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Nemora's Clan

g1s & lore

Venerable Lair

near the

Moonportal

Clan Info

There is rumour of something alien entangled in the forest,
and travellers are advised not to linger within the trees.

Quote:

You close your eyes.

It’s no different from when they’re opened. Here, the dark is impenetrable. It’s gluey, sticky—a thick ink clinging to your sight. The sun doesn’t wander, as you do, beneath the canopy of the Shrieking Wilds. You can hear the rustle of leaves above you, the distant calls of creatures unknown, and... the sharp crack of a branch nearby.

Your eyes snap open and you scramble to light your lantern.

The dark is not empty.

The light barely reaches two feet around you, but nothing new stirs—only the sound of your quickened breath.

The dark is not dead.

Anxious, you hurry off again. That’s your mistake, what makes your foot catch on one of the roots below.

The lantern flies out of your arms and flickers off. You begin searching for it, but something strange dawns on you... You never heard a crash. In fact, you can’t hear anything anymore. The silence weighs heavy and you start stumbling, unnerved, trying to find your way back to the sound of your own footfall, back to the creaking trees...

A set of eyes suddenly ignites in the dark before you.

A moment; you can’t tell if you’ve taken a breath or if you’ve just lived your entire life.

Then—the instant you blink—you’re outside, staring up at the border of the tall woods you were just in.

The breeze whistles by. You’ve no memory of how you made your way out of The Dark or the silence, but that isn’t what’s jarring. In the pit of your stomach, there’s this feeling. It sticks to your insides, uncomfortable, uninvited, churning.

It’s like you’ve never been more aware of your own mortality.

S U N I S S A N C T U A R Y

UNDER CONSTRUCTION
"Sol salus est." The words are spoken in whisper, passing through lips to bless the High Oracle, as she floats immobile in the glade. Juneflower is strewn below her feet in offering.

The life force of the city is tied to her fate. Nemora lives and dies with her.

Bio layouts were done my me. Art links to their respective creators.

A B O U T

Ravenclaw. Firebender. Chaotic Neutral.
I write, I love Dom, & G1s will be the end of me.
I collect Juneflower (for Evara) and Labradorite.