Long Game 48: The Terris Synod
Night fell on Tathingdwen, a still moonlight broken by falling flakes of ash the only lighting available to the shrouded, mist-covered city. The city, and the secret sect that lived within it: the Terris Synod, a solitary beacon of hope.
Marne, the highest-ranking member of that Synod, paced in his office, discontent. Swirling rumours, which he had little power or desire to refute, were being whispered around the hideout. Rumours of Steel Inquisitors, Spiked servants of the Lord Ruler, tha
Laksam had gotten up early today to start sweeping. He'd decided to focus on sweeping ash around the temple today. After all, there had been a decent amount of commotion there the past couple days. As for the city-wide lockdown? He'd never really had any aspirations of leaving the city anyway. There was always plenty of ash to sweep.
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Sart just ninjaed me... Was also going to throw a vote onto Xinoehp. The casual nature of the vote was kind of odd. Don't think I'm quite convi