Know the Beast: II

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On the fringes of Hohkmat, the night was pierced by a bone-chilling sound. The mournful cries reverberated through the streets, a relentless lamentation that seeped into the town's very essence, casting a pall of dread that smothered every corner. As darkness enveloped the town, its residents, ensnared in their terror, glimpsed shadowy figures draped in black robes gliding through the alleyways. These phantoms, their faces hidden, lurked in the shadows, dissolving into the darkness whenever a wary eye fell upon them, their presence more sensed than seen.

 

The intrepid—or perhaps the damned—who dared to traverse the frigid, moonlit streets in pursuit of the source of these sinister occurrences might find themselves lured to a ghastly tableau. In a secluded glade, a grotesque monument of frozen horror awaited. This structure, an infernal fusion of ice and torment, stood drenched in blood and littered with bones. The ice seemed to pulsate with a malevolent vitality, its surface inscribed with intricate, arcane runes that whispered of ancient, forgotten rites.

 

At the heart of the monument loomed a hideous sculpture—a writhing mass of countless faces, predominantly women, their features twisted in perpetual agony and despair. This ghastly vision was rendered even more nightmarish by the crimson streaks that marred its surface, evidence of recent, unspeakable atrocities. As the wind keened through the forsaken glade, carrying the murmurs of the damned, the runes seemed to flicker, casting a spectral glow that only intensified the overwhelming sense of dread.

 

Those who stumbled upon this frozen nightmare would soon grasp that they had unearthed a dark secret, one that linked the town's recent horrors to an ancient malevolence lurking just beneath the surface. The monument stood as a stark testament and a dire warning, its bloodied ice narrating a tale of suffering, sacrifice, and the unseen forces that prowled the night in silence.

 

 

 

 

À̴̡̧͉̦̺͚̣̼̼͉̳̼̘̳̺̪̖̑ͣ͆̏̾ͤ̃̌̅͠ͅp̵̶̢̭̦̦̟̈̃̓̀̄̃ͬ́t͓͇̥͒ͨͮ́ͣ̾̕͝ͅͅŗ͚̞͈ͬ̌ͣͦ̒̽ͧͅg̦͔͕̫̞̗̹̱͖͕̻̳̺̩̼͔͕̍ͪ̏ͬ̍̈͒ͦ̏̾ͯ̇ͅͅ_̧͈͈̳̣̫̀̏ǫ̸̻͈̘͍̘͉̗̳̇̋́ͦ̈́͐ͮͫ̾̀ͨ͒ͥͣ͡_̷̡͔̪̓̃̇͢n̨̨̳̞͓͔̻͎̟̳̔ͯ̑̃̿ͦ̓͆̀ͬ̉ͦ̂_͚̕ģ̶̷̡̛̘̬̙̻̾ͧ̔̉́̕̕͡͝u̵̡͇̦͕̱ͮ͗̇ͣ͡͞-̶̶̧̣̞͍̠͍͓̤͙̗͉̪̻̭̼̥͛ͮ̄ͥ̓ͮ́̒ͣ̿ͥͧ̾͌ͩ͛ͦ̽͑̽̓̿͘͡͝Ma͔̬̩_̨̠̙̰̠̻̙̯ͣ̑̀͐͗̆͑ͦ́͘͟͡ð̨̯̤̜̭̪͇̳̺̬̝͉̓ͭ̒͑̾ͯ̓͛́̐͛͌̉̽ͭͤ̓ͧ͘͝͞͝͠r̶̡̲̺̫̙̻͎̪̃̓ͥ͊ͬͧ͂̍ͣ͗̇̕̕

 

 

 

[Lord_of_losers 1546]

Sarah Artenin rallies the Chamber of Fire.

There will be no Palebeast in Hohkmat.

 

[ToodIes 1575]

Faeryel seizes the opportunity to begin putting women in positions of power, citing their immunity to frost witch predation. 

 

“I have no ulterior motives for this,” she says to the press. 

[TheBigBubbles 963]

20 minutes ago, ToodIes said:

Faeryel seizes the opportunity to begin putting women in positions of power, citing their immunity to frost witch predation. 

 

“I have no ulterior motives for this,” she says to the press. 

Olaurae metagames this and tries for government, only to somehow fail and send Faeryel a duck figurine instead of an application.