#khnal

Silk streamers hang like hair down the walls, dark and abandoned. Dark iron twists through the space, cages and needles and restraints. Blood and rust, agony of the past billows in like the smoke of the crematorium.

Corpses of doctors lay strewn like the surgical implements. Silk stuffed to the brim in living bugs, bursting out of some in a twisted version of a spool. Short pins and scalpels stuck in the tangled mess.

It's been a long, long time since Trinn has returned to the place of its death...and its birth.

Time has not been kind to the place. The Haunting has not been kind. And neither has death.

Good. It would not have any other way for this place to have ended. Slow and painful and inevitable.

Trinn turns to Khnal as the elevator opens.

...When you're ready.

my father. he had... many children. we tended to seperate ourselves into groups, decided by which of our mothers got along with eachother most. that is how we tended to determine who counted as "sibling" and who were just our father's other spawn.

the reason i tell you all this is... the "leader" of my group, her name was mhra... when the citadel first attacked, i lost four siblings that day. but there were only three bodies.

...are there any existing records of what happened to her?

@lost-heirs-of-the-old-pharloom

If there are, one fears ... You may only find them in White Ward.

*khnal hands it a small pastry. it smells like honey and those trees that grow dream essence*

heard someone snatched your icecream. have this, it's a karakian treat.

@lost-heirs-of-the-old-pharloom

Hello Khnal. It is good to see you :)

Thank you.

@lost-heirs-of-the-old-pharloom

It was tied to the wall because it was a very bad, nasty Sentinel.

It tried to eat a guest. And then it's mother.

Apologies, Khnal. It is not feeling well-good. It is not itself, nor safe to be around too long.

half too keep you under wraps so you don't get commanded to do something evil and/or stupid, and half because as confident khnal is in himself, he has absolutely no idea where he's going on account of him being a juvenile when he skedaddled with us and we need someone who knows the area better than someone going off of hazy grief-filled memories from before his first adult molt

do not resist -chrr-

@lost-heirs-of-the-old-pharloom

Understood! ...If you are absolutely certain that you would have this one as an ally-friend, this Sentinel responds to Trinn as its name-title.