#great worm

[ninescapeminis]

Poor lighting mixed with a phone camera makes for crappy detail capture but here's my take on the Purple Great Worm

[talesfromdarkness]

41. Give and Take

"Is someone coming?" Kevin asked for about the hundredth time. "No, not yet," James shot back. "How about now?" Kevin asked again. "No, nobody is coming and nobody is gonna be coming if you keep asking," James told Kevin. Kevin was almost always nervous during this part, and his nerves always seemed to put James on edge. Who could blame them? It was muggy and the only light is from an old flickering street lamp. James took a quick look out from the ally way. "What if nobody comes?" Kevin asked once again really annoying James. "If you don't shut up I will clock you," James threatened with crowbar in hand.

James was actually worried that nobody would come. That would make the order really ticked. Kevin and James must have done this a dozen times by now. Suddenly, James flattened himself against the wall. There was a slow and quiet sound of an old man walking by. The two hid themselves in the shadows of the alleyway. Silently James crept up behind the man. There was a muffled sound of crowbar hitting skull, and the man went limp as a corpse. The two dashed the body into the alleyway. "Get the car. I will handle the geezer," James spat an order at Kevin. Kevin sneaked away into the gloom. Soon he came back with a black van and James strolled out of the alleyway with a human sized white bag slung over a shoulder. He hefted the bag into the back of the van, before getting in himself. "Do you think he is another bum?" Kevin tentatively asked. "I don't know, and I don't care. Let's just get this over with," James nervously responded.

They drove out to an old cemetery. With long flowing black robes another member of the order greeted them. "Did you get another body?" the dark figure questioned them. "Yeah, sure." James shakily answered, and the man gestured for them to follow. The two goons lifted the body out of the car and trailed after the black man. The trio came to a mausoleum and two other roped men opened the large stone door, letting the three men inside, before quickly closing. Inside was a singular staircase leading deep below the surface. With a bit of effort James and Kevin carried their prize down into the depths. They came upon a very old wooden door, which the black figure had to unlock in order for it to be opened. Inside was a large, dimly lit, stone hallway with a large number of iron bar cells along the walls all coming to another ancient door. There were a few low moans and sobbing from the prisoners. With the opening of a cell door and the tossing of their cargo, they added to the number of prisoners inside. "That makes 5 this week. The pick-up teams have been doing quite well," the figure noted. "All for the Order. Ya know," James said nearly swelling with pride. "Quite, if you and brother Kevin get your attire we can begin this night's ritual," the figure concluded before walking away to the far door.

The two whisked themselves away, and met with the attendants, who had opened the door for them earlier. They gave James and Kevin matching black ropes, just like all the others. Once they were all ready, they all went through the far door. James noted that they had everything already set up. The candles were lit, the sacrifice was already in place, and the other member were already here all in their traditional black ropes. They started their chants. The true meanings of the words they did not know, but they felt the power they spoke. The sacrifice started screaming and crying. James hated it, when they did that. It was always so annoying, and it's not like it was going to change anything. The great worm before them ate the sacrifice whole. Everything they did was just to appease the mighty worm. Once done consuming the sacrifice, it puked out bright green slime into a stone basin on the floor. One of the members called out, "we have the elixir of life once more!"

[talesfromdarkness]

22. The Graveyard Cult

I lolled awake with a splitting headache in a grimy, dark dungeon cell. The ceiling outside was lost in the dark abyss above the torch light. My cohorts were a younger woman and an elderly man. I shouted with a hot temper of a man in position above the normal man, yet my heated ranting fell on uncaring ears of the hooded figures. They were one with the shadows and yet their eyes pierced my soul with a deep lurking hunger.

With one action they took the old man screaming to god and begging for mercy of which there was none. The quiet echoes of hymns in a speech unknown outside these walls floated through the air. Cut only by the horrified screams of an old man and muffled to a silence. An odious gas filtered through the halls followed by the walking shadows, humming their unholy chants. Leaving us in our slimy iron bars and in the steel grip of tomorrow's reaper. The woman barely moved. No more a person, but a shell of one. All spirit and contempt lost ages ago. Others paced or rattled the bars like captured apes with no hope of seeing the free skies again.

I had heard of these cloaked ones before, but only in hushed tones or as a poor joke. They supposedly take people off the streets and sacrifice them to their would be god. They were called the Graveyard Cult for their use of cemeteries of monstrous rights. I have never heard of a escapee from their caged fortresses and from my current predicament that seemed as fact. The unchanging sunless sky eroded all sense of time only added to by a malformed man with a bulbous, toothless face, who was deemed our caretaker. My soul was nearly wrenched by time. My only relief was with the hooded figures dragging my unwilling body to the chamber, where no prisoner has ever come back. Their demonic chants, surrounded their hidden deity. A creature from the corners of the darkest recesses. The wide tearing maw of the gluten, eyeless, neckless head followed by a fleshy serpentine body gorged by its many victims of whom were locked in cells and fed to the horror one by one.

[maldaurore]

We must away !

[the-worm-speaks]

I know what ya might be thrinkin, "oh big worm gruy, spinning in circle in space, is it crold up there?" Well lemme tell ya, it's sprace, ya dingus! It's so cold, you couldn't even eat your propsicle! Cuz it's too frozen! But guess what, the worm could still eat us & our whole rock! For your worms.

[the-worm-speaks]

Greetings fellow worm enthusiasts! I hope you all find sanctuary in this most holy vestige of worm worship. Feel free to submit to us holy testimony of the worm! Spread the worm, and in him be consumed!

[the-worm-speaks]

The day of the spreading draws near! We shall walk into the blind masses and make deaf ears hear your call! Upon the pedestal of truth I shall make it known to all the beach dwellers that the worm is the only path to blissful sanctity! We shall ride into oblivion in the gullet of the most divine beast. Make true your prayers and plentiful your sacrifices! Ah-worm!

[the-worm-speaks]

The voice of the void beckons you! Open your ears and crane your necks up to the sky! It's primordial essence bends light around its ethereal form. In its mangled flesh you can see the history of every world consumed! Civilizations that gave themselves to the worm long before this rock spun around your bright yellow star!