[Posting as Ethan]<br/><br/>The wind howled loudly and fiercely up the mountains of Tenah'Peh, the true name of the village placed in the mirror image of the plateaus of Leng. No sane mortal would dare to climb the mountain to the temple as Ethan had that night, and no mere mortal would have descended alive. But it was the first new moon since the interlopers had moved in, and it was Ethan's duty to ascend to speak with the old ones whose voices echoed through the darkness to find their intentions.<br/><br/>And so the robed figure, black silk hood and cape emblazoned with ever-shifting glyphs that no untrained eye could focus on, descended the mountain to do the will of Shub-Niggurath, The Goat of a Thousand Young. It was the girl that was wanted, no more no less, and the girl they would have. The rest... well Ethan was here to take care of the rest. A formerly-locked door now slipped open with ease as Ethan moved into the Knox's house, one of the town's huts that remained in a state of semi-disrepair, and moved like air into the elder Knoxs' bedroom. Husband and wife slept soundly while Ethan intoned words that were far outside the human vocabulary, calling by true name Adia Ceradia, the servant of the one in some tongues called Panthean, to reap the god's sacrifice.