2016

Adopted: 1 year, 2 months, 3 days ago

Adopted: February 21st, 2023

This pet has been nominated for the Pet Spotlight!

Statistics

Level: 155
Strength: 388
Defense: 387
Speed: 386
Health: 387
HP: 282/387
Intelligence: 96
Books Read: 96
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

CREDITS

profile template (c)

helix (get it)
template edited by

Tribe,

spacemage,

Gyarbear
story by

Tribe
Background courtesy of Unsplash user Fabien TWB (fabianfeub)
Adopted from

Loki on 2/21/2022

All things fall before death

Conquest's white gelding rides to the sound of battle cries, its banners carving vain order amid embattled chaos.

War's red horse rides before the call of battle, its trumpets proud and clear.

Famine's black mare rides with the sound of crackled wheat, the sound of harvests spoilt underfoot.

And Death--

Death's pale stallion rides to eerie silence, the air hanging ominous and still.

The seals have been broken: the horsemen ride into the realm of man. Harbingers of the Final Judgment, they raze as they wish, omens of an imminent end time. Their appetites will be whet on ruthless carnage, one that condemns man to no mercies.

Let devastation sing, let chaos reign.

Leave naught but stories, whispers in their wake.

Let mankind be judged for their heinous sins.

Plague spills out neath Death's cloak, a trail of ominous fog.

Mankind is too proud, too foolish. They will not ward off this blight--

They are mere blood and bone and paltry sinew. Their frail knowledge means nothing in the face of such disarray; they will neither mobilize, nor ward off the impending night.

The endtimes will leave no monument to Man.

They will fall, their souls ripe for harvest.

It will be a slaughter.

There will be no mourners.