WHO: Thais + Open WHAT: Rift closure, quarantine WHEN: Enthusiastically handwaves this WHERE: Free Marches NOTES: Editing in starters as I go, HMU on plurk or Discord if you want something custom.
Static crackles — discharges green-gold-fire and a thousand pounds of vaulting, furious hooves. The landing strikes impossibly true, the horse wheeling sweatless, regal; already a beast composed.
The woman on its back is lost for more than breath. Something out of a painting: Diaphanous silks, a glittering absurdity of a crown. Open, innocent wonder.
"Who —?"
The Rift shudders, whines. Something new grips the edge of the world and finds itself a hand; finds itself hungry. The scavenged forms of wraiths rise, swarm. A bizarre entourage.
There is a split second where Ellis' mace lowers slightly, threat assessment relaxing momentarily before the Rift behind her ripples and belches out something pale and menacing and a problem.
At least she's on a horse. Better than trying to flee on foot.
"Get out of the way!" is not an answer to "who" or even "what" but it does feel like it's addressing a more vital problem.
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Rift | Group thread & you're agreeing to let an envy demon get away thx
Static crackles — discharges green-gold-fire and a thousand pounds of vaulting, furious hooves. The landing strikes impossibly true, the horse wheeling sweatless, regal; already a beast composed.
The woman on its back is lost for more than breath. Something out of a painting: Diaphanous silks, a glittering absurdity of a crown. Open, innocent wonder.
"Who —?"
The Rift shudders, whines. Something new grips the edge of the world and finds itself a hand; finds itself hungry. The scavenged forms of wraiths rise, swarm. A bizarre entourage.
this contract is Sealed
There is a split second where Ellis' mace lowers slightly, threat assessment relaxing momentarily before the Rift behind her ripples and belches out something pale and menacing and a problem.
At least she's on a horse. Better than trying to flee on foot.
"Get out of the way!" is not an answer to "who" or even "what" but it does feel like it's addressing a more vital problem.