[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=CAB9DB]Prudence Knight[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://media.tenor.com/CEYVE8_6fgkAAAAd/drinking-tati-gabrielle.gif[/img][hr][b][color=CAB9DB]Location:[/color][/b] Salem, Massacheussetts -> Limbo
[b][color=CAB9DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=CAB9DB]Spells:[/color][/b] N/A
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All Hallow's Eve. A curious time. Banned by the Puritans due to its Catholic nature but shunned by those religious for its devilish incarnations. Almost like those who celebrate it lose their inhibitions and take in the darkness that is in every human being. Sure, some would claim they hide nothing, but they know the truth. It could be your husband claims to be out working when he is sleeping with the woman next door. Or your child says they don't know where the family dog went despite them knowing it is buried in your field feeding your crops.

Today is also Prudence's birthday.

It is a staunch reminder of who she was and where she has been. Prudence sits alone in her home, one built by her own hands. A carved-out paradise amongst the forest. Those in the nearby village have whispers amongst them of the shrew who lives in the woods, kidnapping children for her own savage pleasure. How she dances in the moonlight with nothing but the skin God bestowed upon her. And what beautiful skin it was.

The very skin that took her mother and father from her.

The very same skin that Prudence carves into to allow the flow of lifeblood into the pot in front of her. It is that time she sacrifices something of herself to continue her powers. Powers she asked for and has relished ever since. No one had ever explained to her how power felt. After all, she was a woman of color in Salem. If she had any power, it was minimal at best. Now, she had unlimited potential. She is feared, lauded, praised, scolded. All accumulating into a mixture that fueled her.

As the sigil went on, Prudence felt a tug. It wasn't physical, per se. Mental. Emotional. Whatever it was, it was evocative. She opened her eyes and saw a dark figure run at her. Before she could fight back, it wrapped itself around her. A moment passed before she realized it was a cloak. One she had not seen before. It certainly wasn't hers. Yet, despite this, it felt comfortable. Like it was handcrafted for her. Another thing whipped itself to her; this time a necklace. It's beauty was caught in the firelight.

Prudence stood up, glancing around. [color=CAB9DB]"My Lord, tis your doing? Perchance you can make yourself seen so I may thank you for precious gifts?"[/color] There was naught but silence.

Until a yellow portal opened and Prudence felt herself falling backward, quickly enveloped until there was nothing else.

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She landed with a thud. Prudence took a moment, laying there, to gaze at her surroundings. It was a land unlike any she had seen. It welt alive. She could use all of her senses here and would come up with the same thing. Pain. Pleasure. Each equal yet alone.

She stood up and brushed herself off. The cloak that moved to her seemed to be able to move her when attached. [color=CAB9DB]"Tis uncertain, yet I feel...called here? What does my Lord wish of me?"[/color] she called to no one. Instead, the silence resounded back, stronger.

Prudence looked around one last time before stepping forward. There had to be someone here who could explain why she was here.