At first it was a raindrop.
A clergyman suffocated while sleeping; a senator disappeared, washed up in the river a week later. It was a slow trickle of suspicious deaths that spanned the continent and gained momentum, bringing an unfamiliar feeling of dread that wedged itself into the hearts of society’s high ranked and privileged.
A divine punishment for the wicked, some whispered.
No, the work of an evil cult, others declared.
...whatever it was, persisted. At first it was a raindrop, and then it stormed.
A clergyman suffocated while sleeping; a senator disappeared, washed up in the river a week later. It was a slow trickle of suspicious deaths that spanned the continent and gained momentum, bringing an unfamiliar feeling of dread that wedged itself into the hearts of society’s high ranked and privileged.
A divine punishment for the wicked, some whispered.
No, the work of an evil cult, others declared.
...whatever it was, persisted. At first it was a raindrop, and then it stormed.
The priestess in all her sacred divinity should have been untouchable. No one could have imagined a day where her mortality was tested. But on the day the priestess was found murdered, as mortal as anyone else in the end despite all her sacred holiness, Tiranthe stilled, and wept.
...and then raged. For in her last breaths she had left behind a hope for people to cling to: a clue in the form of a symbol, scrawled onto the floor where she bled. |
In less than a day’s time Andaras made a formal declaration. In the name of Alorel, and every good force in the land, they swore: We will not sit idle. We have been given the sign we need to put a stop to whoever, or whatever, is responsible! ...and every prophet, politician, and monarch across the land followed suit in a pact, and a promise, to not let The Priestess’ sacrifice go wasted-- to not let evil go unpunished.
(Unfortunately, that’s where you come in.)
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It hasn’t been long since the mark showed up mysteriously on your body, but it feels long enough-- before any suspicious murders or dead idols painted a target on you and before your dreams started feeling less and less like your own. You didn’t kill The Priestess, you think you know that much.
In the end you realize it’s not just you- there’s a growing group of strangers all with the same suspicion and the same fate.
Regardless of innocence, regardless of guilt, all those suspected are taken to Raehn. The tarnished old city has been abandoned for centuries now, but it’s a good enough home for a group of suspected murderers.
It’s good enough for you.
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Curse of Raehn is set in a fantasy world on the continent of Tiranthe. The story begins when a group of marked strangers, suspected of the holy priestess' murder, are forced into captivity in the old city of Raehn near the region of Kessa.
(Unfortunately, that’s where you come in.)
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It hasn’t been long since the mark showed up mysteriously on your body, but it feels long enough-- before any suspicious murders or dead idols painted a target on you and before your dreams started feeling less and less like your own. You didn’t kill The Priestess, you think you know that much.
In the end you realize it’s not just you- there’s a growing group of strangers all with the same suspicion and the same fate.
Regardless of innocence, regardless of guilt, all those suspected are taken to Raehn. The tarnished old city has been abandoned for centuries now, but it’s a good enough home for a group of suspected murderers.
It’s good enough for you.
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Curse of Raehn is set in a fantasy world on the continent of Tiranthe. The story begins when a group of marked strangers, suspected of the holy priestess' murder, are forced into captivity in the old city of Raehn near the region of Kessa.