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located in Decrepit Graveyard, a part of The Multiverse, one of the many universes on RPG.

Decrepit Graveyard

A decrepit graveyard long overtaken by the surrounding forest.


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Character Portrait: Zombie Queen Character Portrait: Mourning Character Portrait: Khay T'Uun Character Portrait: Echo "Rokket" Rhorer Character Portrait: Jenny Uskglass
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"Perhaps," Mourning spoke with a voice like gravel, inching closer to the tea party of bone and peculiarity.

Perhaps if they had experienced death, or have ever been honored in the Shrine of Shrines, perhaps they would remember meeting the monk. Perhaps if they'd attended the Ball of Chaos, now a wisp of a memory lesser than a distant scream to Mourning, they would recognize the hooded figure.

Mourning did, in fact, have one of those faces. After so much time serving the darkness and tending to the worship of many, many gods, identity beyond the task was lost on Mourning. Mourning was exactly what they were. Beneath the hood the monk's face was the vision of distress. Deep lines and a brow furrowed at constant framed eyes wet with tears that would never and could never fall.

Because of this, Mourning was especially interested in the little name-trick the monk had just witnessed. It was true: humans without access to their true names and identity had a tendency towards insanity (and worse). There was a tickle of familiarity in the words No-Longer-Alice-But-Now-(probably)-Meriot-John spoke.