Many things live — or something akin to living – in the earth below the citadel, but few, save for the SIGHTLESS WANDERER, are as commonly mythologised as the deer.
So-called for the long equine bone plate that festoons their head and the divaricating spurs that grow along its ridges, The HORNED worms feed on the mycelium mat that quests outwards from the NECROPOLIS towards where we now stand.
Legends say that before they were released into the sands around where the citadel now sprawls, nothing could grow in the toxic ash-ridden soil. But the legends are scarcely ever true.
This is true:
Everyone knows someone who knows someone who claims to have seen a DEER in the catacombs or washed up dead against the sewer outfall gates.
Domains
Service, poisoned soil, Blind Instinct, The silence of earth above your head
Luck:
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[no numbers], Time spent working in absolute darkness