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[GUILD LEADERS] | [GUILD LEADERS] | ||
Arbiter of Blood: | Arbiter of Blood: Etienne | ||
Secretaries: | Secretaries: Arutha, Caelbrook, and Caelya | ||
Council Affiliation: Khandava | Council Affiliation: Khandava | ||
"This is your first blood sown into the roots. We all start on the same path - with the same kill - | |||
but now your purpose diverges." | |||
For when a cultist swears their oaths, they sow but a drop of their blood into the roots of a | |||
sapling, binding themselves to the Black Grove. As the years pass and the roots churn, a tree rises | |||
from the earth. It becomes old-growth, ancient; a symbol unto the Khandava: our sword and shield. | |||
But when their time comes to pass and the glory of their youth has long faded, the Dryad splits the | |||
bark to devour the heartwood, and burns its dead flesh to ash. | |||
their | |||
A successor rises. They plant a seed in the ash of a dead era and water it in new blood. Another | |||
tree shall grow in its stead. Life begins anew. | |||
All of Khandava feels the pull of the Leechwood tree. It is the pulsing of roots beneath the soil, | |||
and the stale wind whispering amidst infested trees. It is the spore, the sap, and the heartwood of | |||
the Council. When a Khandavan child is born, they are blessed by the blight's offerings. When a | |||
Khandavan falls, we seed them into the roots to begin anew. Death is nothing but a force that begets | |||
life. And when that cycle is broken, it is a power that rests within our hands. Blood follows blood. | |||
Within the gloaming bowers of the Black Grove, we pay homage to the Leechwood, whose boughs we sow | |||
our blood. Seeded anew each time an oath is taken, a cultist's tree is razed to ashes when their | |||
time has passed. This is what binds the Grove to the Council. This is what binds us, one to another. | |||
That is what the heartwood whispers to the Tzolkin beneath the low autumn moon, amidst the dead and | |||
dying leaves. This is the sound of the roots, churning beneath the blackened soil. "You are us," | |||
they seethe, burrowing down into the Pit. | |||
We are the Tzolkin. The Tzolkin are Khandava. | |||
==See Also== | ==See Also== |
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