I am the Night that has arisen from the setting of the Dark Sun
((RP account))
((21+, NSFW friendly, dark themes))
The God of Lies
An old Cyric shrine...one of the few that *hasn't* been desecrated.
He sits on a stone bench nearby and waits, arms stretched across the back.
He's curious what sort of person would approach the statue of a now-dead god that was so hated.
Fell asleep...
New followers?
Hm.
Is that a prayer?
Quiet humming from the shadows.
Dark corners of halls seem livelier than they should be.
Watching.
His gaze is like the point of daggers pressed gently against the back.
I am literally just sitting here.
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