Inside, it does shimmer and almost seems to glow with a crimson hue – ruby clusters bunching from each open and available space, glinting and reflecting the little bits of light that appear to shine through it. It’s enough light that the two men would also be able to see the remains of some bones toward the back of the shrine, other offerings left for the goddess of entropy.
As the requests are made, the bones start to move in the back, pulling themselves together in a little puppeteering motion, jaw bones of deer clicking and clacking against one another as an other-worldly voice comes from both nowhere and everywhere at the same time. “Shrines for gods, gods to grant armor, gods for this and gods for that. Silly, needy strangers.” The spirit doesn’t make sense, not entirely, but the spirit does think they’ve hit a gold mine on straddling the line between creepy and funny, if only the hovering bones didn’t seem to stare through the Ancient and Accepted with black, depthless holes for eyes awaiting an answer.
As the requests are made, the bones start to move in the back, pulling themselves together in a little puppeteering motion, jaw bones of deer clicking and clacking against one another as an other-worldly voice comes from both nowhere and everywhere at the same time. “Shrines for gods, gods to grant armor, gods for this and gods for that. Silly, needy strangers.” The spirit doesn’t make sense, not entirely, but the spirit does think they’ve hit a gold mine on straddling the line between creepy and funny, if only the hovering bones didn’t seem to stare through the Ancient and Accepted with black, depthless holes for eyes awaiting an answer.
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