[0.5] Vinthorian Nights: The Artery

"The blood pumps, the limbs obey" thus is the shibboleth of the Dobyrin Sideport. But the pendulum is soon to swing back, for a message of blood drying without limbs to obey dominates the Façade. Something is coming and everyone knows it. Everyone is preparing. Everyone is Scheming. In the coming shifts, a game of murders, a tale of unspeakable corruption, and a song of treacherous betrayal is certain to render the Artery and it's Veins apart. But we are not the ones to solve the numerous, uncountable crises our Underport faces. In truth, our contribution is insignificant at best. We're but a small Sideport that connects the Pancrea to the Blue Vein. The Visitants will come and go and the scissor of crises will snip the fabric of our world whether or not we're alive to witness it. What matters is our duty. The blood pumps, the limbs obey. Dobyrin is by no means an exception. The blood will pump the limbs into motion until necrosis.