By sunset, they'd set up camp at the crest of the cliff and all was well until a screaming terror erupted from the thick forest. Shreikers. An eyeless species of hellspawn that look like a man if he were slowly morphing into a walking insect, the transformation disfiguring his body and turning his skin into [...]
Some grand tales start with a drug-induced heart-to-heart with a cat god.
"Wish me luck, my dear, for tonight I plan to make a fantastic mistake."
But wasn't that every night?
Sneering, Naoki offered a less enthusiastic assessment. "Wonderful cloak. Assassin? Cultist?"
To chart the Heavens is my calling. To use its power for good is my duty. This is my ephemeris, my life’s work.
Will you accept Umbra's gift?
To refuse means death.
To accept means something much worse.
BOW BEFORE ME, MORTAL WRETCHES.