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I know full well the dangers of walking into this place, especially alone, and after having met its goddess first hand. A place where the sun actually didn't shine. I was returning to Blickery, to go farther into its dark forests and find my way to the township that lied at the center of the thickets in the isle. I wanted to see for myself the very extent of the corruption that grips the place, and how deep the darkness here really runs in the forgotten place. I made my way to the isle again, and this time I took care to avoid the woods in fear of running into Morwenna again. I went right for the middle, right for the township.
The farther in the woods I traveled through fast, the more apparent the growths of thorns became, clouding the woodwork. I have to make myself intangible to get through. In each thorny growth, I felt an unsettling darkness stirring. These prickly aberrations were truly the stuff of the Afterseas alright. After having heard the story of Blickery and the Blight from its countess, I myself was left wondering why the hereafter ran up to this one place. The only place in the world that was lawless and welcomed all refugees and all gangrenous vagabonds. But then I remembered how they were visited by the Emperor, and I began to get an idea... after all, it wouldn't be too out of place that the Yellow Tyrant purposefully sabotaged them from the start in order to gain more followers, would it?
When I had cleared the growths and gotten closer to the township in the middle of the county, I gasped. Blickery was a true blackness.
The shoddy wooden town, the beaten down and dilapidated buildings... the ugly sky and the keep above the urban buildings gone to complete ruin... it was a dreadful sight. I saw the thorns stretching high. They grew over buildings and into them. The Blight that birthed Beastkin was everywhere. I could smell it in the air and I'm willing to bet one might taste it in the water too. I saw buildings completely full of what looked like... meat, bulging out the windows and doors. It was diseased. Pussy masses grew up between the stone and gravel of the roads. Beastkin roamed the horrid township, looking for scraps. They had bodies they dragged in of those from the mainland they'd ravaged, and fought over who got any. Flies were everywhere. I saw Beast broodmothers with swollen bodies overworked to give birth to more Beasts to send out into the world to scourge outsiders with.
This place was a breeding ground for Beasts to be as soldiers for the Dark Lord. It was firmly in the grasp of Morgrim, the Beast Count. Morwenna's brother had sworn himself to the Dark Lord in order to get that vengeance they sought dearly.
