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Lord Haigren, The Handsome Devil, Thief of Compliments Tortures: Twisting Self Perception, Public Disgrace, Tithes: Stolen Praise, Art Made in(to) his Image, Groveling/Obsequiousness Lures: Honey Words, Friend to the Lonely, Stolen Moments Realm: The Monument - Splendor is the first word to build a description of the Monument. From there one can go to posh, illustrious, paramount, and maybe a dash of utmost. Average is an eyesore, blatant, and mocked. Here aesthetic, perception, and form are all there is. In these halls and courtyard of the beholden, beauty is all that can be seen. There is no room for humanity, and praise is lavished on those who howl at the sight of efforts made by mere man. The perfect image is an obligation here, and if you cannot find it for yourself you can always take it from someone else. |
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Ostra Nox, The Midnight Gardener Tortures: Starvation, Madness, Nightmares Tithes: Hedge Fruit, Dream Cultivations, Servants Lures: Tasties, Dream Whispers, Opportunity Realm: The Black Soil Estate - A palpable moisture fills the air of this night drenched home of great and terrible verdure. Through the white mist one can take in glimpses of movement; stooping, swooping, and scrambling. Here the scarecrows head moves while overlooking roots drinking waters cultivated from dreams. Woe be to thoughs taken to the shed and never, never steal from the garden. |
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De La Rosa, The Harlequin Prince of Many Faces Tortures: Whimsical horrors, Exhaustion, Confusion, Tithes:Entertainment, Children, Faces caught in moments of extreme emotion Lures: Flowers, baubles, toys, sweets, will-o-wisps, music, curiosity Realm: De La Rosa is a complex mind that is not easily satisfied with something exsisting as one absolute. The Harlequinn Prince feels as though that if something can appear different it is different. There is no greater example of perceptions changing than night and day, and so even the streets and lanes he treads reflect this. The Brilliant Cobblestone City of Celebration Awe and Wonder; bustles under the sun shining on the Many Faced Jester. A complex function of laws, etiquitte, and presentation. The one law universally enforced is that one must always wear their mask. Various sunshine rumors speak of frowns being confiscated, animals that cannot speak or will not speak, must be cooked and eaten, and that all doors and windows must remain open. The celebration of lights and propriety where the only sanctuary is a thin mask you wear. The Black Back Alleys of Cutthroats Urchins and the Stalking Dread; lurks under the blanket of night. A time of lawlessness and merriment at the cost of the foolhardy. The night knows no bounds and does not flinch at any sight or sound no matter how depraved. The only rule at night is that all doors and windows must locked shut and kept that way. Woe be to the one who is caught outside, or the one who opens their haven to allow sanctuary. The night has a thousand eyes and its only law will not be broken. |
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Miser of the Forgotten, Dust Collector, Usurer of the Omitted Tortures:Loneliness, Purposelessness, Improper Use Tithes:Rotten Bounties, Forgotten Vows, Bygone Dreams, Recaptured Lost (overlooked) Lures: Being noticed, Pledges Realm: City of the Nameless Sorting - When something is forgotten, left to fall through the crack into oblivion, sometimes its descent into wormy nothingness lands it into the rabbit hole leading to one of the ghetto's of the Miser. This realm functions off of laws so ancient none can recall where they are written save one. All things have their place and duties, and should something stray from its simple exsistance, stand out in anyway, then it is back to the crack. Rags to rags, dust to dust. The price for having a place is obscurity of self. |
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The Seven Year Warden, Gentleman Six Crow, The Willow Man Tortures: Calamity, Failure, Penance Tithes: Cursed items, Ill Omens, The Unwary Lures: NA Realm: The Standing Over Encampment - The walls have ears, the night has eyes, the wind can whisper, and the ground can bind, there are people here, but, none are enforcers. White owls seen only by a single individual, a roost of crow counts always eight, every mirror is broken, and every walk piece cracked. The law here was written down long ago by wives who made it home. Good folk tell tales of respecting your time owed and your behavior around this Fair folk. In this tall, thick, and dark woods, there are no morals only law. |