An Angel Has Fallen

The people of Blip are, if anything can be said about people at the end of the world, superstitious. They cling to their beliefs, daedal and shapeless like sea foam, to the exclusion of all else. Like sea foam, these beliefs are often washed away. When the gnoll cult arrived in Blip thirteen years ago, they found a ground unbroken for their dogma. The masses soon wore their hair as gnolls, loose…