LOREN
Loren didn't respond right away. And when he did, he did it with emotions and memory rather than words, at first. The image of monsters tearing apart a body right in front of him. Of a warning, scrawled in blood across a floor that he had ended up burning. Of the horror of never knowing when someone on the other side of the door was actually who they said they were. Of not knowing who had survived and who had died until after the darkness lifted.
During LongNight, in the Hollowed Ground, monsters roam. They seek out any source of light, of sound, of life that they can find and destroy it. There's almost no way to stop them, and even staying huddled behind walls doesn't work, as they're always trying to find a way in. Remembered terror echoed through the link. They take on the voices and demeanor, sometimes even the memories, of those you love, and use it to manipulate you to open your doors. When they're not just breaking them down. He paused. And it works, because sometimes, often enough, the person on the other side of the door is the person you love. And there's never any way to know for sure.
He let that all sink in. As he did, he tried to get his own rampant emotions under control again. It was a distinct relief when Korbin provided an excellent distraction. Not much, really. They can vary, based on how the god or being in question wants to punish the one being cursed. They're usually quite personal. The healer was surprised and curious, but also concerned for the hunter.
During LongNight, in the Hollowed Ground, monsters roam. They seek out any source of light, of sound, of life that they can find and destroy it. There's almost no way to stop them, and even staying huddled behind walls doesn't work, as they're always trying to find a way in. Remembered terror echoed through the link. They take on the voices and demeanor, sometimes even the memories, of those you love, and use it to manipulate you to open your doors. When they're not just breaking them down. He paused. And it works, because sometimes, often enough, the person on the other side of the door is the person you love. And there's never any way to know for sure.
He let that all sink in. As he did, he tried to get his own rampant emotions under control again. It was a distinct relief when Korbin provided an excellent distraction. Not much, really. They can vary, based on how the god or being in question wants to punish the one being cursed. They're usually quite personal. The healer was surprised and curious, but also concerned for the hunter.
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