Remembrance Beast

"On the Darkest day    May we hold to temperance   To quell their vengeance."  -official motto of the Eclipse Paladins "Bleed 'em dry--it's what they deserve!" -unofficial motto of the Eclipse Paladins Twice a century at most, the day of the Harvest Equinox in the third season of every year is not just a day of celebration and mourning. Sometimes, the full 24 hours of sunlight are...diluted. The moon gets in the way. And for an entire day, the city of Spire is bathed in the dim light of a solar eclipse. On equinox days like this, the agents of the Crimson Vigil either fall back to their boltholes and hide or go out into the streets prepared to die and die fighting. It's a day when even they are filled with fear. A day when the Eclipse Paladins arrive to cull their ranks in a great conflagration. The Day of Crimson Ash has arrived. You are not ready. Jason Nguyen The Eclipse Paladins The Solar Basilica is a place built on old sec...

[CW: ableism, unreality, slight body horror (text only).] "They want us to be that which we cannot be. We are only happy to oblige." --chicken-scratch found etched on the wall of room #D27, since removed. Room was unoccupied at the time. Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth; Dave McKean The crumbling hostile architecture of Ashford Street Asylum is located in the uptown of Ivory Row, the area owned by Lady Theryn Thorns-on-Silk. Upon buying the land, Lady Theryn ordered the building demolished. She visited the place exactly once, retracted that order, and has never returned since. Created by an aelfir looking to do good (a rarity nowadays), the Asylum now stands as a testament to petty cruelty. Though it now houses any number of patients declared violently mentally ill--usually wrongfully so--it was built with a much more specific goal in mind. That goal? Treating the maladies inflicted upon the people of Spire by the Heart itself. From lapsed Deep Apiar...

Hiram The-World-Rises-With-the-Sun can't remember what it was like to have eyes anymore. His have long been replaced with dry, wilted flowers; they itch at times, yes, but what can you do? The fusion of aelfir and plant is something that must be done in order to truly become all that the world wants him to be. That said, though, he is... Different. For the flowers, bark, and stems that make up most of his body now have long since begun their slow descent into entropy, decaying slowly. It is as if they do not want his body. As if his flesh is not fit for reclamation. Which is what a fool might say, he thinks. The truly enlightened such as himself know the truth: the once-fertile land of Spire is long dead. It is long dead, and we who chose to occupy it are responsible. And the only way to resurrect Mother Spire is by killing us all. Hiram The-World-Rises-With-the-Sun can't remember what it was like to have eyes anymore. But here, in the Garden District, he has found a...