War is a strange place, more so when it's of a supernatural, eldritch fuckfest of confusion and fuckery.
After my last post, things went 0 to Eldritch the moment we woke up.
There was a lot that happened, and I'm not ready to share exactly what we went through.
There is still so much to process, injuries to adapt and accept and several deaths to mourn.
We're back. Magpie and I anyway.
The Black Dog and Duskeye... Dead. We clashed with the Knocker when we ended up at the location for that War that was mentioned where Kingfisher and that went to fight in...
Lots to tell but neither of us are ready or able to tell it right now.
But we're back. Scarred, exhausted and home.
