Random Event No tomorrow, no tomorrow


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there's truth that lives and truth that dies
LongNight begins not with a bang or a whisper.

But a death.

A murder.

For one of the ascended, the monster's hate burns brighter than for the rest. Wessex is a close second, raised from the dead and then raised to be more than the rest of them as she has been, but one was created only by the maker's hands.

A child of the Voice, and a mockery of all that they are. All that they could be. All that they should have been. They are twisted and discarded, the precursor to all that allows Osozo to live. And so it is also their right to take back that life, surely.

And even if it isn't, it's too late now.



For centuries the monsters have watched those within the Grounds erect a perch for the Spark Bird. This year, they have created their own perch, though it isn't the mythical and flaming bird who sits on it, but the body of a demi-god. Metal rods are embedded into Osozo's palms while their feet are bound with thick cabeling. The monsters have already stripped away most of their flesh, revealing perfect circuitry and bio-mechanical systems. They have already stolen everything they can while keeping the demigod alive (upgrades, kidneys, their eyes). But now comes time to remove the vital organs. With grotesque care, the monsters carve out all they believe makes Osozo successful where they have failed.


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