Private Tales Night Terrors

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
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Corin Rook

Gannis settled down on the cold tiles of the roof. He pulled a cloak tight around his shoulders and set his blade across his lap. The cold was setting in.

Gannis had suffered worse in silence. He had also complained bitterly about far less, but that was just the type of person he was.

The rings of the moon Lessat peaked out from behind the clouds. That was worse. When both moons were in the sky it made his skin itch. Pneria was in its gibbous phase, but if it were full he would not ha e tried to sleep in its light.

The village was settling in for the night. For three nights running, one of the people had been pulled from their window in the night. Gannis suspected a wendigo.

The Venari closed his eyes and settled into a half-sleep.



His eyes snapped open. His hand gripped the hilt of his blade. It was a nasty, single-edged thing. Like it's wiedler it was ugly and functional.

Gannis slipped off the roof and landed on his feet. He was pointing his sword at a red haired woman.

"What the fuck are yer doing out at this hour?" he growled.