From publisher blurb:
AN EPISODE FOR FOUR TO SIX WANDERERS IN THE NEW RY'LAEH CITY SETTING
Lately, at around 3AM, a chromatic mist has been rolling into the New Ry'laeh Harbor. The dock workers, local lovers-for-hire and even the thirsty clergy visiting the pub welcomed the change of scenery. Everyone figured that corporate waste finally took an aesthetic turn for the better.
One night, a body bolts from the fog to run through the streets and bang on every door at the crossroads. Homes rattle from the slams and catch echoes of deranged mirth. After a sudden silence, witnesses claim to see a figure bellowing in bliss before genuflecting to the sky.
???? Praise be
Praise be to humanity's will made flesh.
Rathual’s hands and The Brother’s prayers fuels a nascent god.
Praise be
Praise be
Praise beeeuugaaahah????
The figure freezes gurgling a single note. Yellow roots begin to writhe from their body before oozing a green gel. Their head splits evenly into tendrils refracting light. The figure is still. The only remaining movement is seen on its back as a small device writhes to the surface of its fresh green skin.