The Order of Eclipse
Wicked crescent sickles beat on full moon shields. Hordes of black leather clad figures hurl themselves into combat. Jagged, brutal instruments rising and falling in bloody arcs. Round porcelain masks splattered with blood whirl through the brawl.
The dock hands dispatch barge after barge. With a quick hand signal the torches are snuffed and a carving is made. A barge is cast off aside down river unattended and unnoticed. The torches are lit and the docks are back to business as usual. Two eyes meet and a slight nod is the only evidence.
Deep in drug dens perfumed bodies writhe together. Like a bedding of oversized maggots pulsing. The air thick with laced herb and potent fungi spores. Laid back masked eclipse lords lurk on lounges. Peasants prostrate themselves begging for boons from the masters.
A lone figure skulks through the night. Melding into the mist, skulking from shadow to shadow. Reaching the building it begins to climb scuttling up the side like an oversized spider. Reaching the window it silently snaps open the log and seems to ooze inside. The full moon mask catching a slight amount of torchlight.
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