Sun Mote Copse wait a minute i'm passing out, win or lose

they shared the same duties, strengthening the bonds of both their home and their pack. arunik'ra listened attentively, wondering if the brothers had seen the light -- and if they, like her, were in the valley.

she drew her slender frame along a broad bush, rustling the leaves from their stalks as she did so. "your brothers - are they still alive?" she queried curiously, tilting her slim head to the side.

"there are many stories, though most simply revolve around being dutiful, obeying the sacraments and not defying the god that feeds you. molech is vengeful only to those that wrong the light - we understand this, and praise it. there is one fable i heard as a child, and enjoyed - have you heard of molech's fire ram, jahangir?"