Faerie's Spite

[DanteriusAvius]

Sleeping

"It's entertaining isn't it Mother? Your smallest servant spreading your words so far, leading those much larger. I haven't forgotten even for a moment. The Mire is your gift to us. We must safeguard it, like a flower bed, that it may yield more and more to us. Your words spread even to the outsiders, who come to love you as I do. Your blessing, your divinity, it sustains all of us, it fills the Mire and continues to grow.

Of course, I'll remember who exiled your name. Who callously forgot their Mother. Who choose to remain Sleeping."

Outcast

"They come at your call. My words, an inelegant, fumbling tool to convey the perfection of what you are. My actions, a pale imitation of your inspiration. The proclamations, that which you yourself told us to do. Perhaps slower than you would've liked. Not as decisively. But the Mire is truly yours now. More than simply the land you blessed, it is the land that seeks to bless you in return Mother. Those who will not respect you are no longer welcome to tread upon your gift so callously.

Those who choose to be an Outcast."

Sacrifice

"I know, what you require. It's something I remind the acolytes of every day. And as your Bloodmistress, as the Lady of the Mire, I must be ready to give far more than could be reasonably expected. My blood, my life, my steadfast devotion, these are but trifles. When I began to spread your words, I tossed away my personal safety, that I could begin to bring the Mortals back to your embrace. My hatred still burns, but I can no longer heed it, as that would interfere with your work. Even now I long desperately to see your divine personage once more, to know these whispers are yours.

But I'll lose even that desire. The Acolytes deserve to have that moment. My Sacrifice."

Awakened

"We're brought to now. I've awakened not only the Acolytes, but the Mire, and still I seek to bring your words wider. Through the embrace of the Gentle Dark, or through the bloodletting we mete upon your enemies. I hope that Jaste found his way back to your embrace Mother. He was punished for his sacrilege at the end, and he was faithful for so long.

I'm leading, as you told me to. I hope to send some Acolytes out, to learn more, to expand the knowledge of the Faith. Your book, soon, we will attempt to connect it to your divinity. And after that, I hope to follow in the path it opens.

Beyond the Mire, Esshar itself will be Awakened."