Blackwater Islands CHIM

three druids — three, and now there would be a fourth, one last great surging of blood and clutching pain.

she leaned against the cold stone of her altar, eyes rolling back. once more, and it would be finished. but the end of it all did not come easily nor kindly.

she writhed and she raged. she snapped her teeth and cried out to nothing and no one. in the depths of her struggle she renounced herself, her faith, her god if only to bring an end.

and at last, with the breaking of dawn, the @Hierophant was born in stark shades of night and day.