She Who Rambles

Copied by a trembling hand, this text tells of a girl who vanished from the fields mid-butterfly-chase,

leaving only small footprints that faded into nothing. Though every hollow, house, and even the village well

were searched, she was gone — until years later she came back, hair matted, eyes darting as if tracking

unseen movements, identifiable only by the mark on her cheek. Plants wilted wherever she stepped

into grotesque shapes; overnight the gardens rotted, trees grew tumour-like knots. Her voice became a chorus

of whispering from behind it, telling of forms straining at the world from beyond — great tentacles

coiling about it, tightening, seeking a vessel older than any kingdom, older than time.

The terrified villagers burnt her as a demonic mouthpiece, yet neither fire nor time could unmake

the dark fang left resting in the ashes.

The percentages above are estimates mined from the game data for an untouched roll. Mercy mechanics and duplicate safeguards move the real figures around as you keep playing.

• Mevasser Witchcraft Vendor 9.3%
• Henrik Merchant 9.3%

• Nano POI Attic 04 Readable 23%
• Generic Junk 0.6%