trowizilla
Senior Member
It is rare than the newly-Exalted find themselves with a time of peace in which to enjoy their new powers, and this is no exception. Although the Mask of Winters has failed in his most recent invasion, trouble is still brewing. Lookshy and the Realm have sent forth all the Dragonblooded soldier they can and more to clean up the remnants of the Deathlord's army, leaving large swaths of territory without their usual guardians. Celestial Exalts, too, have suffered, having been drawn to defend Creation with their might and, sometimes, their lives.
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The town of Silk Passage was lucky. Built along the Grey River and specializing in turning the thread produced by the dozens of tiny artisan villages upstream into bolts of shimmering cloth, it was out of the Juggernaut's path. "Luck," in this case, meant that Silk Passage only suffered the assault of the hungry dead and a pair of Deathknights; more than half the town lies in ruins, but many of the townspeople were spared by the arrival of the Sun- and Moon-chosen.
The townspeople are grateful but distracted, attempting to rebuild and salvage their industry before the silkworm towns look to other buyers. They have, however, offered up the least damaged buildings to the Exalts, although they clearly would prefer not to have their new status as a "Haven for Anathema" trumpeted to the four winds. The local Immaculate priests were killed by Scarlet-Tongued Blasphemer, one of the Abyssals, and it will take several months before a new priest arrives.
In the meantime, several of the more profit-minded townsfolk have started to organize a festival to pull in visitors from the villages (and their coin), and there's always the rumors about monsters in the forest...
