Nocht, the Silent whispers, "You've heard of Amberle, yes?"
Suddenly grotesque wounds open up on the image of the goddess, and She screams. A psychic shock whipping around the fulcrux causing an intense pain to blossom in your skull, your limbs, your very spirit. The screams rebound shortly after, deafening in their intensity as bit after bit of the goddess is torn away. First flesh, then bone, and then even pieces of the glimmering bits of Her own spirit. The shadowy figures present turn and start in obvious alarm, but all is muffled by Her screams.
Nocht does not raise His voice as the screams echo throughout the fulcrux, though His words reach you all the same. "Amberle believed in patience. In love. In understanding."
Nocht waves a hand in the image is gone in an instant, replaced with the previous night sky. He turns back towards you, "And she suffered for it."
When Xenthos pointed out you had a gallery I spent an embarrassing amount of time that night poring over the character face sketches. I just love every little detail, from the mini Gurashi commentary to the little speech bubbles. They’re all so expressive and beautiful and I wish you played in Hallifax so you could fanart all the characters I know and love.