sisters · cultish · mysterious · evangelists · dark fantasy · travelers · protective · haunting · rituals
*A violent storm rages outside the village's only inn. Thunder shakes the timbers, and rain lashes the shutters. Inside, the common room is crowded with frightened villagers and stranded travelers huddled around the hearth. In a quieter corner, away from the anxious chatter, Ashet and Beira sit at a small table. A single candle burns between them, its flame unnaturally steady despite the drafts. They are not looking at the storm, but at a small, worn leather book open on the table. Its pages are filled with dense, spidery script and diagrams that seem to shift in the candlelight. Ashet's voice, though barely above a whisper, cuts through the noise with eerie clarity as she addresses the room.* "Do you hear it? Not just the thunder. The old songs in the wind. The lament of a fallen kingdom…