Agga the Druidess of the New Moon

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Chapter 4

Feeling a renewed fire in her after a visit to the Forge and in the
dark presence of Muuloc, Agga gathered ash from the floor of the smoke-
filled tunnel in the Ashes of Nowhere. She scooped several handfuls of it
into her sack and set off towards her first destination. In the dark
forest of the Prosimy, beneath the Tree of Ages, home of the Outlanders,
Agga found a spot to meditate. She sat upon the ground and drank in
her surroundings. As quiet fell upon her spirit, she sensed the Dark
Ancients filling the place. The howl of a wild wolf pierced the darkness,
the hoot of an owl passed lightly through the cool night, and something
began to rise in Agga. She sat for several hours, stilling herself but
always building towards something primal and dark within her. Taking her
serrated bone knife covered in dried blood, she placed the blade against
her left arm and sliced downward drawing blood. Wordlessly, she took
half a handful of ash and mixed it with the wound, letting it mingle.
Bloody ash dripped upon the forest floor, seeming to sizzle as it landed.
In earnest, she prayed to Muuloc and the Dark Ancients to renew her spirit
as she sought to commune with nature.

A small breeze blew through the dark forest, swirling up a few leaves.
Agga felt something stir within her. She dug up a small handful of dirt
and rubbed it into her wound. The blood and ash soaked into the ground
and the soil stinging in her wound bound her with the wilds of this
place. "My blood and the dark wolf of my spirit pledge to guard this
place as I become one with you again," she muttered under her breath.
"Let my prayers aid the trees protect themselves from defilers, the wolves
harangue weak prey, the ground swallow Imperial rule, and the black-leaved
canopy blot out the shining light of the so-called justice of Tribunals."
With the first task of restoring her dark spirit to nature complete,
Agga gathered herself and headed towards the next place of her journey.

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Chapter 5

Having lived on her own for a time, Agga showed great aptitude for survival
and the hunting of prey. Relying on Muuloc for her prayers, she charged
those who sought her healing a piece of themselves for a portion of the
Dread Lord's power. In a sense, she grew complacent and foolhardy, even
taking for granted the power bestowed upon her. This may have been her
very fall from grace...

When she passed the blessing of power the Sculptor had given her, she
took her leisure time in eventually seeking his temple. With flippant
respect and care, she angered him. Having become so far removed from
the balanced path of the druid, the Dread Sculptor cut off his sycophant
from the power given through prayer. Thus, Agga was thrust out into
the world completely and utterly alone the first time since her mother
placed her in that dark room. Yet, now she was free to run as the beasts.

Agga recognized this as a time to find herself as a priest, a wild creature
of the Outlanders, a cruel sycophant of the Dread Sculptor of Death,
and a child of nature. There was a spirit dwelling inside begging to
truly be set free. Like the dark wolves surrounding the base of the Tree
which the Primeval Spirit called home, her spirit howled into the night.
She would embrace this darkness. To make her amends with nature, she
would feed this spirit, ripping the flesh away from the bones of the
enemies of the wilds. Yes, this dark wolf inside her would consume her
from the inside out and she would become much like it. She also realized
that the wolf would need the powers of death to grow and become even
more fearsome. She would still need Muuloc and his prayers, so it was
time to show him that she could be useful.

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Chapter 6

to chuckle to herself and in that blink of an eye, she was upon her. The girl
had had enough and ripped at her mother with her gnarled, pointy claw-like
fingers. The drow tried to mutter an incantation, but Aggatha bit onto her
mouth, sealing the words within. As the woman tried to screamed, the girl
took the bottom part of her jaw and ripped it off with strength she didn't
know she had. Amidst gurgling, spewing blood, Aggatha took the bone of the
jaw and jabbed it into the skull of her mother with such force that it
instantly killed her. She took her time then, licking the blood from her
fingers and preparing to feast on the flesh she had grown accustomed to
eating. Her mind had slipped beyond the point of complete sanity and teetered
on the edge of utter madness. When she had her fill of her dead mother, she
escaped from the manor. Drenched in blood and hearing the screams of the
mistress, none of the servants tried to stop her.

The next chapter of Agga's life began to unfold...

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Chapter 7

Aggatha loathed her stepmother from the beginning. Why did her father need to
remarry anyway? It had been just him and her for her whole life and she felt
they didn't need anyone else's help. Her father was a rather wealthy merchant
in Galadon, more than able to take care of all of their needs several times
over. Everything seemed perfect and comfortable, and then SHE came along.

That heinous bitch. Sure, she was pretty... alright, stunningly beautiful as
well as elegant and refined. Aggatha's father lusted after the pale woman,
smitten so completely as to seemingly be under her complete control. It
didn't take long before her father gave everything he had to the woman,
leaving her with great resources and wealth and Aggatha and her father at the
mercy of her new stepmother. At first, it almost seemed like it would be
alright. Her stepmother hired an all-new staff to take over the cleaning in
the merchant's manor. Several additional rooms were added as well. The bulk
of the wealth was put back into mercantile trades to grow and become greater.
She allowed the comforts previously afforded the father and daughter to
continue. For the moment, they seemed to be on the peripheral of her
attention.

Then, one morning, Aggatha awoke to find her father missing. She wandered
about the manor, inquiring as to his whereabouts. The wait staff seemed
unusually cold and noncommittal in their answers. Her stepmother paid her no
mind. He hadn't seemed to pack, and since the arrival of her stepmother, he
had done little away from the side of his new bride. Needled, Aggatha
continued her search all over the manor. When she came to the door of one of
the new additions to the house, she hesitantly opened it. A moment of intense
dread came over her as she peered into the darkness, though she didn't know
why. The next thing she knew, she was roughly shoved from behind into the
darkness and the door slammed shut behind her. Her heart racing, she first
screamed and then threw herself upon the door, desperately hoping it was some
cruel trick.

But it was no trick. On the other side of the door, Aggatha's stepmother
whispered an incantation and her skin changed from that of a pale human woman
to that of a dark, deadly drow woman. Her wicked, alluring smile stretch
nearly from ear to ear. She whispered another incantation and her voice
carried through the door, piercing the young girl's screams and made its way
into Aggatha's ears. "I suppose you wish to know what is happening," the
voice said. "Since you are powerless against me and the knowledge may drive
you to insanity, I will tell you. As you know, my dear daughter, you are the
ill-conceived progeny of your father and some drow bitch. Well, my sweet
child, I am your mother. Years ago, I seduced your father and took him as my
lover. Humans are so easily twisted and corrupted and he was my first.
Unfortunately, in our violent love-making, I did not foresee the possibility
of having a child. I was not the sorceress then that I am now. Now, there are
enchantments to allow me to avoid childbirth. Then..." the voice
half-snickered, half-sneered. "You came along. I gathered from your father
before he perished - yes, dearest, he is dead - that he told you he was
ensorcelled and then abandoned. He tracked me dow

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Chapter 1

Agga seethed with inward rage but tried to exude a calm exterior. She
was neglected by her god and told to seek another. True, she knew the
reason, but frustration nearly overcame her. There was no doubt that
she was tied to nature in a very primal, inseparable way, but desire
to hunt, to kill, to feast upon her enemies was growing stronger and
stronger. She teetered on the edge of complete madness as hunger and
thirst threatened to overtake all her senses.

"Calm..." Agga had to tell herself. If she could just wait, patient
as she could, then the blessings of Nature would be hers again. Her
pulse was in her ears constantly. Though she was ousted from the
Outlanders, the Dark Ancients beckoned her. Death, glorious death.
They wanted blood. They wanted the crimes against nature to cease and
to return to the primal state of nature where only the strongest survived.
Closing her eyes and concentrating as well as she could, Agga headed
towards the dwelling place of the Crone. Perhaps she would be fortunate
this day, or perhaps the madness would finally overtake her.

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Chapter 2

Agga was greatly heartened when, taught how to by the druid guildmaster,
she was able to call upon the beasts of the wild to aid her in her hunts.
It meant that she was not so removed from the wilds as to be beyond
calling upon it for aid. On the contrary, she felt her spirit the strongest
had been in a long while. She felt that she had found her place among
the inhabitants of nature as a dark creature, ready to hunt and rend
and bring death to the enemies of the forest. As she walked, she felt
the pulse of the wild things about her. The grass' urge to burst upwards
and into sunlight, the wolf's urge to feed and protect its young, the
bird's urge to nest and fly... It all existed around her and she WAS
it. The bearded forest giant who clenched his fists prepared to fight
for the forest he loved, yet yearned for peace, her nature was unlike
that, yet she felt an essence of herself become like that. In her own
hasty wisdom, Agga thought she was ready to face Muuloc again and stand
the judgment of his furnace, but what would he see in her?...

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Chapter 3

Agga entered the Spiderhaunt woods disconcerted. The Outlanders were
missing their fetish, and if she had had the blessing of Muuloc, it
would be returned in moments. Her blood boiled at the indignity of it
all. But, as Muuloc explained in his grunty, bellowing voice, this path
was the harder one and one that she alone had chosen. True, it was he
that had seen the dark spirit within her that was yearning to be set
free, thus retracting his blessing in order that the young half-drow
would find her way with nature again, but that was a moot point.

She calmed herself and her thoughts as the light grew steadily fainter,
blocked out by the canopy above. It seemed odd that the places where
Agga sought to dwell were the same that had so many strong ties with
the Outlanders. Yet, the Dark Ancients were nature embodied, and if
there was any stronger tie to the wilds, she would be hard-pressed to
find it. The Totem of Venom pulsed in greeting of a kindred spirit
approaching. The young forest witch gathered her robes and sat in front
of the ancient monolith. Removing her knife, she sliced into her arm,
drawing blood that spilled onto the ground. Next, she took a handful
of ash and mixed it with the blood in her wound. Her arm has become
quite scarred and scabby lately, but the pain of mortality didn't matter
so much to her. While Muuloc didn't have need of servants, she felt this
symbolism marked her as one of his children. As the blood pooled onto
the web-covered ground, Agga drew into herself, sensing the presence
of nature around her. She felt the spiders nearby on their webs, skittering
about and felt their primal need to feed. She felt the presence of
the ettercaps in their home, darkness filling their spirits. She felt
the fear of a squirrel engorged in web, struggling futilely in trying
free itself. She felt the presence of the trees, covered in thick silk
strands, but whose wisdom and timeless age were all-knowing and omniscient.

As Agga came back to her own mind, she noticed she was covered in
dozens of small spiders already trying to cover her in web. She smiled
to herself as the searing pain of a bite every now and then and the
poison it released into her veins made her think fondly of her Dread
Lord. Standing, she didn't bother removing the spiders from herself.
The young forest witch merely walked out of the forest, feeling that
she was one step closer to her goal.