Event Announcement 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒜𝓁-𝒦𝒽𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓇

TW: GORE
*The following scene is done by an ET character.*
Night of Blood in Al-Khadir

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In the dead of night, the people of Al-Khadir wake up to an unspeakable horror. Now they find a gruesome display at the center of the town square, normally bustling with life. A well-known merchant of Al-Khadir's markets has been butchered beyond recognition.

His body parts are meticulously arranged in a sick, macabre pattern, each limb twisted and contorted, pointing outwards like the spokes of a wheel. His torso is slashed open, and the organs have been crudely removed and placed in separate locations around the square, each arranged in small piles of gore and thick blood. His head is set on top of a wooden crate, eyes wide open in a frozen scream, staring lifelessly at the sky. A twisted smile carved on his features, an imitation of joy in death. Amid this scene, a blood-soaked letter is pinned to the chest of the torso. Written in jagged handwriting, it reads:
"Oh, how he squealed! His little hands tried to hold it all together, but oopsie, they came right off! Silly, silly man, didn't anyone tell him? It's just a game! A fun little game, and I get to play with all the pieces!

Now, now, don't be scared… I am not done yet! There's so much more fun to be had. I wonder who will play with me next? Don't worry, it'll be a surprise! I'll make it nice and special, just for you all. Do you want to guess? I bet you do! But shhh, no peeking! See you soon, my lovelies!

Tick-tock, tick-tock!"


T̵͇̓͌̒̒̿̋̆͜h̵̦̯͖͇̀e̸͍̍͊̓̓ͅ ̸̭͙̥̙̟̣͂̀͜͠D̶̨̦̥̜͕̍̽̉̍͜ơ̶̡̝̞̠̦̌̐̑̽͠ļ̸̺̖͚̹͕̝̦̅͒́̏̚͜l̸̬̘͛̐͗̇̆̆̄m̸̡̹̙̫̺̩̱̤̦̘̈̽͒̔́̆͌a̸̡̰̠͚̩̞̎̔̈́͂̃̇͝k̸̨̥̲͇̦͈̓̈́̎̾̈́̀͘e̸̡̓͋̓r̴̦̪̲̩̖̭͔̝̰͐̈́͋͑̄̿̔͂̓͠
 
Meridy views the scene with a hollow feeling in their chest. They grip their cane tightly, letting the horrified murmurs of the crowd wash over them without comprehension. A dozen different thoughts war in their head, but one stands out.

They don't want Mal anywhere near this.
 
Mal walked into the square, multiple people attempting to convince her she shouldn't be there.
"Been there, done that." was her response to those speaking of nightmares and trauma.
"You're a bit old for this, aren't you?" was her response to those concerned with her age.
She seemed to have mostly been desensitized to this stuff, and seemed to be a bit more mature about it, too.
 
Myrdein looks at the corpse in the street surrounded by and citizens alike. "Och.. All of you are acting like you have never seen death before." She scoops up a piece of organ matter with her scythe and throws it to the side. After that she sheathed her weapon. "Och, Och.." She would pull out a Lute and play a haunting melody while walking off.
 
After finishing the burial sight for the man she stops to finally sit down and read the letter. Her face immediately filled with curiosity and hatred. They were toying with us,

and thats my thing.
 
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