Harlequins en Morrow

"'Is milis dá ól é ach is searbh dá íoc é.'""(It is sweet to drink but bitter to pay for)"Cadogan saying regarding the Harlequin’s kiss.

Harlequins, also known as Mummers or Carniveers, are the darkest and most deadly agents of Morrow, traveling the lonely boughs of Cadogan Wick in their caravans, seemingly at random, dispensing their own twisted mockery of justice on those deemed deserving.

Armed with scythe, sorcery or simple knives and playing cards, many a corrupt or heretical figure has met their end with a sickening giggle ringing in their ears. They possess inhuman reflexes and walk almost uncannily, as though their bodies had been produced out of synchronicity with the plane in which they travel. Functionally ageless constructs, their faces are permanently fixed in a wild grin or enigmatic stare, believed by many to be framing the grotesque gallery their victims arterial spray and viscera could produce for a fleeting, precious moment.

Several distinct varieties are believed to exist in their packs, which always number fifty four, including the maniacal Jesters, otherworldly Zodiacs, bloodthirsty Rippers, electric Rooks and the colorfully eccentric Harlequins.

In dire times for the Lady's chosen people, when the wretched pale light of Great Gaelach's Moon shines across the chantry, far from civilization, the harlequins converge in the woods, erecting great fires and tents to display their deadly dances and morbidly ironic plays. They work themselves into a maddening frenzy, their movements quickening with every round of verse, weapons twirling beyond perception. Once sufficient fervor has been achieved, their Dark Carnival leaves the clearing, cartwheeling and gallivanting to bring exquisite, artistic butchery to trespasser and beast alike.