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Violence, death, swearing.

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Day #1

Myra had felt a chest under her boot before.

And, more than that—this was not the first time the chest had been still. But she could never say that she'd seen a body with a still chest move. At least not before now.

It bucked, struggled, thrashing and violent, empty black holes staring up where eyes should have been. Would have been?

Not the time to ponder the philosophics. Not the time to do much more than stab and slash, shoving her blade into the mass of shadows so deeply that the hilt sank beneath the surface of the darkness, engulfing her forearm. A sharp intake of breath—like ice water flooding her blood.

The tip of her blade cracked against craggy rock as it plunged straight through it, ripping a screech from the writhing ball where a head could have been.

Myra leant in close, searching that void for something she knew she wouldn't find. Her eyes were drawn to the acorn around its neck, hanging off a little twine necklace. A remnant, perhaps, of what this thing used to be.

"What the hell are you?" she asked as it squirmed, pinned in place. Her eyes narrowed. "... Where are you?"

More howling. More scrabbling. A freezing swat at her shoulder. She sighed, tilting her head.

The thing's final, terrible scream was abruptly silent as she savaged it in two.

Journal #1

Shit. Fuck. Holy shit! They told me this place would be fucked, but that was... What even was that? It was like. A person made of shadows? Not a person. Not anything. And it tried to fucking kill me! And let it be known that I did not do shit to that thing. It just EMERGED from—somewhere.. already pissed off.

I mean, it wasn't a hard fight or anything. But still. This place is the worst. The sky is angry? It's so red... and where the sun used to be, it's just. A black ball.

Anyways. I tried to do death rites for that thing, but it's kind of hard when all that's left is a black smudge. Even the necklace was gone in the end... But I had to try. Who would I be if I didn't try?

Whatever. Turning in for the night. Gotta make sure no one finds this. Mama would lose her head if she saw how I spoke in here.

Game Stuff

Draw: 8 of Spades (♠). A soulless assassin.

Attribute: Steel

Roll(s): 3, 4, 10

Outcome: Success. You kill your foe without being wounded.

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Myra Stats

Pilgrim name: Myra

Pronouns: she/her

Soul Meter: 10

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