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''In the center of the square is another person, a woman, wearing a mask that covers the top half of her face but leaves her jaw uncovered. She is standing on a plinth, and the crowd around her is composed of people who are not still or silent, but are instead a crowd that hisses and groans gently, and each of them wears a skull shaped mask. The woman turns to look at you, then smiles and lifts a finger to her lip and shushes you, but as she does a great bloody gout of orange and black winged butterflies pours out, fluttering upward into the sky. From behind you you can hear a rushing crackle and when you turn you see great waves of fire rushing across the city toward you. They come close and just before they reach you you realize they're composed of thousands upon millions of orange and black winged butterflies. They cover you, tiny needle-like feet digging into your skin and wings buffeting you and then you feel the pressure around you increase almost unbearably, then there's a great rocking boom and the butterflies are shredded as the five glass sided towers around the square explode outward and then collapse. The last thing you see is the woman in the mask staring straight at you with an expression of...joy? Wonder? Hope? Maybe even surprise on her face.'' | ''In the center of the square is another person, a woman, wearing a mask that covers the top half of her face but leaves her jaw uncovered. She is standing on a plinth, and the crowd around her is composed of people who are not still or silent, but are instead a crowd that hisses and groans gently, and each of them wears a skull shaped mask. The woman turns to look at you, then smiles and lifts a finger to her lip and shushes you, but as she does a great bloody gout of orange and black winged butterflies pours out, fluttering upward into the sky. From behind you you can hear a rushing crackle and when you turn you see great waves of fire rushing across the city toward you. They come close and just before they reach you you realize they're composed of thousands upon millions of orange and black winged butterflies. They cover you, tiny needle-like feet digging into your skin and wings buffeting you and then you feel the pressure around you increase almost unbearably, then there's a great rocking boom and the butterflies are shredded as the five glass sided towers around the square explode outward and then collapse. The last thing you see is the woman in the mask staring straight at you with an expression of...joy? Wonder? Hope? Maybe even surprise on her face.'' | ||
=House Rules= | =House Rules= | ||
| β | =The Cabal: | + | =The Cabal: Name= |
''Creed'' | ''Creed'' | ||
