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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4120237" data-attributes="member: 3285">Herald of the Yellow King - Part 3c: The Village of BrightonIlmarė had no need for sleep.  Elorii meditated for hours, but they didn’t sleep or even dream. She had on occasion had nightmarishly vivid visions, but those were the exception and her meditation had been uninterrupted of late only by distractions of a more mundane nature.  She sometimes envied humans of their blissful rest; the squeaking of rats or the caterwauling of squabbling cats disturbed her rest.  But that night, she was glad for Osalian’s gift.Ilmarė stepped out into the hallway.  Something that sounded suspiciously like a man vomiting assaulted her ears.  She knew that sound: Kham.She padded down the steps, her thinblade at the ready.  Whatever was behind that door, Ilmarė planned to find out.  The hall was quiet.  Only the crackling of the fire greeted her. Fortunately, it was a full moon out, so moonlight illuminated the hall. It was almost too bright. Ilmarė peered out a window to look at the sky.  Two moons were visible in the night sky.  They were completely alien, neither the size nor color of the moon she was familiar with.  Clouds rolled in, and then snowfall blocked her view of it.  The elorii made her way along one wall and up to the door.  She tried the handle.  It was locked.Ilmarė drew a large pin from her hair.  Her silver and purple locks tumbled down around her.  She brushed the hair out of her face and then twisted the pin in the lock.  A moment later, the door creaked open.As the door swung open, Ilmarė beheld a sickening sight.  It was clear that the home had undergone a drastic change recently.  All the furniture was removed. The room was freezing cold; ice and snow was packed all around the floor, much of it bloodstained.  In one corner of the large room stood a worktable, behind which stood a rack of mallets, hooks, knives, cleavers, and saws.  In an opposite corner were several barrels that reeked of brine.Ilmarė swallowed hard.  She inspected one of the barrels.  After a moment, she tried to pry open the lid with her thinblade.It was stuck.  She wrenched harder.  Just a little more…Something wet dripped on her shoulder.Ilmarė looked up.The ceiling was a forest of butchered corpses.  About thirty naked bodies hung face down from hooks fastened to the rafters.  They were all eviscerated, with the internal organs completely removed.  The tops of the skulls were sawed open, showing an empty converse bowl where a brain once sat.  The meatier parts were missing from a half-dozen corpses.  “Stupid human cooking.”</blockquote>

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