>>5568750>>5568753>>5568766>>5568793>>5568854>Ruminate on villagerly-goings.>Fantasize about monsters.The village by your home has gone by many names–once upon a time, it was CORPSRICK, then MERCY PARISH, and then LLYWELLEN–.. but today, it is SEINS-DE-SAINT-ANNE, the city-state of a fanatical new religious order. The “village”--if you could still call it that–is immense, its zealots proselytizing by measure of nail and hammer: constructing new walls, new homes, new churches each and every day. The cot you live in, once a good hour’s trip out from the village, now lies within reach of its walls.
The village’s breadth necessitates vicious guardianship, and it’s not uncommon for you to hear the distant howls of beasts and screams of cultists. The monsters that prowl these walls.. you can only imagine. The lot of monsters nowadays are female, be it the grace of an ancient blood curse, but male monsters aren’t unheard of. You can see it in your mind’s eye–great, monstrous beasts on chains, devils from another plane, reject homunculi from the church’s basements.. yes, a veritable banquet of dangerous servants for you.
You remain adrift in such fancy and fantasy as your walk from your cot brings you to the village outskirts. The land of penitents, where reject cultists teem about the walls and wail for their failure. The lot of them look dangerous, cold, and mad, but a few seem weak enough for you to handle. You can see one weak, bandaged man on a crutch and a weathered old hag in a hood.
>Speak to the doddering crone.>Speak to the wobbling invalid.>Proceed past them.>Write-In. 