Maribeh 7th, IY 7788. A time where the great Caliph is honoured.
I drank deeply last eve and in my dreams I was visited by Her again. She wept in the woods of strangled throats, knelt in supplication with the gilded blade in her hands and the dahkwar before her. The eyes of the Enemy surround her, the cycle is doomed and the world is dead. The woods are hungry as they are dark.
Drowned out, drowned out, DROWNED.
My maiden, my fair sister, my destined seer? I do not know you, but I know you. You do not know me, but you know me. I shall look for answers in the mists and the haze of my cups. There I will find you again, and none can deny my destiny. Not even me.
I drank deeply last eve and in my dreams I was visited by Her again. She wept in the woods of strangled throats, knelt in supplication with the gilded blade in her hands and the dahkwar before her. The eyes of the Enemy surround her, the cycle is doomed and the world is dead. The woods are hungry as they are dark.
Drowned out, drowned out, DROWNED.
My maiden, my fair sister, my destined seer? I do not know you, but I know you. You do not know me, but you know me. I shall look for answers in the mists and the haze of my cups. There I will find you again, and none can deny my destiny. Not even me.
The presentiment of grass blades on my skin. Turned to thorns drinking deep.
Of This Drink I drink of Thee.
Of This Blood, a Groaning.
Of This Drink I drink of Thee.
Of This Blood, a Groaning.