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Richard Darkspring ran, ran faster than he had ever done in his life. Behind him, coming up the wide stone stairs of the ancient megalithic tunnels was a creature that was not of this world. Its very presence was anathema to life. Small insects died as it passed, shrivelling to husks in an instance. Its bulk, a body of corpulent slime covered flesh held up by six bloated legs burned the stone as it passed and its other appendages, fleshy tentacles covered in barbed hooks reached out for the mage. Richard spun as he reached the door and cast the spell he had been concentrating on. A thick beam of light burst from his hand, its energies so pure and good, and his hand burned as it burst fourth. The creature, its face a hideous mockery of worm and Celaphod mixed with rodent and insect screamed in pain as the pure energy of life tore into its massive bulk. Flesh and ichor dissolved under the intense power of the life energy and the creature fell back into the shadows it's screaming wails causing the hairs on richards neck to stand on end. Richard ran through the door into the open valley beyond. The sun was high and he hoped that would keep the eldritch blasphemy at bay. It did not. With a roar of utter hate and malignancy the creature burst fourth of the mountain, its form now fully visible in the light of day. It was huge, over eighty feet high with large fleshy wings, milky white with thick rubbery skin adding to its appearance of size. But now Richard had an ally. The sun itself. He began to chant and weave the mystic energies, drawing on the power of nature, of life and light. He was lifted into the air by the storm of energy building around him. Wind blew screaming into the valley and the sunlight itself seemed to pour into Richards very being. The outer being roared in rage and swung its massive tentacles at the mage. Those that hit burst apart, the power Richard was summoning burning through the flesh of the creature. In a voice that shattered the beasts eardrums Richard spoke. The energy expanded and engulfed the monster, moving into it, infusing it. It tried to flee but the power was too much. It had never felt so much pain as every nerve of its alien body burned. It was not a creature of this world and the magic Richard had summoned were like acid to it. It boiled and great sheaths of flesh fell from its body to dissipate on the wind. The magic ate through its body, melting and burning flesh and bone and skin until with a great roar of agony it was gone, its body destroyed, its soul shattered and returned back to whence it came. Richard lay on the grass, his skin blistered, his nose and mouth bleeding. He looked at his right hand, a twisted wreck of melted flesh that was slowly returning to its proper shape. His entire body steamed and ached . Then he heard more commotion. Looking over at the wrecked door he saw the cultists , worshippers of the being he had just destroyed run out into the valley . Insane and mutated they were no better than virmin and at any other time he would have slain them all. But he was a wrekc and could barely move . His legs had no strength and his magic was utterly depleted . " Bugger, i hate wales" he thought as the cultists approached

The Doctor was laying on the grass like a broken doll and a horde of degenerate mutants was bearing down on him . Mr Vallach picked up Lilith . " we go into battle once more " he said to the strangely undecayed head of his former wife . " i hope you die" she spat . Mr Vallach laughed and stuffed her back in his sack . " Charge " he roared as his bike roared down the hillside . Richard Looked up as did the cultists as the bike barrelled into them . Swinging a axe Mr Vallach cut into them . " die vermin die" he shouted as limbs and throats and stomachs were torn and ripped . Blood sprayed over Richards innert skull pendant and suddenly the eyesockets of the skull flared to life . " nuorishment" it whispered crawling over to an injured cultist. The man screamed as the pendant bit into his neck and Richard felt his body regenerate as the pendant fed . Mr Vallach sang with glee as he hacked into more of the cultists . Behind him Richard stabbed more of the dying with his pendant , using their life force to regenerate and replenish his energies . As more of the Culitsd pressed into the melee Mr Vallach found himslef slowing down . " die " he shouted headbutting the bearest cultist in the throat , but as ferousously as he fought he was overwelmed . Suddenly the cultists begain to scream and Mr Vallach saw them run as their own dead attacked them. Richard , his eyes glowing with purple fire floated above the battlefeild . Burning ice shot from his hands , blasting the cultists that the zombies didnt get . Not to be left out Mr Vallach lept to his feet and pulled out a pair of uzies and lay down a curtain of fire . Soon all were dead . Richard got the zombies to pile the corpses together and then climb on the pile themselves before using his magic to incinerate them . After he was finished he sat down on the grass . mr Vallach smiled . " what was all that about, i aint seen you use that much power in a few years " he asked . Richard looked at his mad freind . " something is coming my freind, something beyond the dark and this was just a small part of it "

back in london a few days later Richard handed his report into William . " i dont like it William , ive not had to use that much energy since the old days . It was wrong , it shouldnt have been able to manifest in this reality . something bad is coming, i can feel it " . A short while later Richard sat in his office , looking out the window over the grey drizzly streets of london . he could feel it , somewhere out there . More cultists , he knew would be at work . Death was coming to london , to England and if they would not stop it, the whole damn planet .

It was ten minutes to seven in the evening and Damien was still pouring over every newspaper he could get his hands on.... the Guardian, the Evening Standard, the Daily Mail, even the Sun, looking for every possible clue to who or what the Paladin was.

"Who in the heck are you, and why can't I catch you!?" He muttered to himself.

Tilting his head back and rubbing his eyes, Damien decided to take a break from his investigation and picked up the pile of mail sitting on his desk and sifted through them one by one.

"Junk. Junk. Junk. Woo, I just won a million pounds, junk. Wait, this one looks important..."

This particular mail was from the Arcanium Society. He read about the oncoming darkness, but the mail was incredibly vague and he had no idea what this related to other than magic seems to be destabilising. It did, however, remind him of the letter the society received not long before. Yanking open the draw in the desk, Damien took out William Kaine's report on the letter. Again, it seemed vague, but one question struck his mind instantly when he read it through again.

If the person who wrote this knows about this darkness, why were they in a calm state of mind? The likely answer was simple... because they were safe. Chances are, they're siding with whatever's coming.

This thought led to more questions for Damien. Why the lemon incense? Citric acids are usually used for cleaning or to cover up smells. Chances are, in this case, both. Likely the blood stains that the top scientists in the society caught traces of.

And then there was another question. Why warn us? Well it's possible that whoever wrote this didn't realise we'd pick up on these factors, prehaps it's a trap.

Trying to remain calculated and level headed, Damien peered out of his apartment window, at the dark, wet and miserable weather as he clutched his medication in his hand. He then looked at his medication and regretfully sighed.

"I don't like this. I hate it even. But I need to see what's to come. What's coming before I can react. Looks like I'm going to have to pick up my next course of medication a day late..."

----Open File----

Patient 333
Name: Maximillian Roivas
Location of original recording: Unknown
Date of original recording: Unknown

----Transcript begins----

Patient 333: The accursed beast was dead, but not without its toll
on me. That was but one, and there was an entire city of them. I
could not hope to fight them all alone. I knew I had to get help...

Patient 333: I knew there was a way. I just had to find it...


Patient 333: I tried... I tried to tell them... But they wouldn't
listen to me... Damn them... DAMN THEIR EYES!! They didn't believe
me.... Strange creatures... The world in peril from unseen foes...
The death... THE DARKNESS!!!

Patient 333: Instead they jeered and threw me into this forsaken
place... A place of empty souls and fevered thoughts... reeking of
foetor and decay! Thinking me mad with delirium! (chuckle) The fools
cast away their hopes of salvation by locking me in this damned asylum!!

(Sounds of Patient 333 walking quickly and a slamming sound. Patient was probably beating against the door.)

Patient 333: MAY THE RATS EAT YOUR EYES!! I am now lost to your
cause!! (sobbing) The Darkness comes!! It will damn us all!!

----Transcript Ends----

local People crossed the road to avoid Dave Jones. He was one of life's nutters, the weirdo who had always stood on the corner of parliament square proclaiming the end was nigh. But Nearly every tourist who came to this part of London had pictures of Dave. Dave himself was getting to like to like the fame. He just wished people listened though . "The end is nigh "he shouted and was mildly surprised when a voice whispered in his ear" and here it is ". Dave would have loved to know he made the evening news. After all , its not often some one spontaneously explodes outside parliament

It began on a cold winter morning, a January day of snow and ice and wind that had ground the town to a halt as all sensible people stayed in doors and heeded the government warning. The blizzard had come out of no where, surprising the met office. Across the south of England everything came to a standstill. those at home were unable to get to work and those already at work were unable to get home. But the inconvenience of this was nothing compared to what was coming. Something came with the snows. Something dark and old and hungry.

Simon sat in the shop watching the snow blow down the road outside. It was silent save the sound of the wind and Simon was bored. He lived above his shop and had decided to open just in case anyone was brave enough to venture out. But it was midday now and none had come. Simon had retired tot he back room to watch the TV. Then he heard the sound of the door. "About time" he muttered and got to his feet .When he entered the shop however it was empty, although the wind was blowing snow in through the open door. "Damn kids" he swore as he went to look outside. But he couldn't see anyone. Then it came out of the snow. Simon didn't even have time to scream as he was dragged into the blizzard, his blood quickly cooling on the floor.

Kenny and Phil loved the snow. It made it easier to hide from the police, especially when it was this bad. They made their way to the corner shop, balaclavas on and shot guns under their coats. They stopped dead when they go their though. Blood, frozen with the cold covered the doorstep and the door was wide open Kenny cautiously stepped inside the shop while Phil kept watch. Kenny searched the place but found no sign of Simon. "Oh well" he thought and opened the till any way. Shoving all the money into his pockets he turned back to Phil with a smile on his face. That smile dropped as quickly as it had come. Phil was gone. "Come on stop pissing about" Kenny shouted, looking up and down the street. Suddenly Phil dropped to the ground in front of Kenny, his face frozen in a soundless scream. Kenny nearly vomited. Below the shoulders Phil was nothing but bone, dripping with the torn remains of muscle and blood. Kenny looked away from the remains of his friend just as it came for him. His scream was lost in the howl of the wind

Three days later the blizzard stopped and within a week the snow melted. But the town was silent. Soon the authorities received calls from desperate relatives who could not get a hold of friends and family. The town was investigated and it was hours before they found the people. All were in the church and not one was alive. Blood and bone filled the church and it was many days before any of the bodies could be identified. The authorities were baffled and the place put under lock and key until the investigation ended. But months later no clue could be found. Over the years the place and what had happened there was forgotten and nature slowly reclaimed the buildings and the streets. And it slept , waiting

Dr Richard Darkspring stood in the stone cirlce , high on the scottich moor . A cold wind blew from the north .The cultists lay dead in the grass . In front of him the portal they were opening shimmered , not fully active . he had been in time to stop them . But now his curousity got the better of him. he stepped closer and looked into the portal. The world vanished . Images of his life flashed before him .All the pain , the loss , the sorrow buried deep in his memeories came fourth . Richard screamed , a scream of such magnitude , of such torment , accross the world psychics and meduims and those with the gift awoke , sweating and filled with dread . Richard Curled up into a ball , sobbing as the pain he had endured and the pain he had caused engulfed his mind . It came closer , examaning Richard . ripping away the barriers with ease , revealing more and more of the memeries Richard had hidden , each new exposure bringing with it more pain and more nourishment . It moved in closer , eager to feed , to consume more of the intense emotions of the creature in front of it . then it realsied its mistake .


Richard sat up , the portal in front of him slamming shut with such force , it shattered glass over two miles away . Richard smiled , a feindish smile and wiped the remains of it from his mouth . Later Richard sat on the train , still smiling . A small boy looked at him . Maybe it was a trick of the light but the boy could have sworn Richards eyes were on fire , if ony for a second .
When Richard arrived back in London , he decided to walk . As he passed through the crowded streets , people felt a chill , as if the warmth was been stolen from them . They didnt notice that as Richards shadow fell over them , their own shadows diminished . When he finaly reached his home he looked at his shadow and begain to laugh . " ah my freind it feels so good to be back"

Accross town at the convent of the bladed lady , Sister Agatha ran into the chamber of the mother superior . " what is the meaning of this " demanded the mother . " im so sorry to intrude " replied Agatha " the day Dr Darkspring warned us about has come . the darkness has found away to release him .The man who helped us is gone , Now only lord Darkspring remains "

Sister Elizabeth stood waiting, the swords of st Xanith in her hands. Lord Darkspring sat in his study, the ancient book of magic open on his lap. He smiled as his sense the nun. "Come in sister" he whispered as she burst through the window. Lord Darkspring leapt back, narrowly avoiding the blade of her blessed sword. She came in quickly, a whirling dance of flashing steel. Lord Darkspring drew his own blade and removed one of her swords from her hand. Sister Elizabeth took up a defensive stance. Lord Darkspring looked at her. She was only a girl, no older than sixteen. He smiled and leapt at her, his dark blade swinging hard and fast. Again and again he struck until finally he took the sword from her hand. Dropping his own blade he lifted her up by the throat and held her against the wall. " what is your name bitch" he growled "I like to know who I kill "." Elizabeth "she replied and suddenly Lord Darkspring dropped her. He looked at her. She looked so similer...no she was exactly the same, even her voice. He staggered back "how...." then he fell over, rigid. He lay muttering, his body unmoving apart from the mouth. " no your weak Richard , this is my time ......no darkspring , only together can we exist ....not going back...you have no choice ....bastard nuns ... nuns cloned her ...she was always our conscience...love her...hate you Richard ....noooooooooooooooooo." Suddenly Richard began to fit, his body convulsing. Then he sat up, one eye glowing with white flame, the other purple. Then the two flames merged and were extinguished. He lay there for what seemed like hours. Elizabeth reached over to him. "Are are you ok? " she asked. Richards eyes opened and he looked at her. "You, your my sister. The sisterhood. They cloned her and created you". Richard was in shock. Sister Elizabeth held his hand. " I know , the mother superior beloved it would be the only way to bring you back , I was never meant to kill you, just to get close enough for you to realise who I was . " . Richard tried to stand, gave up and climbed up the chair until he was seated. "You knew?" He couldn't believe it. His sister had been dead so many years; Elizabeth hugged him as he began to cry".

Elsewhere outside of the normal universe a force, an entity if such a word could do it justice screamed in rage

Richard Darkspring was feeling a mixture of emotions. Not only had the sisterhood cloned his long dead sister but they had also placed her soul in the cone body. So Elizabeth really was in all ways his sister. Richard was both angered and happy. Angered that the sisterhood had done this without telling him but happy because losing his sister was the worst thing that had ever happened to him. Elizabeth had always known who she was but had no memory of her previous life. But now she had finally met her Brother, those memories were coming back. She had decided to come home with Richard, with the mother superiors blessing. "Well here it is" said Richard as they stood outside the old antique book shop "home sweet home". Richard turned the key and opened the door and the world went white.

Later after the emergency services had left a lone figure surveyed the crater that had been Richards Shop and home. The entire shop, along with the buildings either side were gone, nothing but a rubble strewn crater. The Meddling Doctor and his sister were vaporised, gone. The figure made a call. "it's done" he said in a horse whisper" they are completely destroyed". Then he ended the call and disappeared into the shadows

A WOMAN BURNED TO DEATH, ON MAY DAY.

On Friday Morning [Also known to some as fireday] an old woman in Hobbs End, London], Identified as Fay English was found in her house, literally burned to a cinder. How the melancholy event took place is uncertain ; but the remains of her body were discovered about 8 o'clock, on Friday evening, by some individual who had called to see her after she was missed at a ritual she was meant to lead. was was noted as odd was that her chair and clothing had not been harmed by the fire that had destroyed her mortal remains. The victim of this unfortunate event was a reveared seeress and Witch as well as a in-active member of the infamous Arcanium Society. The living room in which she was found was in poor condition and looked as if a small tornado had blown through.

private message to the arcanum soceity , encrypted using both mundane and magical means

Dear all

Recently my home was bombed by i suspect agents of this dark force . I survived , just . i Have managed to have it explained officially as a gas explosion and thus keep the govenment out of it . I am recovering at a secret location and will return shortly .

Richard Darkspring

On Friday Lunch time [Also known to some as fireday] a school bus filled with a mix of English Students from Graveshill Grammer and visiting overseas pupils from Nepal and Northen India vanished whilst using the Dartford Crossing. Pupils had been visiting Oldhouse Fort, the local Saxon Village and the Wyrd Stones in Crows Wood as part of their studies into historical sites when their teacher was said by the only survivor of the trip Sam Muggen to have recieved a call from the school asking them to cut short there visit. Sam then went to the toilets and failed to get back onto his school bus.
The bridge which wouold normally accomadate return journeys to Kent was closed due to repairs, this meant all traffic heading south was directed into the first and older of the two tunnels. Camaras then show the bus entering the tunnel on what can be described as both a dreary and uneventful day for the popular crossing. However camaras show that the bus did not ever leave again.
This has resulted in 33 pupils and four teachers going missing. Three came from the Popular Kent Grammer School whilst the fourth was Miss Sasha Tsang of the Glen Ofmen Asian Institute. Waht is most noted is that all of the pupil present except Sam had recently attended a lecture by Proffessor Morgan English (Brother of Late fey English) of Londons Institute of Arcane Studies, who has not been seen since his lecture three days before his sisters funneral.