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the Rift

The mists—they writhe with the desperate anger of a wounded beast. There is no consoling such things, they must be put out of their misery.

But this beast…it has already been put out of its misery, once. In an foreign land, by holier gods.

So Reszo formed out of these sick, vengeful mists. At first, he was but a thought; a flash of glowing eyes. And then he was smoke—dark grey misted smoke that pulled in all those reaching claws and screaming mouths that infested the west’s heart. A soft pulse of gentle wind swept across his western lands, as if to dispel the angry specters and call any who were nearby towards hope.

Yet, this was the Rift. A place of feral magic and untempered dreams. Such spirits did not willingly relinquish their domain. They fought, desperately. They took on the memories of any nearby living creature: dead lovers, dead mothers, dead fathers, dead children—even the those lost, unborn souls were not safe from their vicious vengeance.

Reszo’s teeth form from the mists, the only truly solid thing about him (aside from his glowing red eyes). They snarl and snap at these angry, wayward ghosts that will not come to heel.

For a moment, it seems to work. The dark mists shrink, allowing more light to filter in from the already wan skies… The specters pull back from the god’s snapping teeth and away from the beings they had threatened to overtake in their frantic retribution. It seems that this last vestige of the wolf god’s power has brought his heart under control.

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………haven’t you learned to trust nothing in the Rift?

In the brief, precious, sunlit moment of calm, the phantoms redouble their frantic fury. They triple their number, their size, their anger, and their terror. Claws, hooves, eyes, teeth; they all morph and mutate, reaching towards any broken, hurt, or crying soul that dares to venture towards this god’s battle with them.

“Obey,” was Reszo’s snarl, reverberating in the moist air’s very droplets. Though, despite the power in a god’s demand, it has limited effect on the shadowed hauntings.

Very few pause their attacks on the living souls all around. Most continued on their godless, greedy rampage.

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Oh! It seems like the last vestige of Reszo the Wolf God is attempting to wrangle the Labyrinth's angry spirits! Will you watch? Will you help? Will you run away, screaming?
Hmm, I wonder what these spirits will do to any who interfere... [;

Next 'round' will be...soonish. This may become a 'rapid-fire' thread, depending on how many/how quickly responses occur! :D