03-28-2024, 08:24 PM
Death is but one of many sure and certain things in the many worlds and realms that exist.
Some are desperate to avoid such a fate, going so far as to bind their life force and soul upon objects.
Others enjoy the thrill of ending anothers' breath, decorating the lands walked on with reddened ichor and rotted bodies.
This land has been seeing an overabundance of such, as of late.
And it has caught the eyes of sisters Three - Her witnesses, Her representatives of certain kinds of death.
They arrive with no fanfare, save for the land around them slowly becoming devoid of life.
Cacophonous laughter can be heard across the various battlefields of the region.
Dead bodies of random magi who travelled much too far to what sounds like ongoing warfare and rapid growth of sinka flowers dotting each part of the land--
Those who survive tell tale of a woman with boney-wings and a terrifying aura wielding a bloodied greatsword.
What is the price for death and bloodshed?
What is the story waiting to be told?
[ roaming ec/s. be careful, and have fun when you run into them. ]