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Quote:At the pinnacle of your existence, standing so far above the rest of us, you were cast away.For years we have sung your name.My existence was built for you, and yet for so very long, I've been forced to endure without you.
. . .
I have killed them. So many voices who revered your name. So many voices, enslaved to your dominion.
Yet, it is every single one of them, alongside us that gazes upon the needle aimed toward your heart.
With all of them, through hostiles oceans, and seas of blood we sail to find you again.
Despite the sealing of their Lord, the Grand Guignol continued their play. They acted and danced, they laughed, spread their macabre joy. For the years since his sealing, with his tomb hidden away in distant seas, Sheol persevered. Its people cultivated, power accumulated, until all was brought to its conclusion.
A final and grand sacrifice.
Everything built up over a lifetime, set ablaze in the grandest and most terrible of pyres.
The final key has been acquired.
A direction has been set, and those remnant ships sail from the malevolent fortress, Gluttony's Maw. Those who watch the fortress cautiously and at a safe distance see but the beginnings of this event, before each vessel is promptly whisked away through massive rifts.
Though the Fel is harshly pushed to the brink of collapse, the Grand Guignol prepares for the next, and perhaps final act on the grand stage of Meranthe.
What approaches would be the ending.
An ending of something,
and perhaps the beginning of something else.
Date: TBD