Exposition

Clause Exposition

I cordially introduce you to Elspeth Pierce!

Curseworld: Article I

Clause 1.a: Incarceration

Ladies and gentlemen: I give you Duvall Brunswick!

Curseworld Article 1

Clause 1.b: Spitting Wealth

Fragment 1.1: A Trifle's Dance

I don't like this one; begrudgingly, I give you Raider Vangaurd.

Curseword Article 1

Clause 1.c: In the Closet

^^^^^????!!?!?!?!?!?!?

I need to go calm down. 

I thought I liked Elspeth.

Clause 1.d: Immolate the Bread

"Oh, Prayer, white and bathed in empty time,
Thy perjured stills mere foundered plots to trick
The patient minds—so rarely shawled in climes
Alacritous in temperament—who skim
Their age of callow melody and lull
By lows that gently immolate a breadth. 
But thee—who writhes the ghastly eon, culls
Not e’en the blackest from thy air—doth shed
The sinew’d veil of regal sorrows draped
Across thy pauldrons forged of alloy whet 
By light of eldritch moons of ancient weight. 
That left to apperceive from heaven sent  
Is learnt by life’s ingest of common all—
And cherished by those knelt within thy halls."

Fragment 1.3

Fragment 1.2: O, Prayer

I think she’s learned her lesson. Almost.

Don’t you?

Article 1.e: Checkup!.. in the Closet

So you think think you've killed enough, Duvall? If only this were true.

Article 1.f

Article 1.f: Run, O, Run

What is this bizarre place? What is this disturbing collection of twisted misadventures? It's the Curseworld: a dark, distorted land rife with terrible bloodshood and thrilling narrative. Enter at your own risk, my dears, for there are many terrors in the ongoings of too many precocious teenagers.

The Curseworld