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The Souls' Lament
Horror & Supernatural
A new evil is being unleashed into the world... or more precisely a very old one. Can the Mages stop it in time, or will the local Hunter group stand in their way?
The souls wail in their jars. The average human can’t hear them of course, but to those skilled in the ways of Death they make sweet music. The Piper walks among the racks, turning each of the bottles carefully a quarter of a turn clockwise. The Piper would appear to the casual observer as an ordinary wine enthusiast, if there were any casual observers present. Last night’s acquisitions sing a song of confusion. It sounds like some of them believe they are still under the effects of the evening’s indulgences. How quaint! As The Piper moves to the older sections the song changes to a lament. Mournful tones fill The Piper’s head with visions of hopelessness and loss. It’s easy to understand why demons prize them so. The Piper idly caresses an old waxy seal while wondering if the pleasure will become that much greater after the change.