Athena Heron
Crazy Bird Lady
Dahrtag, Necropolis, the name didn't matter so much to the dead of the tomb-world. The boneworms and cryptberries didn't mind what their planet was called. The worms only desired the marrow of the dead. Rumors of their activity was spreading from the villages on the fringe. It was dangerous to go into the misty lands after night.
The young acolyte wasn't deterred.
The mists were already swirling around her partially-feathered form as if recognizing the darkness within as one of its own. Her voice whispered silently to the dead souls buried beneath her feet.
Come. Tell me what your fears are. Let me feel what you experienced in death. Give me visions to bring to the living so I might drive them mad.
Dramatic? Sure. But the acolyte was here for inspiration with the village over her canvas.
(tagging those who initially expressed interest but the thread is open)
[member="Darth Ferus"]
@Technovore @Morgana Forceborn
The young acolyte wasn't deterred.
The mists were already swirling around her partially-feathered form as if recognizing the darkness within as one of its own. Her voice whispered silently to the dead souls buried beneath her feet.
Come. Tell me what your fears are. Let me feel what you experienced in death. Give me visions to bring to the living so I might drive them mad.
Dramatic? Sure. But the acolyte was here for inspiration with the village over her canvas.
(tagging those who initially expressed interest but the thread is open)
[member="Darth Ferus"]
@Technovore @Morgana Forceborn