Skulk

By Anabelle B

If you were to ask one of the mortal races about the Sculk they'd all say about the same thing. It had simply appeared one day But no one paid attention to it until it was too late and entire villages had been swallowed up by It. Leaving behind empty blind husks controlled by an unseen force.

While details on where it came from and what it supposedly did to its victims differed one detail stayed the same, the feeling that whatever it was the gods had no part in its creation. 

They were of course correct. The Skulk was never meant to happen. Now if you were to ask an immortal or better yet a fae that is where you'd find the truth. 

" It was never meant to happen. The wandering fae, well they wander. They're meant to sew up the gaps between the courts, They keep the Mortal and Fae realms separate and stable. Maybe that's why things started to fall apart, why they stopped doing their job and settled down. We relied on them far too much. 

The breakdown was small at first. The sessions transitioned a little less smoothly. Elements didn't react to each other as they should have. Then things escalated and the mortal and Fae realms began to mix and the presence of the Fae warped the Mortal's land. It was then we realized something had to be done. It took days to find the hidden cities and by the time we got there, it was too late. The imbalance had allowed the shadows that lurked at the edge of the world to take a solid form and infect the cities that they had built deep down below. 

It was terrifying seeing them, they had all become empty husks their sightless eyes had seemed to glow with the light of their trapped souls, in the end, all we could do was to seal off the entries to that cursed Place and pray that it’s unwilling vessels never found a way out. After that, we started treating the wandering fae better we started relying on them less. We made sure that they had no reason to ever quit again and that they would no longer have to do our jobs for us. In the end, it was a terrible but important lesson one we needed to learn. Yet every day I mourn for those who were lost before we finally learned our lesson.”