The Return of Chaosium
An account by the former Oracle
1st of Summer, 129th Cycle:
A early summer's day dawns upon the reaches of Caer Sidi. The sun warming the sky; the early morning dew that has collected upon the countless blades of grass melt away, giving way to a light fog. A beautiful gleam of sunlight shines off the silent Aimsir Citadel; silent since the last time it was unsealed during the departure of former Winter Queen Cthoria Moreaux.
The cries of ravens and wolves however, are a portent of something ominous this morning like no other before. Nearby the Citadel, reports start coming in of strange sights of lights and whispers from agents unseen, and nature itself starts to cry out as if to warn of something dark and more sinister. The beauty of the day gives way to a darkening sky overhead, pushing not just upon the sight but the very soul, as clouds form that bear the stench of darkness and decay.
Lightning starts to strike out, blue and black, from the clouds near Aimsir, as the sounds of screaming and wailing press upon the ears of scouts and guards nearby. The storm intensifies as the air ionizes, the tang of ozone drifting from the spire above. With an audible snapping noise, the gates long sealed since the 34th Cycle of the Second Era are breached from the other side... Chaosium.
Something rips the once connected gate to Chaosium asunder; the doors that once were sealed have been forcefully broken open. A figure, clad in bleeding metal armor and wielding a sword that screams as it's swung, emerges from the gate, leaving a bloody wound floating in the space where the gate should be.
His armor blackened and steaming, the metal greaves of the figure scrape loudly and methodically down the staircase from the gate, towards the doors to Caer Sidi.A horrible fleshy noise comes from beyond the scar. Emerging behind the bloody knight is a hulking spider of a creature the size of a mammoth; it's carapace charred and blackened from the journey. It lets loose a blood-freezing chitter, and follows behind the knight as would a mount.
The doors that lead from the inside of Aimsir to Caer Sidi proper break open with the mount slamming into it, the doors falling unceremenousiously to the ground with a menacing thump. The figure rides the mount out into the summer afternoon darkened by the clouds.
"Ah, the sweet stench of this land; unstained by greed and malice," He ominously intones in a gravelly and sinister tone. "It seems a pity this will be so simple a task. My masters will be pleased when I bring this land to heel."
The token guard force at Aimsir only notice the poor weather at first; thinking it's some sort of freak summer storm and pay it no mind. However, the screams of the sword wielded by the Red Knight as the doors to Aimsir are destroyed quickly change their mind as to what they were planning on doing that day. Most of the guards are immediately slain by the Knight and his steed, however a couple manage to find nearby horses in a detached stable and hard ride the full day or so to Chail to report the horrific things they've seen, as the clouds thicken and storm around Aimsir.
The ground outside the gates of Aimsir is stained by the blood of the guards that did not escape his wrath. The Knight's hands dig into the blood-stained earth, and beneath his visor, a small grin creeps across his face.