Desecrated Fey Village

The light dims around you, wavering. A frigid breeze kicks up, tossing leaves into the air with abandon. From the darkness, a shadow emerges; amorphous at first, it quickly takes the shape of a goat with dark, virulent light burning in the hollows of its eyes. The goat’s jaw gapes open, and from it issues dust and darkness, which runs like ink across the landscape. Flowers instantly wither and die from its touch.

The shadowy skull dissipates and its ichor spreads, the darkness so absolute that it seems to drink in the light around it. Trees topple, plants wither, and all around you, dust and ash swirl. Shadowy hands emerge from the portal, grasping rocks as they heave themselves forward to slither across the landscape like hungering beasts, eager to drown the light.

Something unholy happened here. The once idyllic streets of the town are littered with bodies, torn and ravaged with savage ferocity. Viscera paints the walls, and bloody handprints streak across barred doors and windows—you doubt anyone found refuge from the massacre here.

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Unwanted Visitors

They strike an odd and somewhat unnerving figure—a creature of both sublime beauty and alien wrongness. Their goatlike features are not unlike a satyr, but the forked tail flicking like a serpent, and upturned onyx horns, lend them a fiendish air. Their eyes glow a menacing blood-red.

Ringlets of soft hair frame a distractingly handsome face, but the ram’s horns that protrude from the man’s locks, and similar hair that coils across his bare chest and down his athletic body, trailing toward… a pair of powerful goat legs, furred in similar color.

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Harbringer of a Season's End

The surrounding hoofed shadows paw and stomp the ground proudly as a being standing over the Unicorn's body holds the horn like a warrior into the sky, pledging that this is the day that Lasting Tears is forged from the horn of the last living unicorn in the forest. In the right light, you sense the sinister presence of a tall, spindly, featureless figure just over the Fey’s shoulder—a being felt, rather than seen. The blade resembles a spiraling braid—piercing tip at its top—which broadens at the hilt.

Awakening of "Lasting Tears"

A keening, bestial howl erupts from the savage blade as its fiendish power is finally unleashed. Acid drips from the sword like drool from the maw of a ravenous predator, and you sense a primal, insatiable hunger grow within you. Thoughts invade your mind like a wild stampede: dead and broken bodies, smashed artifacts, ravaged settlements—all bearing the otherworldly hallmarks of the capricious and deceitful Unseelie Fey.