Story 772: Void Laughter

The echoes of twisted laughter filled the dying streets of Vareth. The Grinning Plague had spread like wildfire, and those caught in its embrace laughed until their throats bled, until their ribs cracked from the force of their mirth, until their eyes rolled back in a ghastly euphoria.

At the city’s ruined gates, Selene Nocturna stood tall, her tattered cloak billowing as she admired her work. The pale moonlight kissed her decayed skin, highlighting the eerie beauty of the necromancer as she traced her blackened fingers across the cool iron of her war scythe.

Behind her, The Rotting Cathedral’s acolytes whispered their incantations, calling forth new horrors from the depths of undeath. The once-holy clergy of Vareth had been reworked into something far worse—mouths stitched into hideous grins, their once-pious eyes now pits of black ichor.