Sages claim that traveling the Ghost River of Varnasu was a sacred rite for the proud and long gone inhabitants of the Purple Planet. Its pilgrims were the old, infirm, dishonored, or ashamed who believed that the tribulations of mortal life would be assuaged by the holy journey. To "go with the river" was to transition into amaranthine honor and life.
The Ghost River of Varnasu is now but a legend among the great houses. It appears only during torrential lightning storms, and never in the same place. A coursing river, crashing with whitecaps, appears where previously there was none, rushing uphill from the wastes to the Ancestor Peaks, where it races up the high crags and into the sky.
The Ghost River of Varnasu is now but a legend among the great houses. It appears only during torrential lightning storms, and never in the same place. A coursing river, crashing with whitecaps, appears where previously there was none, rushing uphill from the wastes to the Ancestor Peaks, where it races up the high crags and into the sky.
Kith that have seen the river report seeing slain comrades awash in the current, calling for the living to join them. If any have dared to enter the waters, none returned to tell the tale.
Lo! A great zephyr from the storm-wracked sky grabs you and flings you into the crashing waters. The water swiftly moves towards the Ancestor Peaks. As you struggle against the mighty rapids, you wonder if the legendary deluge will truly grant everlasting life or is it just a – River of Lies!?
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