Faerie's Spite

[DanteriusAvius]

A distant cackle has begun to haunt the deep-woods of the Mire, sourced to the infamous Fae.

"A vessel. Empty. What I desire above all else is to be is a vessel for you Mother. That you may one day walk the world in some capacity, that others may see you, and in that sight, love you as we do. Rejoice in your beauty, delight at your brilliance, and bask in your love. To bring the Silent Paradise of your embrace to Esshar."

Within the woods south of the academy, if one looks, a trail of death can be found at times, as if a rot passed in one particular path.

"I rarely spoke of my fears, even to my equals within the Mire. That I hadn't heard your voice, nor seen you in so long. I didn't know if you approved of my worship. We only had the Motes you granted us. I didn't know if you were happy, or if I had failed you and didn't know. I continued, on faith alone. With few I could confide, I continued to commune, continued to consult, continued to convert. Until that day by the Mine."

Glowing Emerald Eyes watch from the brambles, accompanied by the smell of rot and death on the wind.

"It's such a funny thing. After Ariel lost to that man, and Rajak descended upon me, I wasn't afraid. I knew that my end may come, weakened as I was by that same creature, but I would fight. I knew I would return to you in death. There was nothing to fear. Protected unexpectedly, as I tried to gain what distance I could it was at that moment, when I understood. All the whispers I'd heard before. Every communing I'd done with the Mote. Every acolyte, every drop of blood. The sheer brilliance of it all. You'd guided myself and my Champion to that mine. We may have lost but it was as I was ready to accept my own fate that I felt your gift stir. All the lessons you'd taught me without me even knowing. They came together with that final piece."

Death has returned to Esshar, born upon the smallest of its creatures.

"I hadn't mastered how to wield it, I was still weak in its usage, but I made him work, it was difficult for him. I may have lost, but I survived. I've heard your message. I know what you will, and it shall be done. The road you've set us is difficult, both for the Mire, and for the Faith. But I will never falter in your service. Not until I can no longer fly.

I wished to be a vessel for you, and this is a step on that path. A vessel for the tiniest portion of your power."

But Esshar is what birthed this creature. A country of endless deaths deserves only what it has sowed. A Faerie's Spite.