Night falls upon the land and wind howls through the mountains, bitter cold against exposed flesh. Within the courtyard before the Witch Queens mansion lies the ruins of a camp. Hide tents, dead fires, and the stiff bodies of men and women from a distant land.
As the new moon rises, the violet runes upon the great doors of the mansion glow brighter. With a hiss and a high pitched ringing, they unseal and slowly swing open. Beyond them lies a small vestibule and another set of doors made from carved white wood. One hangs ajar and wisps of shadowy mists curl around the edges...
[spoiler]Happy Spooky Month. Perfect time for a Haunted House!
Participation in the previous event is not required. You won't be missing out on much, if anything.[/spoiler]
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Edited by ImaDrizzit: 10/1/2020 10:02:27 PM*Almalexia will leave the tent that she has taken residence in and approach the doors to the house. Seeing her friend place his iron visage upon his head, she shall do the same. Hers too resembles the aggressive and stern face of a god, but molded out of ebony and not brass. Two recurved tusks protrude from the lower part of the mask, like those of a boar, and fangs hang from the lower lips of the mask like that of a snake. It seems to connect perfectly with the smooth form of her pointed crown. And so she will approach, the extravagant garments she wears cleaned from the blood of her fights for the party, yet a peculiar but plain belt still rests around her waist.*