I THANK THEE, O'VEHEMENT FATHER

[Tav 4336]

 

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♫ | VENUS FLY 

 

He stood before a dove long gone—an ivory statue morphed in her image, its expression placid, and form poised. She’d been their Voice once, a guiding figure for the Mali’ame, yet swiftly did she place such voice against him, and his kin. No fond memories lingered in the depths of that Priests' mind, either long gone like herself, or barely existing in the first place.

 

Wisps of pale gold thrummed in a fog, coiling around him—much like the forcibly emerged roots ‘mongst that statue. It spared no mercy, ripping through the rock, making a mess of what once was. Shattered ivory and water spilled onto the dirt path; her head laid in fracture, her memory to ruin. 

 

With her image gone, only then did he smile.

 

CROCODILE BITES NEVER HEAL

 

 

 

[!]  ‘cross the lands of Nevaehlen, this particular missive practically dressed every notice board. 

 

To those faithful and blessed, 

 

In recent events, I’ve felt a shift ‘pon my soul—roots emerged with a single sway of my palm, and my gifts are no longer useless in the heat of battle. Something new happens in our afterlife; be it an argument ‘twixt the Aspects, or just mere pity from too many battles lost.  

 

Though I am only correct in assuming that the graceful Mother, she no longer holds a full grasp to the mantle, and instead passes it over to our Vehement Father. It is he who fights, and he who hunts; a will made fit only for the warrior, and with this will comes our newfound blessing. And at the very least, he deserves a thanks from the people—the ones he’s helped so admirably. 

 

I will hold such an event in the Faith Pit, these coming elven weeks. Bring trinkets and gifts only suitable for our Lord: bones and fur of animals you've hunted, or blood.

 

Father Guide,

The Bog Druid

 

[Saturday, April 5th at 6pm EST  - Nevaehlen, Faith Pit]

 

 

Edited March 31, 2025 by Tav