Role

Chapter 3

Zxctikazxcti (pronounced Ziksty-ka-Ziksty) has become a force to behold,
flaying her enemies with a bathing light of sanctimonious sight. An oracle
she has become, perceiving even that which lies within the shadows of the
fates. At least that is, the fates of others. Her own fate is a blindspot to her,
although it seems to dim with time.

She gives thanks to Rarywey who many moons ago, looked to the celestial
bodies and gave her a sign, a prophecy, that her life would be a ripple that
had the strength to topple injustice. Since that day, Rarywey has shone over
the heavens and bestowed upon Zxctikazxcti the divine power she now wields.

Under the waxing moon, she seeks out the Fortress of the Holy Brigade.
This was the last thing the Devout Mothers said to her before they sent her
away for training. After boon of moons spyglass, wed thee water to fire.
With the swoop of the skyflash, wed thee spirit to white ash.

And so, Zxctikazxcti hunts.