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THE MUD MOVES


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In Aevos’ Southwest, where the veil between life and death thins beneath the thicket of roots and mud, an imposing headstone stands, weathered by time’s indifferent passage. At its peak, it reaches a height that defies nature, its sharp edges slicing through the fog that clings to the marsh at night.

 

When the moon hangs its lowest and the night is at its darkest, the marsh transforms into a realm of eerie luminescence. The headstone is bathed in an ethereal, ghostly light emitting some otherworldly aura. The marsh itself seems to writhe in unrest at behest of that ominous stone, as phantasms of both beast and men manifest from the black, opaque mist and brackish waters, flocking to that enigmatic rock, drawn to the mysterious energy which pulsed from it.

 

Shimmering across that stone tablet, written in a fading grey-blue script;

 

Here rests Gashadokuro. May He never rise again.”

 

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OOC:

 

We are reaching the third time around that we’re seeking to expand our ranks.

 

We are seeking people willing to main their character, creating narrative and pushing conflict that influences the world we players interact with.  Do not expect much, if you intend to play them as a side character

 

As of last time, don’t go into this seeking a cool MA, that is a perk. Instead pproach positively, wanting to expand roleplay and drive narrative. 

 

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[!] In a cave off in the distance mountains overseeing the realm of man

Deadmund would look at the old parchment, he'd look off into the distance remembering the first words from when he was risen. 

 

"Rise."

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