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A Theocratic Diarchy with BONESTREWN

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Within a silent hinterland, frozen pines shudder. Upon Spire high, blood is spilled within a circle of stones. The Shadow Walker waits in the shadows of the tall cairns, surrounded by the bones.



Hidden in a gnarled glen in the midst of the vast glacial plain lies Shadowsanct. A stone's throw to the thrashing seas, its grounds are marred by flora, effigy, and cairn. The pack has made its home in an abrupt rocky outcropping of forest's epicenter. Haunted caverns hollow its mountain. Upon its rocky exterior, a path twists from earth to heaven. Its apex: the Spire - of ritual and vantage.



Brittle bones cast a wide-patterned net over the territory; dense-waning from the spire outward into the caverns then grounds. Femurs, ribs, and tibia fade into the rock as though having borne it; chalk white and bleached. Skulls stare vacantly from the hollows within crags, their empty sockets endlessly gazing.



And at the far corner of the sacred space, facing the distant (open) waters, sits His throne. 



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Shadowsanct is a theocratic diarchy; ruled by dual-rule of the duel-dieties, The Lich and The Shadow Walker.  

He, the Necromancer. The birds are His eyes and ears, divine messengers of His Will.  She, who escaped the Shadow Lands, controller of all cast down by the light. 

All hail the Lich and his undead bride.  



The Divinity are the offspring of The Lich and The Shadow Walker.



The Veil are those who oversee direct interaction with the rest of the path by will of the Shadow Walker.

ᛜ scouts

ᛜ hunt leaders



The Haunt consist of the exalted huntresses.

ᛜ seekers

ᛜ finders



The Shadowlings are those who have survived their trials and serve the greater good of the pack.

ᛜ pupsitters

ᛜ apprentice alchemists

ᛜ followers



Others are unseen and not worth mentioning.