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located in Phyrexian Grassland, a part of The Garden: An Arcadian Boneyard, one of the many universes on RPG.

Phyrexian Grassland

Vast plains of grass and large fields were the norm at one point here near Kerris, but after a game with a Demon Lord the Phyrexian Grasslands are withered and barren waste-lands devoid of all but a tiny almost village area home to The Nameless.

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Character Portrait: Wayland "Brimstone" Smith Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Tiotio Character Portrait: Keres Leventis
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“....this is the only advice I will give you aside from to remember, this is not a fight, you are not simply weapons."

As the room faded away Tiotio’s first thought was of the food in her bag. If the whole thing had been some illusion, was the food real too? She stuck her hand in and felt the dried edge of a plantain. It seemed quite real. She lifted it out and nibbled at it. Like the bugs it, it had real taste and texture.

“Live”

A figure pulled itself out of the darkness, shadows peeling off it like flaking skin. The body the light revealed was misshapen, hunched over skeletal legs, its arms and hands pulled by painfully short tendons into twisted claws that rested against its chest.

No flesh clung to its jaw, and huge grey teeth dominated the lower half of its face. Everything above its nose, which was pockmarked with rot, was covered in filthy cloth wrappings. There were thin gaps in the cloth, enough for the creature to see out, but too small to reveal the features hidden within.

Its voice was like a murder of crows, all calling over each other in a mad cacophony of sound - “Hello friend.”

“Eitr!” Tiotio called, “You’ve come here too?”

The illusion of the room was forgotten in her delight at seeing her old friend. She imagined a doorway, like those she’d see the rabbit woman summon, opening before Eitr, allowing the man through to this place. And of course he would go through - Eitr was as curious and as eager to learn as Tiotio. She rushed toward him, ready to embrace him, her mind already full of a dozen questions.

Another figure emerged, and Tiotio stopped a few paces from Eitr. It did not crawl forward, as Eitr had, but took huge, lumbering steps. First a leg entered the light - wide, thick, made of mud and clay and sticks. As the golem entered the light, Tiotio brandished her bo. In an instant her memories returned, overwhelmed her mind, and she was not on the stone platform, but in alley were Eitr had died.

She hissed and screeched, threatening the golem. It had come for her that night, to rectify the crimes of a disgraced master. The man had taken Tiotio as a student, in direct violation of the rules of his order. The golem had punished him first, then come to erase his errors by destroying his student.

Eitr was innocent of this, his only crime was being friends with Tiotio, traveling with her and wanting to protect her. He was no fighter; his skills and powers were useful only for piece, for understanding nature. His skills with animals and plants were equal in proportion to his hideous form. Each rotten tooth, each atrophied muscle, representing a power to bring life and light to the world.

That fight had been the hardest in Tiotio’s life. She stood no real chance against the golem, which overpowered her with strength, and could not be harmed in any lasting way.

On the stone platform Tiotio’s hand shot to her chest, where one of the things sharp branches had pierced her, puncturing her lung. She’d lay on the alley floor, dieing. Then Eitr threw his shriveled body between Tiotio and the golem, clawed uselessly at the holes in the golem’s face that were not truly eyes.

“Go!” Eitr called, in a voice that sounded like the night itself, the darkness and the stars, were ordering her to run.

The golem took Eitr’s small head in its hand, mud and filth coating the cloth, grinding into the teeth. There was a snap, small and sicking, and Eitr’s head came loose.

Tiotio ran then, as fast and as far as her body would go. Blood erupted from her mouth, but she did not stop. She ran all night and into the morning, worried at each step that the golem was just behind.

On the stone platform Eitr came up beside her, tilted his head up to look at her. “We can defeat it,” he said.

“No, we run, it’s too strong to fight.”

And then she remembered the Nameless, their leader, the interview, Keres - all of it. This horrid thing, this reliving of that painful night, was all happening in the middle of the Nameless stronghold. Would they let her run, would they help her protect Eitr?