Chapter 10.27 GMG
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Released on: Nov. 13, 2024, 5:54 a.m.
Last edited: Jan. 8, 2025, 1:03 a.m.
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Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| Mrsha | 360 |
| Dyeda | 142 |
| Erin Solstice | 114 |
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| [Tattooist] | 13 |
| [Chieftain] | 12 |
| [Strategist] | 11 |
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| [Garden of Sanctuary] | 11 |
| [Garden] | 3 |
| [Fire Support] | 3 |
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| [Ogre’s Strength] | 3 |
| [Scry] | 3 |
| [Speed] | 3 |
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| Baleros | 14 |
| High Passes | 11 |
| Garden of Sanctuary | 11 |
Mentions
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| Kasigna | It was no exaggeration. No trick of words. Kasigna had been old when even the other gods had been newly-born. She was the Goddess of Death, and she had lived through the birth and death of countless stars. |
| Kasigna | It was no exaggeration. No trick of words. Kasigna had been old when even the other gods had been newly-born. She was the Goddess of Death, and she had lived through the birth and death of countless stars. |
| Kasigna | There was blood on her hands. The Maiden raised shaking hands, and the ichor of a goddess dripped down. She tasted profane flesh in her mouth. Rot and decrepit half-flesh; the idea of flesh. |
| Kasigna | No longer. A third of Kasigna was dead. |
| [Innkeeper] | “It had to be done. We always live. I have survived wars of gods and dragged each foe down with me. Even this cannot stop me. That [Innkeeper], my realm—take it all away and I live. Do you hear me? I live!” |
| Kasigna | The Maiden listened; it was not her voice, aged and wild with rage and loss, that screamed in this void that had been her realm. |
| Kasigna | It should have been her end, but she was Kasigna. She was the old ways. So she had performed a ritual as profane and ancient as time itself. Sacrifice. Blood for blood. |
| Kasigna | The Mother was dead. |
| Kasigna | Never again would there be the Mother. Never again would she be called Three-In-One. This act had taken everything from her. |
| Kasigna | The Maiden stared at her hands. And she wondered…what the Crone was thinking. Did she see how her hubris had led her to this end? She could have consolidated her power, rebuilt Kasignel. Instead, she had crossed swords with a mere mortal and paid the ultimate price. |
| Kasignel | The Maiden stared at her hands. And she wondered…what the Crone was thinking. Did she see how her hubris had led her to this end? She could have consolidated her power, rebuilt Kasignel. Instead, she had crossed swords with a mere mortal and paid the ultimate price. |
| Kasigna | She looked around, no longer a conjoined being, and saw the Crone was still raving. The Maiden…had no idea what the Crone was thinking. |
| Kasigna | Terrifying. They were both Kasigna, but now, they were different Kasignas. The Crone had always been the most bitter and oldest of them, kind in her ways, but embodying that end of life, the perspective of the old. |
| Kasigna | Terrifying. They were both Kasigna, but now, they were different Kasignas. The Crone had always been the most bitter and oldest of them, kind in her ways, but embodying that end of life, the perspective of the old. |
| Kasigna | The Maiden had been change and passion, impetuous emotion and the understanding of what youth was. They were balanced by the Mother, who occupied the role of the provider, who knew what it was to care for lives and see them gently pass into her hands. They had been complete. |
| Kasigna | “Kasigna. I lay you to rest. Dear Mother, thou who art part of me, I pass thee to the end of places. Beyond my faded shores. Go now to the land beyond even the touch of gods. Sleep, Mother. Sleep, Kasigna. Death welcomes thee.” |
| Kasigna | “Kasigna. I lay you to rest. Dear Mother, thou who art part of me, I pass thee to the end of places. Beyond my faded shores. Go now to the land beyond even the touch of gods. Sleep, Mother. Sleep, Kasigna. Death welcomes thee.” |
| Kasigna | The Crone twisted around, her face a mask of grief and rage, of vengeance and determination written in her very soul. |
| Kasigna | If you could see her how Kasigna thought of herself, you might see a frog-like being, hunch-backed, eyes round and black, a throat-sac inflating and deflating as she spoke. That was the form she had first taken. The Maiden turned to the Crone. |
| Kasigna | If you could see her how Kasigna thought of herself, you might see a frog-like being, hunch-backed, eyes round and black, a throat-sac inflating and deflating as she spoke. That was the form she had first taken. The Maiden turned to the Crone. |
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