Throughout the lands of Ossyan, Thosea, and Dal-Rhiatah, stories and myths of the Nephisiati echo down the generations. No one has clapped eyes on them and lived to tell the tale, save for a select few who lost their minds and were institutionalised as a result.
In some legends, they look like hideous monsters with mis-proportional bodies and wings, eyes, and other appendages in vast quantities and arranged in a way that breaks the laws of Natural Philosophy. Others have described them as “the movement of light upon the water” and vague phrases to that effect. They have been described as being like immovable stones which are still somehow travelling at light-speed. Others have said their eyes are black holes, and that they are giants. After seeing them, most survivors stop believing in real life and willingly commit themselves to a mental asylum in order to cope with reality’s sudden strangeness.
Yet more tales describe this elusive race as abducting and man-eating, as in the story of a village outside Presthol whose inhabitants disappeared entirely in the year 360. Being quite close to the North of Thosea, the Nephisiati were blamed for the supposed deaths of all two hundred and thirty-nine souls in that area.
But are they in fact as dangerous, bloodthirsty, and terrifying as the legends say they are?
In “A Dark Heritage…” we discover the answer to that question. We learn what this race of beings truly looks like, the odd timbre of their voices, and we discover what links they have with Logan Bartholom, his ancestors, and the Witch of Mount Wanslo.
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