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=== Appearance ===
 
=== Appearance ===
 
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* Last night, I dreamt of the Woods surrounding the Mansus. I walked beneath one of the many nests of the Masterpiece and I skirted the edges of where the Engine carries out its great work, and it was between these two that I discovered an echo. A lost god, once called the Anvil, which is no more but was not permitted to die. Its memory still lingers in fire and now I carry it with me.
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** Provides A Rising Heat
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* Last night, I walked in the Deep Woods where powers unwelcome in the Mansus dwell, but I could not reach my destination. The shadows grew darker around me and a memory of terror awoke in my mind. The Hour called Spilling-of-Fresh-Blood is long-gone, but a primal fear remains where it walked. I fled through the Woods on all fours like a hunted beast, and the sensation of being hounded and pursued remained with me even in the light of the morning sun.
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** Provides Dread
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=== Locations ===
 
=== Locations ===

Revision as of 17:51, 7 July 2018

The Wood is a Fansus location.

Appearance

FNORD

Interactions

  • Last night, I dreamt of the Woods surrounding the Mansus. I walked beneath one of the many nests of the Masterpiece and I skirted the edges of where the Engine carries out its great work, and it was between these two that I discovered an echo. A lost god, once called the Anvil, which is no more but was not permitted to die. Its memory still lingers in fire and now I carry it with me.
    • Provides A Rising Heat
  • Last night, I walked in the Deep Woods where powers unwelcome in the Mansus dwell, but I could not reach my destination. The shadows grew darker around me and a memory of terror awoke in my mind. The Hour called Spilling-of-Fresh-Blood is long-gone, but a primal fear remains where it walked. I fled through the Woods on all fours like a hunted beast, and the sensation of being hounded and pursued remained with me even in the light of the morning sun.
    • Provides Dread


Locations

Hours