DialfortheDevil
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I am DialfortheDevil, you may have seen me on other sites such as Speculative Evolution. I came here to have some experts in myth check if my project is good on the mythological front (on Spec they check the science behind it well enough!).
The project revolves around the world of Omnia Sanatem, an alternate Earth where wyverns,elves and a host of other mythical creatures inhabit. I am aiming to have as many mythical creatures represented in the project unless they completely break the laws of science and cannot be converted (magical beings are not present and you will not find creatures which are hexapods such as centaurs)
Too kick things off, heres a short story set in the world:
The Screams of the Twisted
Speaker- Dr. Henry Roberts
Date- 15/08/2011
Location- Galway, Ireland.
[ A rather portly ginger man appears on camera, flanked by a rather gruff looking Lycan with deep grey fur sporting a huge shotgun]
I am an esteemed anthropologist who specialised in so called, 'mutants' . Only recently has the British Government decided to actively acknowledge the idea that the human geonome is far more variable than we thought. Unlike the other hominid races such as goblins and kappa (elves do not get mutants, their racial purity ideals prevent this) , mankinds genetic code just seems to be far more variable. Now everyone knows about the mutants which live with the populace; the mighty spartans, the dwarfs and their bizarre customs, and god forbid I have even seen cyclops walking the streets of our magnificent capital....
Sorry I lost track. I find this whole subject rather fascinating. Anyway I was commissioned to travel the world and study the various mutations which afflict mankind, thus I was sent to Ireland. Ireland is infamous for a certain breed of human which has so far been contained on the island. Banshees are perhaps the most awful creatures to crawl out of the bowels of Omnia Sanatem. Vast amounts of the Irish population are carriers of the banshee genes, although the mutations only appear in females. Once the afflicted reaches puberty a horrifying transformation takes place. The transformation comes rapidly normally within 48 hours, first the child detaches itself and begins to look spaced out and seems emotionless. Next their eyes begin to deepen in colour until they turn a deep black. Lastly all rational thoughts are replaced with an urge for flesh. Normally after the banshee has murdered its family it escapes into the woods and joins others. From there they prey on whatver they find.
So here I am, in the forest. And by Darwin I don't know how many times I have **** myself already. Even though Morgan is next to me with mulcher shotgun. We first encountered a Banshee about 9 hours ago, it was around 2:10 AM and most of us were asleep in camp. It had been quiet all night, not even the cockatrice were making that awful squawking noise. I couldn't sleep, a squelching sort of sound could be heard outside the tent. Eventually I clambered out of the tent, thinking the noise was from some dickhead who had lost their tent, I flicked on my flashlight. Two deep black eyes stared at me. Huddled over something was a gaunt, barely feminine body. Its clothes clinging to the grey mottled skin. It continued to cower over over this dark lump, almost oblivious to my presence. Although its eyes were transfixed on me. As I moved my torch down to the lump.....
[Roberts breathing begins to get sharper]
[Roberts breathing begins to get sharper]
Oh I regret that. For it was huddled over the corpse of one of the local guides we had hired. Large chunks of flesh had been torn out of his flank, his rib cage jutted out from his chest. Blood was spattered across the banshees dress, goblets of flesh hung between her teeth. She grinned at me. Urine trickled down my leg. Then came a sound I would never forget. That soul scarring noise which ripped through what must be the limits of the natural world. She screamed. I broke out into a sobbing fit, crashing down into the mud. The banshee slowly stalked over to me, she moved with such grace and otherworldly elegance that I was in awe. I felt her breathing on the back of my neck now.
[Roberts starts laughing hysterically]
Bang! Morgans the crazy bastard comes running out and fires his shotgun again. Slightly unecessarily though, the first shot had already ripped through the gracile creature like it was paper.
[Further laughing]
I can't take it. I can hear them now. Everywhere. No wonder the locals believe in all of this outlawed catholic ****. **** Ireland. Not even the city of Dis can be worse!
[ The video ends here, analysis of the background of the scene shows a figure standing beside a tree wearing a bridal gown. Dr. Roberts has not been found, his lycan assistant Morgan was found a mile away strung up half eaten in a tree. A strange runic symbol had been carved into his forehead]
The project revolves around the world of Omnia Sanatem, an alternate Earth where wyverns,elves and a host of other mythical creatures inhabit. I am aiming to have as many mythical creatures represented in the project unless they completely break the laws of science and cannot be converted (magical beings are not present and you will not find creatures which are hexapods such as centaurs)
Too kick things off, heres a short story set in the world:
The Screams of the Twisted
Speaker- Dr. Henry Roberts
Date- 15/08/2011
Location- Galway, Ireland.
[ A rather portly ginger man appears on camera, flanked by a rather gruff looking Lycan with deep grey fur sporting a huge shotgun]
I am an esteemed anthropologist who specialised in so called, 'mutants' . Only recently has the British Government decided to actively acknowledge the idea that the human geonome is far more variable than we thought. Unlike the other hominid races such as goblins and kappa (elves do not get mutants, their racial purity ideals prevent this) , mankinds genetic code just seems to be far more variable. Now everyone knows about the mutants which live with the populace; the mighty spartans, the dwarfs and their bizarre customs, and god forbid I have even seen cyclops walking the streets of our magnificent capital....
Sorry I lost track. I find this whole subject rather fascinating. Anyway I was commissioned to travel the world and study the various mutations which afflict mankind, thus I was sent to Ireland. Ireland is infamous for a certain breed of human which has so far been contained on the island. Banshees are perhaps the most awful creatures to crawl out of the bowels of Omnia Sanatem. Vast amounts of the Irish population are carriers of the banshee genes, although the mutations only appear in females. Once the afflicted reaches puberty a horrifying transformation takes place. The transformation comes rapidly normally within 48 hours, first the child detaches itself and begins to look spaced out and seems emotionless. Next their eyes begin to deepen in colour until they turn a deep black. Lastly all rational thoughts are replaced with an urge for flesh. Normally after the banshee has murdered its family it escapes into the woods and joins others. From there they prey on whatver they find.
So here I am, in the forest. And by Darwin I don't know how many times I have **** myself already. Even though Morgan is next to me with mulcher shotgun. We first encountered a Banshee about 9 hours ago, it was around 2:10 AM and most of us were asleep in camp. It had been quiet all night, not even the cockatrice were making that awful squawking noise. I couldn't sleep, a squelching sort of sound could be heard outside the tent. Eventually I clambered out of the tent, thinking the noise was from some dickhead who had lost their tent, I flicked on my flashlight. Two deep black eyes stared at me. Huddled over something was a gaunt, barely feminine body. Its clothes clinging to the grey mottled skin. It continued to cower over over this dark lump, almost oblivious to my presence. Although its eyes were transfixed on me. As I moved my torch down to the lump.....
[Roberts breathing begins to get sharper]
[Roberts breathing begins to get sharper]
Oh I regret that. For it was huddled over the corpse of one of the local guides we had hired. Large chunks of flesh had been torn out of his flank, his rib cage jutted out from his chest. Blood was spattered across the banshees dress, goblets of flesh hung between her teeth. She grinned at me. Urine trickled down my leg. Then came a sound I would never forget. That soul scarring noise which ripped through what must be the limits of the natural world. She screamed. I broke out into a sobbing fit, crashing down into the mud. The banshee slowly stalked over to me, she moved with such grace and otherworldly elegance that I was in awe. I felt her breathing on the back of my neck now.
[Roberts starts laughing hysterically]
Bang! Morgans the crazy bastard comes running out and fires his shotgun again. Slightly unecessarily though, the first shot had already ripped through the gracile creature like it was paper.
[Further laughing]
I can't take it. I can hear them now. Everywhere. No wonder the locals believe in all of this outlawed catholic ****. **** Ireland. Not even the city of Dis can be worse!
[ The video ends here, analysis of the background of the scene shows a figure standing beside a tree wearing a bridal gown. Dr. Roberts has not been found, his lycan assistant Morgan was found a mile away strung up half eaten in a tree. A strange runic symbol had been carved into his forehead]