This is a roleplay server set in the world of Cult of The Lamb. | 127 members
Note: this is a server owned by an online friend, not me. I might link my own servers at one point in a reblog, but for now, they won’t be a pinned post. I will have to ask if I can link the newer Urban Blight/Modern AU/Gang AU server, since it’s technically incomplete, but there is a link to that server in a thread in this one. (I know it may not be the greatest to have to join one to join another, but I don’t wanna go linking it since it’s not on disboard)
Edit: I also wanna say now that you might see some…crazy things and whatnot said in this server. Just warning anyone who joins ahead of time.
Here’s Urban Blight Chronicals, a modern AU RP server for Cult of the Lamb! But, aside from being a modern AU, it’s also dystopian!
(Idk the full details myself. I am not the owner, nor am I a mod. I just kind of exist there.)
Check out the Urban Blight Chronicals community on Discord - hang out with 9 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.
Anyway, be careful of what you say, as while the server shall be intended for an older audience (at least 16+ or so. It hasn’t completely been decided yet.), you still shouldn’t say anything inappropriate (such as slurs and whatever else- idk how to word it properly as I suck with words). I may have been given permission to post this link, and I don’t think anyone of you would do something troublesome, but I still want to make sure it’s known, since i’m still taking a bit of a risk by trusting anyone who joins.
I really hope that I didn’t word this too bad/it didn’t come off the wrong way. I am terrible with words at times.
Jakovis, wherever he was, was face down on the ground, completely out cold. Yet, before the location could be identified, with a snap, darkness soon surrounded the area, concealing the true location to any who might observe. Almost immediately after, a familiar, malevolent voice spoke up.
Okay, everything’s ready, got someone to keep things in order at the main guild camp…time to head out and up that mountain. Hopefully the boss is around there.
With that, Mallantha would leave to try and ascend ewefall in an attempt to find Jakovis.
It’s Mallantha again…has anyone seen the boss? After he went back to…whatever he was doing, I lost track of him, and now I can’t find him anywhere. It’s starting to get worrying…i’m almost willing to see if he’s at that one mountain…despite his several warnings not to go there due to some recent situation.
It’s Mallantha again…has anyone seen the boss? After he went back to…whatever he was doing, I lost track of him, and now I can’t find him anywhere. It’s starting to get worrying…i’m almost willing to see if he’s at that one mountain…despite his several warnings not to go there due to some recent situation.
Well everyone, while I go deal with my problems in the most unhealthy ways possible, i’ll leave my second in command Mallantha in charge of things around here. Anything you may need me for, contact her. And if it’s important enough that I really am needed…well, hope she can find me.
Following the previous fight with the wolves, Jakovis would prepare to leave Woolhaven, still shaking a bit as he muttered something to himself along the lines of "blood is always so difficult to get out of my wool". Before he actually left, he would to stop by Yngya’s statue to make a final check of things being alright.
"Well, seems like things are clearing up…if anything else comes up and I get called upon, i’ll probably just portal directly in. Anyway, before I head out, is there anything i’m needed for, or am I good to go right now?"
(@definitely-not-a-lamb)
I appreciate your aid during the wolf attack. You may attend to your other duties. Please let me know if you ever need anything my child.
Soon after he was alerted, Jakovis would sprint into Woolhaven, one blade in each hand as his head practically snapped around, shaking violently as he was looking for something or someone to fight.
"Alright! I’m here! Just point at whatever ya want dead, and i’ll get the job done!"
(@definitely-not-a-lamb)
Wolves are breaking into Woolhaven, I need your aid in fighting them off!
"Very well, cold mother!" He shouted in response, continuing to rapidly look around. When he finally locked onto a target, he’d laugh like a madman before charging in to fight.
Jakovis, who had been staring at his reflection in the blade of his sword/crown, shook his head to clear his thoughts upon hearing those words.
"Damnit! Why now of all times!?" He yelled to nobody in particular, immediately using a basic dark portal to cover most of the distance to Woolhaven before sprinting the rest of the way, morphing his crown into a pair of blades attached to chains so that he was ready strike down any wolves he might see along the way.
(Look, i’m not too sure what to say in terms of warning about the contents of the post or if it even needs one aside from the one part close to the end (along with the end), since I am NOT used to stuff like this, but this does deal with quite a bit of possibly extreme violence and some things that some may see as a bit…dark and/or graphic, considering the song that inspired the incident (Hell's Comin' with Me), as well as, of course, a specific point towards the end of the post/the end of the post itself. I really hope I didn’t screw this up, but I am always willing delete or edit this if it comes down to it. If I need to delete it, please inform me.)
Years ago, while the slaughter continued throughout the lands of the old faith, and quite a while after the Wandering Shadows mercenary guild was established by Jakovis close to the start of the slaughter, the young lamb, who at this point was still disguised as "Nyrtexio, the Wandering Wolf", was just completing a job given to him- another assassination…all too common. Anyone who hires him only ever wants someone dead, putting no thought into just what a crownbearer like him could do aside from kill and instill fear. As he cleaned up the mess he’d made in the process, he’d hear the faint sound of a fearful gasp off to his right, in a burst of speed, he’d rush towards whoever witnessed the murder scene, grabbing them by the neck. As he watched them beg for their life, he felt a sickening sense of familiarity.
"Wait- please! Don’t kill me! I have a-" The witness was cut off as Jakovis squeezed their neck tighter, slowly realizing who they were, his eyes slowly shifting to match those of his crown as he slowly began to enter the blind rage state.
"…You’re one of them…one of those bastards who took everything from me. They begged, you know…my parents. As you burned them alive in their own home…did you show them mercy? Did you show ME mercy? No…you didn’t…so, y’know what? After you…I think i’ll head back home…pay a visit to our old friends…" He said, not noticing the second voice echoing his own as he morphed his crown into a gauntlet around the Akrurstead villager’s neck, squeezing further until he heard it snap. Tossing the body aside, he’d turn in a seemingly random direction, more hateful thoughts surfacing before he started sprinting in that direction.
LATER, IN AKRURSTEAD…
The villagers of Akrurstead were out and about, living their lives to the fullest. As some spoke to each other and performed their daily duties, others prayed at statues of the bishops- mainly that of Leshy, or listened to a sermon delivered by the local faith enforcer, while the children ran around as they played various games. Yet one child, who had simply been watching the various little critters out in the woods, suddenly came running to their mother, afraid.
"Mama! Mama! I saw a ghost!" The child shouted, pointing towards where they’d just run from. With a brief laugh, believing the child was imagining things, the mother would kneel down and point towards the spot, looking towards it.
"Oh, Anlomar. There are no ghosts here. It was probably just a trick of…" She stopped, watching as a spirit that was glowing a hellish red floated out from the forest, soon joined by others like it. This phenomenon repeated around the village until it was surrounded. Yet, as ominous whistling started, a group of spirits moved, clearing the path for a somewhat small figure with a crown atop its head to enter the village. Once it stood in the central square of the village, the figure stopped, kneeling down and chanting something, the eye of its crown glowing. When the figure finally rose back to its feet, it said only one word before firing a blast of flame magic at a nearby house.
"…Burn…"
At that word, and as the small blast struck its target, several buildings appeared to burst into flames in a supernatural instant. With that, the figure, who, of course, was Jakovis in secret, started running through the village to get to the faith enforcer, either slicing down villagers or throwing them into blazing buildings along his path. Before he could reach the enforcer, however, he was attacked by a villager, who tried using a rope to strangle him. Of course, the effort didn’t last long, as he morphed his crown into a dagger, using its eye to see where his target was before plunging the blade into their skull, killing them in an instant. As they dropped to the floor, he’d take the rope in hand, a sinister grin forming on his face as he resumed his path to the enforcer, who stood before a statue of Leshy. Yet, instead of attacking the enforcer himself, he’d slice open the ground, summoning two pair of vengeful spirits. He’d command the first pair to hold the enforcer still, while he ordered the other two to prevent villagers from intervening. As the spirits complied, he calmly approached the enforcer, looking up and noticing how he could barely reach their neck. With a snap, the two spirits forced the enforcer to his knees, allowing Jakovis to secure the rope around their neck, then morning his crown into a hand separate from his body, using it as the spirits lifted the enforcer to secure the other end of the rope to the crown of the Leshy statue. After that, villagers ran up, seeing the situation- the enforcer, struggling to get the rope off of their neck, the spirits, who remained close to the enforcer, ensuring he would die, and Jakovis, whose identity was still concealed. As the village burned around them, many fell to their knees and started begging for their lives, pleading for Jakovis to spare themselves or their families. Yet, raising his fist, he’d silence them.
"You…idiots. You think you deserve mercy? After what YOU did!? I AM THE HAND OF RIGHTEOUS RETRIBUTION!" Bringing his fist down, he’d remove his mask and hood in the same swipe, turning to face the crowd, his eyes now almost entirely engulfed by the color of his crown’s eye, his pupils also replaced by that of the crown. "…AND I AM JAKOVIS ULTIO AKARIES! YOU ALL KILLED MY PARENTS, AND YOU ALL TRIED TO KILL ME! NOT ONLY THAT…BUT SO MANY OTHERS HAVE DIED…SO MANY OF MY KIND WHO HAD FAMILIES OF THEIR OWN! HOW MANY BEGGED FOR THEIR LIVES!? FOR THEIR FAMILIES' LIVES, EVEN AS THEY WERE PUT TO THE BLADE!? NONE OF YOU GET MERCY, BECAUSE NONE OF YOU SHOWED MERCY! AN EYE FOR AN EYE!"
He yelled, finally having the spirits that surrounded the village start dragging the villagers into the burning buildings, intending on making them die the same way his parents did. As he watched this, he laughed, though now his voice echoed the laughter of the secondary voice, which, after some time faded slowly, along with the alterations to his eyes. Once both finally faded, his smile followed, with his eyes widening in shock at what he’d apparently done.
"Oh…oh crowns…what have I done? Why did I-" He fell to his hands and knees, throwing up an odd, dark fluid in response to the sights, as well as the sound of the screaming around the village. "They didn’t all deserve this…only…only some…why did I do this!? Why-" He stopped himself, rising so that he was only on his knees.
"I…I can’t…I can’t do this…i’m…a monster…" He started, morphing his crown into a dagger once more, staring at the blade for a moment before flipping it and attempting to plunge it into his own heart- only to suddenly stop, the crown’s eye glowing as a the secondary voice finally spoke on its own, speaking in the voice of Korvacrinus Coraxus.
"Hold on now, little puppet! You’re not getting away that easy!" He shouted, his voice echoing in Jakovis' mind, eventually using the dark fluid to create his form, moving to float in front of Jakovis. "Finally! Enough power to be free! You did great- no, you did perfect, kid!"
"You…you did this, didn’t you! I don’t know who you are, but I’ll-" He’d be forced to cover his own mouth as Korvacrinus clenched his fist and the eye of his crown pulsed.
"You’ll what, child? Kill me? You can’t…I certainly won’t let you. Oh, and I didn’t do anything- well, sort of…this was mostly your decision. I merely…gave you the courage to see it through and kill them. That, and I made sure you had those little bastards killed to ensure they wouldn’t be a problem later…after all, what good a puppet would you be if you spared everyone except the enforcer like you originally intended!" He responded, laughing maniacally. "Oh…who am I kidding…you’ll blame yourself, anyway…especially since you won’t remember much about this…" With a snap of his fingers, Korvacrinus disappeared, the maniacal laughter echoing for a moment before finally fading away.
Back in the present day
Jakovis stood alone, blind to his own surroundings, not even knowing where he was, or even whether he was awake or in another nightmare. All he could focus on was the "memories" playing on repeat. True to what had been said in the past, he’d forgotten many details about what truly happened back in Akrurstead, blaming himself entirely for the slaughter. With a sigh, he’d morph his crown into a sword, staring at his reflection in the blade.
"…It’s finally possible now. I can do what I failed to do that day…and who could, or even would stop me? Who would even…miss me? Nobody…not in all of the lands of the old faith…not a soul would miss me…the monster that I am…"
The first is that, due to the darker tone/nature of the post (at least from what I can tell), I may delete it/cancel it, since idk if it’s a bit too much.
The second is that, since Jakovis stopped aging at 27, using that year as a basis for when the slaughter of the lambs ended/The Lamb became the bearer of the red crown, and adding to it the idea that The Lamb was the infant sent away in Aniel’s confession, then, with a minimum of 18 years between the slaughter beginning and ending, this would put Jakovis at anywhere from 10-14 during the events of the Akrurstead incident, since idk when exactly it would take place.
As I said, his whole thing where the crown didn’t stop his aging was an important detail to the Akrurstead incident. He was relatively young during it.
First, the fun fact: Despite being a crownbearer since a week into the slaughter of the lambs, Jakovis didn’t stop aging until years later, due to the fact his mind wasn’t exactly fully developed by the time he got the crown, the fact that the crown was in an extremely weakened/near-dormant state, and because of Korvacrinus acting like a parasite on the crown, which further weakened the crown’s own hold on Jakovis.
(Not sure how long the slaughter went on for/how old Jakovis is aside from somewhere mid-20’s (27 or so at the latest), which leads to this fun fact being connected to the Akrurstead incident post…I have tormented Jakovis since his creation, and it will not end.)
While working on the post for the Akrurstead incident/Jakovis' nightmare, I remembered an idea I had: Jakovis, when he was masquerading as the Wandering Wolf/Nyrtexio, unintentionally stole someone’s identity…with bonus points of it happened to be a member of the free pack. For some reason the idea just felt hilarious to me.
Anyway, now that I have that out of my head, it’s time for me to work on other things, including the one actual post.
Probably gonna adapt my one Dungeons and Dragons character blog into a cult of the lamb character blog, especially since I used the character in a cult of the lamb setting before. Also, idk when i’ll do it, but i’ll eventually have a post somewhat detailing the Akrurstead incident from his life, which is what his one nightmare is based on. I do wanna say though about the incident: It’s somewhat based on the song “Hell's Comin' with Me" by Poor Man's Poison.
*As Sariel 's party enters the chamber keeping Yngya's heart, the rotlings pause, confused at the sudden arrival of more souls.
Sariel pauses at the entrance, staring in guilt and horror at the sight of Yngya's heart.
The rot grasps it tightly, digging into it as it pumps. It's no doubt thanks to the prayers that the rot hasn't been able to burrow into it.*
(Sariel) I'm so sorry....
[Woolhaven]
*Rami bursts out from their forge, holding a strange metal that's been fashioned into a gem, followed by Aniel. They approach those still praying at the statue.*
(Rami) Guys! I think I found a way to transfer the spell! This metal the meteorite held can hold magic! I think we can do an easy ritual to transfer the spell into this and free the souls trapped in the rot! I need volunteers to travel into the mountain with me to tell Sariel!
(Everyone may reblog with their oc responses to this post! It's time to come together hehehe)
After…however long Jakovis had been out, he finally woke up, scrambling to get up before taking a look around to try and find what direction the group he was with went in. Once he was confident about the direction they’d gone in, he’d burst into a full sprint, voluntarily using the improved rage state to increase his speed, screaming at the top of his lungs- not out of fear, but because he was in that much of a rush to try and not get back to his group too late.
"Hey- sorry- I really ran too much- anyway…message i’m supposed to deliver. Yngya is alright. She’s safe with someone called Imora. And while she can’t respond since she’s asleep, she can still feel the prayers and devotion. Now that I finally got the message out…" He started, morphing his crown into a flintlock, firing at a few rotlings. "…Just tell me what I have to do."
Jakovis would simply nod, morphing his crown from a flintlock to a pair of blades before charging in like an absolute madman, swinging the blades in the same crazy manner.
*As Sariel 's party enters the chamber keeping Yngya's heart, the rotlings pause, confused at the sudden arrival of more souls.
Sariel pauses at the entrance, staring in guilt and horror at the sight of Yngya's heart.
The rot grasps it tightly, digging into it as it pumps. It's no doubt thanks to the prayers that the rot hasn't been able to burrow into it.*
(Sariel) I'm so sorry....
[Woolhaven]
*Rami bursts out from their forge, holding a strange metal that's been fashioned into a gem, followed by Aniel. They approach those still praying at the statue.*
(Rami) Guys! I think I found a way to transfer the spell! This metal the meteorite held can hold magic! I think we can do an easy ritual to transfer the spell into this and free the souls trapped in the rot! I need volunteers to travel into the mountain with me to tell Sariel!
(Everyone may reblog with their oc responses to this post! It's time to come together hehehe)
After…however long Jakovis had been out, he finally woke up, scrambling to get up before taking a look around to try and find what direction the group he was with went in. Once he was confident about the direction they’d gone in, he’d burst into a full sprint, voluntarily using the improved rage state to increase his speed, screaming at the top of his lungs- not out of fear, but because he was in that much of a rush to try and not get back to his group too late.
"Hey- sorry- I really ran too much- anyway…message i’m supposed to deliver. Yngya is alright. She’s safe with someone called Imora. And while she can’t respond since she’s asleep, she can still feel the prayers and devotion. Now that I finally got the message out…" He started, morphing his crown into a flintlock, firing at a few rotlings. "…Just tell me what I have to do."
Jakovis would simply nod, morphing his crown from a flintlock to a pair of blades before charging in like an absolute madman, swinging the blades in the same crazy manner.
