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The Crimson Order 2(In-dept)

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In connection with the link above(please click the x for aforementioned post), here a little more informations about the Crimson Order.

There is a legend that says that after the twelve Guardians of the Beam were emerging from the Prim, they brought with them their dark counterparts, these twelve demonic spirits lingered in Todash Space ever since the Prim had retreated.

Now many years later, when the Crimson King was still rather young, he decided to use these demonic spirits for his own gains, basically having his own set of Guardians, just like Gan. He summoned  and made them pledge their loyalty to him, promising a golden future for their kind when the state of Discordia finally would happen.(This would be the case when the Dark Tower was destroyed or all the beams that hold the Tower would be broken)

Given their natures however, most of them had their own goals and only faked their loyalty. Some of the Guardians even planned to overthrown the King. Only four of these twelve were against these plans and shielded the CK from their fellow guardian colleagues, killing them in the process. These four were Chandra, Bennu, Manjuula and Apophis. Each of them had their own reasons for it, even if it was only to finally being rid off the damned WHITE order of things and to bring chaos over the Multiverse.

They were called the Crimson Order since the King made them to his exclusive task force, giving them a vast range of permissions from leading soldiers to oversee the Breakers operation, allowing them to do their own justice how they saw fit and dishing out punishment at their whims.

Each of these four Guardians leads a troup of soldiers that are uncompromisingly loyal to their assorted leaders. Chandra’s group is the largest thus she is the defacto leader of the Crimson Order. She is basically second in command. Chandra was also the only one who knew about the Crimson King’s mad plan to poison all of his staff aside of the four Orders and their troops. She stayed with him as he killed himself with a silver spoon to make himself immune to Roland’s bullets. All of the guardians have an element they base their attacks on and special moves that allow them to change their close environment.

randall flagg be like “i know a place” and then he brings you here

Reviews: The Stand: Captain Trips

Halloween Havoc rambles on!  I decided to read a Stephen King Classic via it’s comic book adaptation from Marvel Knights 4 and Afterlife with Archie scribe and future Riverdale showrunner Roberto Aguirre-Sarcasa. A deadly plauge sweeps across the US that kills in it’s wake while the goverment tries to cover it up. Because that’s not at all terrifingly close to home.  But as this pandemic creeps around the US we meet 5 dispearte people with a part to play in what the world becomes after the end: Stu, a hard nosed man who finds himself imprisoned by the government since he was next to patient zero for the outbreak and lived. Frannie, a young woman who finds herself pregnant and dealing with her disaproving mother and the babie’s less than ideal dad. Larry, a would be one hit wonder whose come home to new york to dry out and to let Stephen King go on for several pages about how much he fucking hates new york, because that was important. Nick, a deaf and mute teen drifter who finds himself subbing for a kind sherieff who sadly got the disease. And Lloyd, a dumb criminal who finds himself in jail after a robbery gone bad. And waiting in their dreams and the shadows for his acendency, the walking dude, Randall Flagg, evil itself. Waiting paitently for the soon dawning time of his ascendency. Spoilers and the review itself under the cut. 

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October 2: The Walkin’ Dude

Randall Flagg, the dark man, strode south on US 51, listening to the nightsounds that pressed close on both sides of this narrow road that would take him sooner or later out of Idaho and into Nevada. From Nevada he might go anywhere. From New Orleans to Nogales, from Portland, Oregon, to Portland, Maine, it was his country, and none knew or loved it better. He knew where the roads went, and he walked them at night. Now, an hour before dawn, he was somewhere between Grasmere and Riddle, west of Twin Falls, still north of the Duck Valley Reservation that spreads across two states. And wasn’t it fine?

He walked rapidly, rundown bootheels clocking against the paved surface of the road, and if car lights showed on the horizon he faded back and back, down over the soft shoulder to the high grass where the night bugs made their homes … and the car would pass him, the driver perhaps feeling a slight chill as if he had driven through an air pocket, his sleeping wife and children stirring uneasily, as if all had been touched with a bad dream at the same instant.