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I explain some of Pyres here: https://realitysoup.net/pyres-...

Content Warnings

Injury, swearing.

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Day #2

Myra was cold. Her vision was blurry. These two facts were eclipsed by the bigger fact that she'd been stabbed.

She stumbled blearily away from what was left of the warrior she'd managed to destroy, hand clutched to her side in a maddened attempt to drink in the warmth of the blood soaking her robes. These creatures were brutal, but the damage didn't seem entirely physical. Exhaustion lay thick and heavy on her spirit, not her bones.

There were a great many expanses of open air in this part of Anathoria. It seemed that the closer you got to the eclipse, the more the landscape warped and flattened, pressing itself away from the sky and the horror that burgeoned within it. Myra staggered toward an outcropping of sharp, black rock, leaning against it as her legs threatened to give out.

She hadn't prepared enough, she realised. Her hands fumbled about with her pack, pulling out the salve her mother had pressed into her hands, sitting in a pouch tied up with leather rope. It was small. Only just enough.

Rubbing it in was difficult. Myra's hands were like blocks of ice. She couldn't even feel the salve as she pushed it into her wound, watching its green dissolve into her blood and skin, stitching it back together and tugging her bones back in place as warmth bloomed back into her body. A sharp hiss whistled past her teeth as her vision whited out, but a moment later the pain was gone.

Something else was gone, too. She couldn't place what.

No matter. She had to reach the first pyre. Even if it destroyed her. Myra was only one person, anyhow. Anathoria wouldn't miss her.

Journal #2

Gods, this place is the fucking worst. I mean, mama said it would be, but... WHY does everything here want to kill me?! I'm trying to save them, for the gods' sake! If they weren't totally brainless, they'd definitely understand. I'm doing this for them. May come as a shock, but I actually don't enjoy getting beaten into a paste every day. And considering it's only the second day, that is, in fact, two-for-two on getting the shit kicked out of me.

What would mama say, if she was here? "You fucking idiot, Myra. Come home!" Maybe in a nicer way than that...

She is nice, is my mama. I hope I see her again.

Game Stuff

Draw: 10 of Spades (♠). A soulless warrior.

Attribute: Edge

Roll(s): 3, 6

Outcome: Difficult success. The fight is tiring or you get hurt.

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Myra Stats

Pilgrim name: Myra

Pronouns: she/her

Soul Meter: 9

Check out Pyres of a Cursed Kingdom by Miracle M (if you're cool. what do you mean 'peer pressure'?):

https://miraclem.itch.io/pyres

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