Role

Chapter 1

Her dreams come with the force of a great wind from a far off place.
They rouse her from the sleepy-eyed vision of mortal beings and drive
her to seek an ancient wisdom which can only be illuminated by the
divine, that which is timeless - the circle of the one sky.

Whereas other hatchlings cried for the sake of their hunger, she cried for
the sake of their hungry nature itself. She wept for the food and for
the stain which surely came from all acts of violence, even acts of survival.

Zxctikazxcti was an atavism among her peers. Since the time of her birth,
she refused to eat flesh of any kind. Before she learned to speak, she began
to prophecy, dancing ecstatically under her first full moon in the presence of
her devout mothers.

But a prophet is never accepted in their own home.

She was fifteen when they released her to the local hermetic guild and by then
had developed her own basic principles of asceticism. She was always
in prayer, uttering strange tongues under her breath.

The intellectuals tempted her with every corruption of their wicked hearts and
she quickly lost interest in what they had to offer. These people were dead
inside, living for dead and meaningless material things.

Now she wanders Thera, seeking the baptism of lifes bitter waters. Her
affinity to water makes her deathly vulnerable to lightning, for when she
is touched by lightning, she eskews the ultimate visage of the divine.
This is, of course, something which no mortal is likely to survive.