2013.10.08 - The Problem With Myths

Cardiff, Wales October 20, 1536 ADE

A blind eye had been turned by local law enforcement to the mist-walkers that Necro had created for the excavation of various sites around and underneath Cardiff. Generous 'donations' to the Herbert family had allowed them to become the most powerful family in the area. They knew where their wealth had come from, and they gave the service to their patron that was only fitting. Necro had learned much over the decades since her trip to Ireland. She had learned many languages, had crafted many new spells and magical tools, translated the stone tablet she had found under the Lake of the Cauldron, and added to her forces considerably.

One example of her expanded army was these custom-designed undead, the 'mist-walkers'. They streamed a supernatural mist from their bodies that also allowed them to blend into any other mist at-will. The mist could infect like a disease and spread like a poison, leaving entire regions choked with an ever-swirling fog that would twist those exposed to it. Useful for when she wanted to convert large areas to her rule without actively killing and reanimating people. But right now she kept their activities contained. Turning all of Wales into a 'breeding ground', so to speak, for undead was not the goal here.

At least not without the Cauldron.

Being right next to the ocean as Cardiff was, Necro or one of her various magic-using minions, such as dear Gertrude -- once the leader of the cabal of mages who helped transform Sasha into Necro, and now a leprous undead sorceress -- needed only to use the available water to form a dense mist. This granted the mist-walkers all the cover they needed. But the natives were still restless. There were rumors of what was going on. Necro's servants among the living as well as those who merely appeared to be alive kept Gertrude informed, and Gertrude in-turn informed Necro of anything she felt was important for the Empress to know. Mostly Necro wanted to know why the Cauldron hadn't been found yet, however, not the rumblings of an unworthy populace.

Eventually, the answer was found. Though the giants had once been here, amongst these people of the 'Island of the Mighty', the Cauldron they had gifted to the king of their time had in turn been given to others who had then returned to Ireland. Necro was enraged. Now she had to return to that wretched country and search again! Months wasted! Out of simple spite, as she extracted her forces, she left a spell in place that would trigger at some later date and strike the city with calamity.

In January, 1607, it would trigger a tsunami.