Malphaestus
Touched by the Apocalypse
This location will be the place where accumulated knowledge and insight about topics and the world at large will be submitted and made for all to understand in a concise fashion. It will not necessarily be pervasive and objective, but rather a collection of 'tidbits' to summarize what the party has learned. I will not necessarily fill this thread the instant that new knowledge is learned, instead I'll wait until enough is sufficiently understood, and summarize it here. Below is the information.
The World. -
Resurrected, all heroics or travesties rendered irrelevant, for gazing upon that most grey sky, it all became pointless. All promised excess, or infinite happiness, which faith may or may not have directed their believer's ideas, inert. There is only a headless man surrounded by the infinite limbo of bodyless crucifixes and a featureless landscape dominated by little yet roaring all the same in its mass and volume. There is only they, and the Headless One here, yet what lies beyond? More torment, more horror, and more wickedness? Or, maybe, answers. Maybe there are those who know of the times before, maybe, with that minute hope, they decide to journey on. Gripped by a strange urge for continuation, laced in the wickedness which cakes their skin under that most luminous sun which refuses to cease in its looming prevalence across that northern-most horizon, there lies yet something primal, something subconscious, which calls upon their essence to take a step towards uncovering that which yet is laced in veils.
The World. -
Resurrected, all heroics or travesties rendered irrelevant, for gazing upon that most grey sky, it all became pointless. All promised excess, or infinite happiness, which faith may or may not have directed their believer's ideas, inert. There is only a headless man surrounded by the infinite limbo of bodyless crucifixes and a featureless landscape dominated by little yet roaring all the same in its mass and volume. There is only they, and the Headless One here, yet what lies beyond? More torment, more horror, and more wickedness? Or, maybe, answers. Maybe there are those who know of the times before, maybe, with that minute hope, they decide to journey on. Gripped by a strange urge for continuation, laced in the wickedness which cakes their skin under that most luminous sun which refuses to cease in its looming prevalence across that northern-most horizon, there lies yet something primal, something subconscious, which calls upon their essence to take a step towards uncovering that which yet is laced in veils.
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