Who made this?

[emet_sulk]

Type: Text
Sender ID: emet_sulk (Emet-Selch)
To: Public
Subject: Who made this?
Warnings: Cursed horse

[ It's just a photograph taken of one of this month's bounty targets and presented with nothing more than a simple, terse message: ]



Who made this?

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[emet_sulk]

Time is the one thing I have plenty of. I would like to hear it.

[ :') ]

[musicien]

[Huh. That comes as a bit of a surprise, buuut Verso would much rather talk about where he came from instead of himself. So he'll oblige for now.]

If you say so.

[After that message there's a long pause as Verso attempts to explain how his world functioned. While it might be something he is used to, having lived on for decades, he's well aware how it might come off as a bit of a shock to others.]

The creature I was referring to is called a Nevron. It's one of many that roam about my world, littered across the Continent leading up to the Paintess. She, on the other hand, is a large being who sits by a monolith with a number painted onto it, one that ticks down every year. Each time a new number is painted, everyone of that age vanishes.

[It's grim, he's well aware. But he'll stop there for now, give it a moment to sink in.]

[emet_sulk]

I see. And is the act of painting what vanishes those above that age or is it merely a visual symbol of what's to come?

[musicien]

Once the number is painted, it happens in an instant, on the same day every year.

[emet_sulk]

An anomalous event connected to the painting of the number then.

[ If he seems to be taking this calmly, it's because...well...he has kind of seen something similar happen before. Although in a far more indiscriminate way. Whether that's more or less horrifying than what Verso describes is up to personal opinion. ]

So this Paintess counts down your time remaining, essentially. The Nevrons guard the Paintess. Naturally, since you would have made attempts to stop her.

You said it was a long story however so it surely cannot be so simple.