12-08-2020, 07:44 PM
lord, I fashion dark gods too;
They bring their offers – bloody ones, piece of themselves, of others. All fitting, all appropriate to a land that was borne of sick magic, a land that resurfaced and brought plague upon the earth. He smiles, and though he does not speak to those who come – not yet – he nods to them, the small group who seek to rebuild.
It's easy, with such pieces, with the blood imbued here – he pulls from them, uses them as a conduit, and from these pieces the land is remade, the crumbling canyons patched, the scent of smoke fading and replaced with something else, something that smells faintly of copper and iron. He leaves the earth scarred, just a little – a mark of scorched earth where the land had parted and swallowed the raven witch whole. He will let that heal on its own, but lets it stand as warning for now – a note that this land does not take kindly to change.
“There,” he says softly, reviewing the land. Its trauma is not erased, not completely, but the canyons are restored, the land back beneath their grasp.
Yet he does not leave, not yet. For no leader has been named to this restored place, and he will not stand to see it crumble again.
c a r n a g e
Carnage tidied things up thanks to the gross offerings!!! thank you all!!!