Tarn’s Woven Reckoning

A cosmic event which is tied to the god of the land, Tarn, the Cosmic Weaver, although never observed in recent years and not documented the myth and fable persists. On this day the sky grows patched with colours of iridescent hues shimminign before the stars. The clouds turn thready and sparse and the moon takes a large swollen look, it reflects back a shimming colour of amber- a holy colour under the sky of Tarn, the cosmic weaver. This day is said to be so rare it skips generations at a time and would have faded into obscurity if not for the horror the myth presents. It is said that when the sky reaches its peak darkness so that night swallows the land for a whole night and a whole day, the moon peeks above the the horizon- warning of what is to come. The Humans unlucky enough are chosen by Tarn to have their sin made manifest to be purged from their body. Their muscles warp beneath skin pulled too-taught to swell and rip forming anew. Sinew twangs and it stretches, bones crackle like charred logs on the fire, their faces warp and their hunger grows. They are formed again sin plain to see in their monstrous transformations. They roam the land moon-drunk and mewling for relief confused and lost as children. They are not inherently violent unless provoked but they suffer needlessly until the moon retreats and their skin grows anew pulling itself over shrinking bones. They come to naked and confused hairless and scar free from their new skin, grown supple. The others of the land say this indicate their would has been purified.