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Chapter 37

Mae, with those willing, completed the ritual. The signs continue to be seen,
she cares not for the knowledge of what they mean, all she cares is that her
Lord, has been strengthened. She hopes dreams shall be reality and in turn
nightmares. This is an intensifying of life, a return to a more savage time,
in her mind.

Two of the ritual faded away, via violence and old-age. How many of whom she
considered close, no entertaining enough to pique her interest have passed,
little matter they at least were worth the thought of mourning. But they will
not find respite in oblivion, for her Lord, is gatekeeper to that place.


For the Outlanders, she feels blessed, for Loss is something that is
inherently present within the Tree. Some gain strength from it and others
fail. Failure is not to be shunned in service to Thar-Eris, she expects those
who pledge to be malleable clay, that shall mold itself, free to decided how
to fight for Thar-Eris within the tenets as guide posts on their path.

With all this, she is now his High Priestess, doing what must be done, driven
by pure impulse and freedom. This is her path, for Her Lord and Thar-Eris,
unconventional with an uncertain end for the chosen of Rahsael, as it should
be.