[EdinSumar]

Bezantur

South Bezantur, night. The air is filled with the smell of slowly rottening
corpses. Murder and blood hangs in the air, as a sort of unclean presence
within the very essence of all things and events that very night. Should
one care to find out, one would know that a slave merchant was murdered
the evening. Many ascribe this to some sort of blue-eyed naive underground
liberation movement. Until they hear the strangest facts of them all, the
slaves were also killed, all of the merchant's slaves. Gore and blood, death
and pain. It was spread upon the slave pit like nothing before it. The wall
covered in what can only be called grafitti from within the mind of a madman
intermingled with smeared texts which seems to make no reason at all,
written with blood. Such insightful texts as "You will all see what I see"
and "This is only the begining". Clearly, there are no Gods who would allow
such a monster to run free, or is there, someone? With the recent unease
regarding clerical and divine matters, this act of panic seems all too fitting
than to ascribe a simple random madman. Something deeper is on the verge
here, something malign, dark. And wholly twisted.