At Anti peak a riot of noise fills the halls of the Gatehouse. Inside their cells in the wings still held by The Cabal against the possessed invaders the barmies shriek and rattle at their cages howling spitting and screaming. As the noise reaches a crescendo the sounds bouncing off the walls it falls silent. All of them sit still and motionless in complete and utter silence.
Far away in the mad Bleaker Wing. In a simple iron cell there lies a half orc. He lies in a catatonic state the noise does not disturb him, nothing disturbs him. Then he sits bolt upright sitting in silence for half a minute before one of the wings watchman notices and opens the door. The man says nothing the half orc looks at him.
"Assemble the Factor's I would know what has happened in my Gatehouse."
Madness Awakens
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*Hydra
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Soon after the victory a young women arrived with the rest of the bleakers and barmies. Wielding a katana made out of pandemonic silver she waved it making it produce horrible screams akin to pandemonium creating a terrible cacophony that mixed up with her cries of joy and her mad laughter. Claiming she was the bleaker Factol, her majesty sat in the garden and started to pick up a few flowers then she went in the kitchen to cook some grub.
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*Selebius
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The grub soup tastes as is expected but still she is asked to share it by a few fellow Bleakers and one even takes a cup over to the wing where the orphans are housed. Not even Addle-Pated's snickering and crazy good mood sours the grubs today, the day almost perfect!
Then he approaches her after the meal is finished. A human man in bleaker's robes, the sign of a Cabal's Factor around his neck. Supplethought! And he does not like this name, did not like it did... the stories are old, the stories do not matter anymore.
But hers is still fresh, hers is still evolving! And so he speaks:
"You went a long way, navigated this maze of futile claims we call life. Others will need your guidance as they shall one day be where you are now.
Your madness is wasted on a namer. So from this day a Factotum are you called!"
And with this he collects her old badge and gives her the new one- then wandering off, taking to patients and fellow bleakers alike, soon lost in the maze of the Gatehouse.
Then he approaches her after the meal is finished. A human man in bleaker's robes, the sign of a Cabal's Factor around his neck. Supplethought! And he does not like this name, did not like it did... the stories are old, the stories do not matter anymore.
But hers is still fresh, hers is still evolving! And so he speaks:
"You went a long way, navigated this maze of futile claims we call life. Others will need your guidance as they shall one day be where you are now.
Your madness is wasted on a namer. So from this day a Factotum are you called!"
And with this he collects her old badge and gives her the new one- then wandering off, taking to patients and fellow bleakers alike, soon lost in the maze of the Gatehouse.
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*Hydra
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Kazuko accepted the badge and nodded. Of course she didn't wanted this, but it happened, that made life a bit depressing for a while. She was beign rewarded for acting against the law, for fighting an enemy she didn't vanquished and fleeing. That didn't made any sense, and of course it shouldn't, whatever. Go away sanity, come back tomorrow or next week, Ash is going to the marketplace to spread the message.