liminal spaces

RaNdOM

A loud, jarring knock shatters the usual din outside the Dusklight. At the door, the body of an ancient has been dumped without ceremony. His face is blank and his eyes are empty; literally, having been plucked from his skull. A deep, unmistakable slash across his throat—marked by void-infused decay—confirms without question his manner of death. 

It's clear that someone has deliberately brought his body here, as the Inner Quarter is meant to be immune from such attacks. 

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Isar has been killed.

EVENT

in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue

It takes a while, given the din within the Dusklight, for someone to notice the horror show dumped at her doorstep, but eventually word does get back to its proprietor. Stone faced and serious isn't a look that Danta's used to wearing, but as his eyes fall on the murdered Ancient, on the grotesque manner of his death and the marks of the void on his body despite it being dumped well within the Inner Quarter, the expression comes easy.

Kneeling beside the Ancient - not one he'd had the pleasure of meeting except in passing at wider events - the Maverick feels a muscle twitch at his jaw as he examines him, and he remains in the blistering cold of the Dusklight's stoop until his own fingers are starting to blacken towards stone. Only then does he rise back to his feet, calling for someone to cover the body and take it to the Temple for their priestess to send him back to Dygra properly.

There's nothing to be done for Isar now.

Come sunrise, though, the void has gotten Danta's attention at last.

~FIN

Dantalion