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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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The Twisted Crown Tortures: Corruption, Betrayal, Violence Tithes: Loyalty, Glamour (All forms), Conquest Lures: Extortion, Power, Belonging, Meaning Realm: The Blood Twined Hold in the War Torn Hills – The red grass, brittle and bug infested, grows high in these parts only sparse and sickly shrubs or starved saplings scared by drought poke through. It seems the grass has encouraged to grow so high in order to hide the number of dead strewn about. High walls of flint stone, blazing braziers, and banners of hide encompass the blood twined hold. With smell of fear, taste of blood, and sound of horn the door is always open. |
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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. |