02-27-2024, 09:22 PM
Fifteen years, this time around. A generation has been born and grown nearly to adulthood since the last anyone heard of the air that kills.
There are few who might remember the stories of that wandering thing of misery and hatred, the dark cloud that moves restlessly through the wilderness, tormenting anyone and everyone it can find. Fewer still who have glimpsed it personally.
But there are enough that when the rumors start again, some may recall. Scattered, broken feathers on the snow outside the Citadel. Screams of anguish that carried across the Expanse's sands. A limping, fleeing, broken thing hiding in the trees of Gloomlight. A lover's blood, shed in sacrifice.
"they are all... with me... in Helheim..."
Some may recall.
Others will learn.
[If an encounter is desired, contact bonafidenubbin on Discord.]
There are few who might remember the stories of that wandering thing of misery and hatred, the dark cloud that moves restlessly through the wilderness, tormenting anyone and everyone it can find. Fewer still who have glimpsed it personally.
But there are enough that when the rumors start again, some may recall. Scattered, broken feathers on the snow outside the Citadel. Screams of anguish that carried across the Expanse's sands. A limping, fleeing, broken thing hiding in the trees of Gloomlight. A lover's blood, shed in sacrifice.
"they are all... with me... in Helheim..."
Some may recall.
Others will learn.
[If an encounter is desired, contact bonafidenubbin on Discord.]