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The Deathweavers

The combined forces and armada of the Deathweaver Clan, a ruthless band of undead space pirates.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by TheNoremac42

Description

The Deathweaver Clan


The Deathweaver Clan is a notorious brood of pirates led by the infamous Naacani necromancer, Gro'chal Deathweaver. Gro'chal is wanted for numerous crimes including but not limited to murder, terrorism, grand theft, piracy, and necromancy. In addition to their stolen and re-outfitted ships, the Deathweavers' numbers consist entirely or almost entirely of corporeal and incorporeal undead. This is a list of known types under Deathweaver's command.

Corporeal

Ghoul

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The ghoul is the most common soldier in the Deathweaver armada. They are often the victims of their raids that have been resurrected to fight in their ranks. Ghouls utilize the training and equipment of their previous lives with stunning efficiency.

Patchwork Brute

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These monstrosities are the juggernauts and shock troopers of the Deathweavers. They are created by stitching and fusing the remains of several cadavers together and reanimating the product with necromancy. Brutes are incredibly strong, highly resilient, and surprisingly fast and agile for their size.

Incorporeal

Shade

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Shades are spirits that take on the form of shadows. They are adept at infiltration, assassination, and scouting. This brand of incorporeal undead are ferocious fighters and rip their targets apart with blood-thirsty animal-like zeal. Often the only warning of their presence is a sudden drop of temperature in the air.

Dreadwraith

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In contrast to the shades, the Deathweaver dreadwraiths are far more straight forward in their assaults. The dreadwraiths stalk the halls of ships or other buildings and indiscriminately slaughter any living thing they come across with ethereal blades. A sickening aura of despair and dread, hence their name, herald their approach.

Banshee

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Banshees are the restless dead of women who either died of grief or lived a life of woe and pain. Their eternal screams reach across the physical and astral planes and fill minds with their own crippling sorrow. The screams also cause interference with communications, whether mundane or mystical.

Scion

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Scions are the henchmen and direct representatives of Lord Deathweaver's will. They are smarter, more cunning, and generally more independent compared to the other types of undead. Lord Deathweaver uses them as control nodes and relays for his arcano-psionic network.

Ships

Ghost Ship



An old frigate refitted for Deathweaver use.

Revenant

Revenants are medium or large warships that have been converted for Deathweaver use. They are armed with necrotic weapons that eat away at shields and hulls.

Spectre



Spectres are small scout vessels used by the Deathweavers to hunt for prey or execute special operations.

So begins...

The Deathweavers's Story

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The shadows screeched at the interruption and some of them scattered, attempting to avoid the pulse of dark energy. Some of the shadows screamed in pain as the unexpected attack disrupted their spectral bodies. Though the damage was inflicted, the psychic effects of the attack would dissipate and be nulled - as if absorbed and diffused.

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An Absol coming in out of nowhere? It was said that they had the power to sense impending disasters...and in trying to warn others of it, became associated with their onset. Titania just had to pray that that wasn't the case here. And if it was, she'd have to make sure she had a way out when things went sideways.

"The fuck? It's like they're not scared at all? Like they're some kind of zombies or something?"

The Magnezone and Dugtrio unleashed their prepared attacks, but felt the wrath of their shadows being attacked and pinned in place. There was no fleeing now, at least for those struck by the Spirit Shackle. But thanks to the penguin's Substitute, he managed to escape the worst of it. He had spent less hit points to make the decoy than he would have lost taking the hit, so he came out ahead.

"Shit. No way out. I have to defeat them. Right here. Come on...wall of steel. Huntress, Rock Slide again! I think we can use that to make a choke point! Dugtrio, help her out! Mawile, grab one of them and Play Rough!"

Pause to think and catch a breath. "Ferrothorn, Leech Seed! Whatever they're running on, we'll use it to power us! Tesla, Flash Cannon if they try to hit us from the back again. These guys don't like the light, so let's see what happens when we hit it with all the light you can muster at once. And Ulysses...Roar. If I can get these guys to rout, that would be ideal."

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Leech Seed struck one of the shadows, and it howled. What Ferrothorn would find would be both interesting - yet terrifying. The shadows were bottomless and lifeless pits, but they were not empty. Rage fueled them, and agony filled their frigid and lightless husks.

A thousand thousand minds stretched beyond the empty voids of their souls, spreading across unfathomable distances like a massive interconnected web of consciousness. The dread hivemind knew no fear, for they were united in purpose and resolve. They knew no pain, for the collective shouldered the burdens of the individual.

The shadows, disorganized yet frenzied, attacked their targets with the reckless ferocity of rabid wolves. They twisted like ethereal serpents and slashed with icy talons.

Keep the brute on stand-by. If the natives do not break, then retreat and resort to probing attacks. Outlast them and stick to the shadows.

The setting changes from terminus-cave to The Aschen Rim

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A lone ship, hardly larger than a fighter, materialized at the edge of one of the Watchtowers’ sensors. It was slick, black, and shimmered in the starlight. There were no visible weapons on the vessel, but a foreboding aura surrounded it that was as cold as the void clinging to the hull.

The ship sent a signal to the Watchtower - a simple hail.

DV Nightshade requesting permission to dock. One passenger. Proposal for assistance in war effort.

The setting changes from the-aschen-rim to Terminus Cave

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"What? What is going on? They're not living, but...something else is powering them. Enough to make Leech Seed effective." Suddenly she screamed in pain and shock as one managed to slash her, ruining her shirt and partially exposing her large breasts. Ulysses let out a terrible shriek, hosing the guilty party with a freezing beam of ice to lock them in place and remove them from the battle as the rest instinctively moved to form a perimeter around their Trainer.

"No pain. No fear. Only the fight. Reminds me of what I used to be. I've got to be that woman again if I'm going to make it out of this..." But as the shrieks of the damned closed in and attacks started going out all over the place as the Pokémon were left to their own devices, Titania was left to grapple with the greatest foe of all...her inner demons.

"No...not like this...not again. No...I won't let you break me!" Titania fell to her knees, clutching the remnants of her outfit together with thick forearms as she let out a panicked cry. "Someone! Anyone! Help me!!"

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The shadows reacted to the spike of fear like moths to a flame. They swirled around Titania and her pokemon like wisps of noxious smoke. Their forms were momentarily destabilized by the ice beams, but the cold energy was ineffective against their equally frozen spirits.

Shadows snapped at their heels and wriggled unnaturally along the walls, distorting the features of the cave into grotesque facsimiles of leering eyes and sneering grins. Their howls reverberated through the cave and filled the air with a predatory dread.

A hole appeared in the shadows’ macabre dance, just small enough for the woman to squeeze through and avoid the spectral claws. A random chink in their circle, allowing her to escape - or a feint to lead her into a killing blow?

There was only one way to find out...

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But they wouldn't even need to take the chance.

As the swarming, gaseous creatures tightened their circle around Titania and her Pokemon, they would soon discover that help was not too far in the chasms of Terminus Cave. Two Sandslash and two Durants emerged from the ground, striking the specters with Dig. Several Rocks were being Thrown from deeper inside the cavern, attempting to hit whatever they could with a spread shot approach akin to an arrow volley. At the same time, three more Rock Slides broke from the walls, two of which wedged into the cloud and formed a loose wall around Titania and her Pokemon. The intent was clearly to divide the shadow creatures.

And then they were swarmed. Gravelers emerged from the newly formed holes in the wall thanks to Rock Slide. Lairon and Aron were spilling out in droves behind them. From inside the main mining tunnel, Geodudes and Durants were slowly approaching, keeping their range as they continued their Rock Throw volley. There were even a couple of Larvitar hanging around the back, tossing the occasional Dark Pulse in conjunction with the Absol's. All attacks were directed towards the small group of shadow beings, who suddenly found themselves outnumbered and nearly surrounded with only one way to retreat...back the way they came.

For a group of wild Pokemon, there seemed to be a lot of coordination, indicating that they were being led by someone...or something.

The setting changes from terminus-cave to Ellarian Empyrean Coast

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A lone ship drifted along the coastline, heralded by a ghostly honor guard of thick fog. The hull creaked and groaned, and the wind whispered a wordless warning.

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Without further delay, the rowers divided themselves on each of the longships, with 75 oarsmen on each side. Hrafn-Floki took his place on the raised platform at the front of the Seamaiden, and picked up the ivory curved horn, blowing into it. The sound of the horn was carried for miles. Floki then leaned over the side of the ship to kiss his wife Helga one last time as she placed a garland of holly on his head like a crown. Helga and the other housewives waved their husbands goodbye and watched quietly as the 5 longships slowly rowed away from the docks and headed out towards deeper waters. They knew it might be weeks, months or even possibly years before Hrafn-Floki's leidang returned to Iskjerne Bay, if they ever returned at all. Hrafn-Floki was now the commander of 1,000 vikings as he set his eyes forward towards the open waters. Once the 5 ships rowed far enough from land, Floki the Vitki ordered everyone to bring the oars in and drop the sails. Being an expert shipbuilder, runemaster and navigator, Floki decided it might be best to avoid the high seas, and so he sailed along the coast instead, staying in calmer waters. The wind would power his longships as they streamlined through the open waters, following the beaches and rocky cliffs until they reached the Ellarian Empyrean Coast.

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A dense bank of fog arose from the waves around the viking longships. Tendrils of shadowy clouds lapped against the hulls like ghostly fingers as a dreadful moan floated through the ocean breeze. The waves grew silent, choked by the encroaching fog.

The fog engulfed the longships in an impenetrable veil that shrouded one from another. A foul miasma - the stench of rot, decay, and mildew - drifted through the air as the sea became deathly silent.

Somewhere in the fog, the creaking of a lone vessel stalked the herd of longships like a shark. It drifted through the water, presence felt but unseen like a phantom, and left a sense of wordless dread in its wake.

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A dense bank of fog arose from the waves around the viking longships. Hrafn-Floki was sitting against the mast of the Seamaiden when he felt a sudden chill. He looked up to see the encroaching thick blanket of fog. Floki would stand up, eyes widened as he stared out over the darkening waters. His eyes were still shadowed by his crow-shaped black coal eyeliner, the Teiwaz rune painted black on his forehead as he creeped over to the side of the longship and looked down at the water. Tendrils of shadowy clouds lapped against the hulls like ghostly fingers as a dreadful moan floated through the ocean breeze. The waves grew silent, choked by the encroaching fog. Floki looked anxious, startled, excited and spooked as an eiry feeling came over him.

The fog engulfed the longships in an impenetrable veil that shrouded one from another. A foul miasma - the stench of rot, decay, and mildew - drifted through the air as the sea became deathly silent. The vikings would stop rowing, everyone looking to their left and right to the rowers beside them, everyone being quiet all of a sudden. Somewhere in the fog, the creaking of a lone vessel stalked the herd of longships like a shark. It drifted through the water, presence felt but unseen like a phantom, and left a sense of wordless dread in its wake. "I've got a bad feeling about this, Floki" one of the shipmates whispered quietly with fear in his eyes. "So do I" he responded calmly, "so do I..."

As the five longships slowly faded out of sight of one another, Floki the Vitki turned his attention to the men at the back of his ship, signalling for the drummers to sound their drums. BA-BOOM!!!... BOOM, BOOM, BA-BOOM!!! the leather skinned drums were sounded, the loud bass causing ripples in the water, echoing off the coastline's sandy shores. All five longships had drummers on board, and for good reason too. The sound of the drums helped to keep the ships in rhythm and formation, providing a form of echolocation for Hrafn-Floki's leidang and aiding with their navigation.

As the fog got thicker and started to envelop the individual longships, Floki suddenly could no longer see the back of the Seamaiden from his position at its prow. Some of the vikings would use flint and steel with dried moss to lite some torches, providing at least some flaming light as a beacon in the mist. As the drummers kept drumming in slow, paused, rhythmic beats, Hrafn-Floki pulled up the hood on his baggy black hooded cloak and ordered the rowers to row inland slowly. The five longships slowly changed course, navigated by hundreds of torches and the sound of drums as they lifted their sails and headed in towards the coast. The Seamaiden took the lead at the front of the leidang, with the other four longships trailing closely behind them in a Y-formation. The vikings would mount their shields to the side of their longships to create a shield-wall, many of them putting on their helmets and fastening the leather straps on their viking-style armour.

The setting changes from ellarian-empyrean-coast to Terminus Cave

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The Shadows shrieked and scattered as the new pokemon entered the fray. They writhed like a disturbed school of airborne fish, dodging the rock volleys and dark energy pulses that disrupted their sooty bodies. Blood-curdling screeches filled the cavern, and fiery eyes glared at the interlopers with venomous rage.

Then, just as quickly as they appeared, the Shadows faded into the dark - their murderous eyes glinting like embers before being snuffed out.

The setting changes from terminus-cave to Ellarian Empyrean Coast

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The shadow of a single ship peered through the haze. Cold ocean waters lapped against its sides even as a deathly stillness gripped its deck like a foul miasma. A black jolly roger, bearing a deformed skull, drifted in the chilling breeze.

A chorus of wails, dark and terrible and dripping with poisonous terror, fell upon the viking fleet. Ghostly apparitions materialized upon and below their decks. They glowed with cold blue auras, gaunt faces shrouded by spectral mist and cowls, but their forms were as transparent as sleet under the light of a full moon. The wraiths drew longswords from their sides, gripped them with both skeletal hands, and raised them in a vertical salute.

They waited a moment as an aura of dread fell upon the vikings, attempting to grip their hearts and minds with crippling terror, and then they struck. The wraiths swung wide but purposefully like reapers before grain - their phantasmal blades bypassing all nonmagical armor with ease - and they sang with a terrible keening howl as chaos would erupt within their ranks.

They killed without mercy or discrimination, cutting down all that crossed their paths.

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The shadow of a single ship peered through the haze. Cold ocean waters lapped against its sides even as a deathly stillness gripped its deck like a foul miasma. A black jolly roger, bearing a deformed skull, drifted in the chilling breeze. Hrafn-Floki's leidang was not unaware, though. The sudden dreery fog had the vikings alarmed with sharp eyes. Barely did the ghostly ship even appear before Hrafn-Floki was informed.

A chorus of wails, dark and terrible and dripping with poisonous terror, fell upon the viking fleet. Yet all thousand of them were well prepared as the ghostly apparitions materialized upon and below their decks, with no sign and no warning, causing the vikings to draw their weapons. Most of them were already in full armor, and prepared to defend themselves from whatever the waters might bring.

The ghostly crew glowed with cold blue auras, gaunt faces shrouded by spectral mist and cowls, but their forms were as transparent as sleet under the light of a full moon. The wraiths drew longswords from their sides, gripped them with both skeletal hands, and raised them in a vertical salute. It was at that moment that the kattrfylking jumped into action. Hrafn-Floki was not the greatest of warriors, or commanders, but he was gifted in his own way, and had been sure to bring 50 kattrfylking with him on his voyage. The volvur would instantly raise their sheep horns and sound off, the reverberations of the ivory bugles causing the fog to desist as magical soundwaves penetrated deep into the minds of the Deathweavers, despite their ghostly forms.

The pirates had planned to wait before they attacked, with the hope of spreading fear. But the volvur were quick to stop them instantly in their tracks. The wraiths swung wide but purposefully like reapers before grain - their phantasmal blades bypassing all nonmagical armor with ease - and missing entirely as the sharp sound of the viking bugles caused them to stumble and miss their marks, forcing the pirates to indiscriminately cut down some of the other pirates beside them, cutting their own forces in half.

The soundwaves caused the fog to spread and thin out, allowing Hrafn-Floki to see not only the Deathweavers ghost ship with its Jolly Roger flag blowing wildly with the breeze, but also the pirate apparitions which had boarded the back of his ship. Floki the Vitki giggled, now partially amused as he raised two fingers before himself, stroking the black painted Teiwaz symbol on his forehead. "Everyone at arms!!! Angradi shouted as he reached for his shield. Floki quietly muttered to himself while drawing forth his axe and slowly walking towards the back of the Seamaiden, where his vikings had already formed a shield-wall, attempting to block off the ghostly pirates as they sought to over-run his ship.