IC: EVENT

[bossman]

A TERRIBLE THING IS HAPPENING

reference books detailing myths and legends stolen from libraries...
wikipedia pages wiped clean from the face of the internet...
ancient stained glass windows smashed and destroyed...
historical research centers burnt to the ground...

Someone out there is trying very, very hard to erase all of the possible sources of power and belief of the ancient gods and goddesses. And it hurts. Whilst the powers of the minders are unharmed by the attacks, the gods and goddesses will be certainly feeling the toll: it's now painfully clear that even the simplest of miracles are now becoming almost impossible to perform.

deities, you had better have gifted your minders with some decent blessings! Because now you're going to rely on them more than ever. Someone is out to get you.

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[quarreling]

[ She inhales sharply as he drops to his knees, the smell of his sweat (wrung in combat) and of another man's blood (shed in her name) filling her lungs like much-needed breath. There's a tepidness to it, like the way smog muddles what could otherwise be a bright-cutting breeze, but there's enough for Hysminai to glean some strength from it. Worship is worship, however middling, and the fanatical devotion of a single man is worth more to her than a room full of heathens all throwing punches without a second thought to her name.

She forces herself to straighten; the way he speaks her name twinges along her nerves like pleasure mixed with pain and Hysminai reaches out to curl her hand along the back of Marlon's skull, cradling it with tensed fingers. ] Someone's trying to fuck with us, [ she tells him, through gritted teeth. ] The others are gonna find them. And when they do.

You're gonna tear 'em limb from fucking limb for me.

[ Hysminai wants to bring her knee up into Marlon's nose and see blood, wants to sink her thumbs into both of his eyes and gore until he starts praying again. Her nails dig into his scalp, holding him there. ]


Won't ya, champ?

[violentia]

[He doesn't show her his teeth; doesn't hiss or show alarm in his eyes. Marlon is too absorbed by her words and by her glare, like a man dazed by the Sun that blinds him.]

Yes, Hysminai. I won't stop until it's over.