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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Majin" data-source="post: 2138491" data-attributes="member: 13265">OoC: Will be travelling to Twlight Hollow now. There would be plenty city/town stops on the way so if anybody needs anything feel free to post about it. I would assume those party members not "in the know" would be told more about Chastity & Andreas, and their situation with the White Brotherhood. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />~The journey west to Twilight Hollow takes the better part of three weeks, but fortunately for a change, the trip is uneventful. Dark clouds have been gathering overhead most of the morning, signalling a storm brewing. The party finally reaches the village about mid-day, approaching somewhat warily, as if expecting White Brotherhood inquisitors to jump out at any moment. What they are greeted with though, is much more shocking.Twilight Hollow resembles most other small villages that dot the face of Faerun. A stone temple dominates the village's profile. Most of the remaining buildings have wooden walls and thatched roofs. The aroma of burning pine spreads an ashen pungency through the air. The smell of a hearty roast rolls out from the local inn, and the blacksmith shop rings with the sound of metal striking metal. The residents bustle about, performng their daily chores--until they see you. The moment they spot you, their natural rhythm falters. They stop. They stare. They whisper among themselves, and they disappear a bit too hurriedly into their shelters.A cold rain begins to drizzle down on the village, casting misery upon everything. As if on cue, a black-clad woman comes down the street at the head of a funeral procession. Her hooded cloak hangs heavy and wet, strands of rain-slick blood-red hair escape from the robe as she walks. The woman carries a wooden staff so dark and knotted that it matches the expression of pain on her face. Six pallbearers in black hoods carry a coffin. The ornate box glows with a soft magic light. THe citizens of Twilight Hollow emerge from their buildings to stand in respect as the procession passes. Some hold up banners bearing the symbol of Ilmater. Some step forward to join the parade and walk along with the other villagers. The funeral approaches. You hear the mourners chant in a practiced monotone:"Sacred Ilmater, hold your child in your arms. In these dark times, watch over her and protect her from harm. We pray not for ourselves, but for her. We pray that, one day soon, her soul will know rest or return."The woman leading the procession then follows up with an odd addendum to the prayer:"A day of darkness yet awaits the people of Twlight Hollow. The day will come when a stranger will arrive in town. This stranger comes for the innocent among us. This stranger has a handsome shell, but inside this stranger hides a broken and warped soul. This stranger knows us. This stranger has watched us. This stranger knows the blessings of the beast that plagues us. Death walks with this stranger."The mourner's then continue their prayer to Ilmater as the procession closes with the party and begins to pass. As it does, those looking into the coffin that know her, recognize the body laying inside. Chastity.</blockquote>

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