--Where the Brahma Bull walks, death follows. And where death follows, his fanatical cronies, those who have submitted their free will and sense of individuality to the Harbinger of Death walk and preach the most radical of evolutionary ideologies--
Before the domineering baron of brutality known as the Brahma Bull, before the Fourth Horseman of the Apocalypse, there was only صفر, a monstrous Goliath with a penchant for conflict and ruthlessness fueled by a radical evolutionarily-founded ideology unlike any other before it. Not since the founding of the Arcani has the Brahma Bull identified himself as the mythical progenitor of the Strigidae. And it was in the uncharted landscapes of the Amazon Rainforest that Strigidae Zero was rediscovered, his unyielding path of destruction to set on a taciturn settlement in the still night.
There was no concept of mercy as his followers emerged. The violence that his former cronies once employed as tools of terror paled in comparison to the carnage the Cult of صفر unleashed upon the defenseless camp. They ripped out the throats of their victims with their teeth, and gorged on their steaming blood with hungry, bestial snarls. He laughed murderously as they plucked out the eyes of the terrified, wailing victims, their tortured cries lasting long into the night. No life remained in the settlement as the hulking revolutionary strode into the dark, he and his followers drenched in blood and lit by the lurid glow of the encompassing conflagration. Where he walked, death would follow.
His taste for blood and domination to be sated only once he has wiped the plague of the foul hominid, the genetic degenerates, and the weaklings of the mutant race from the face of the Earth. Until his ideological vision is realized, chaos would be wreaked upon the existence of both man and mutant. He would wipe away all in his path in a red mist, a rolling crimson fog that would erase everyone and everything in his path as he strode along in front of it, a menacing giant that would laugh heartily at the screams and cries of the doomed. And it would be from this mist that his kingdom would be erect.
A perfection reflection of the Militant Monster. His would be a frightening kingdom of slag and burning skies, and gelid air. A desecrated, decaying place washed in blood and smeared with excrement. His undead thralls, the raised corpses of victims and his followers alike would roam freely, counted as servants of the Brahma Bull. He will continue to be a force of strife and misery until his ideal world meets creation. His world would begin with the Temple of صفر. The Temple of Strigidae Zero.
--Ready to intercept the ignorant wanderer and curious journeyman are the Brahma Bull's cronies. A collection of paramilitary mutant radicals undead and living, wielding the destructive tools of modern weaponry stride all about the dense greenery of the Amazon rainforest in perpetual observation of their surroundings.
Fanatical scholars and ideological slaves religiously worship and revere the self-proclaimed Gangster of Guerrilla Warfare, their unblinking eyes feverishly studying every weathered page detailing the militant Goliath's past as the ceaselessly elusive Strigidae Zero while the more nefarious and perverted of his followers reside deeper within the eternal pit that is the Brahma Bull's temple.
Their hearts pound in their chests as their sweat runs cold down their back. The light they see is too bright, too vivid. Smells they have never noticed before have suddenly grown overpowering, and the faintest of sounds are deafening. There is fear. Followed by disorientation and torturous pain as their bones lengthen and their bodies contort and finally the urge to kill in the all-consuming lust for blood.
They isolate themselves in the temple's darkest corners, the air burning their lungs, their claws are razors, their teeth? Daggers. Conscious thought fades as they become his now. His hounds. His commands burn within their minds as they wail their despair at the blood red moon when it festoons the dark sky.
They will kill any who oppose their prophet. They are beasts, nightmare creatures of such savagery and dread, that only they were fit to spread the unrelenting violence of the Brahma Bull's ideology--
- No godmodding
- Anyone can post here but the temple's location is meant to be very difficult to discover. If you don't sell the difficulty in locating the temple and just appear out of thin air, I'll ignore your post.
- You can come here to do whatever. Attack it etc. but if you want to cause major destruction, PM my La_Espada account.
- Sell the security here. Most of them are mutants while a portion of them are bestial in nature. Don't show up and start whooping everybody's ass just cause you can because your powers make you all that. If you do, your post might as well not even exist on this thread.
- Have fun ;)