AND THIS IS NOT THE END ☆ hoh founding

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the halls had still been taken care of with the few faithful that remained. there weren't many left after the departure of their harbinger, fleeing from the thought of being left unled or misplaced. for those that stayed, placing their faith in their pantheon to protect them after the devastation.

and they had. clearly, as cottontail still stood tall in their cloaks and legs wraps. the sigil of sachin's pendant worn proudly around their neck. the fisher stood tall as they scented strangers first, then slowly mingled in with... that's interesting. the rogue crept up onto a perch from the town hall, seeing an all too familiar figure address a crowd below. the fisher pulled down their hood, revealing their narrow, weaselly face.

"redvox?!" they called down, expression unsure but also shocked. there really wasn't many bat/goat things out there. it had to be him, right?

"redvox! redvox has returned!" the follower chanted, climbing down from their perch and dashing to the old harbinger. they came from beside him, looking out at all the new faces. "who are these people? is that where you went; to spread out? recruit?"

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