All is not lost

Nursing his third cup of wine, Tamazzalt sat in his quarters planning is next moves.

They had been so close to prevent the return of the Seer and break the First Seal. So close to achieve the duty of a lifetime. The first step in bringing Her back, whose name, they only spoke in the presence of brothers.

The Twins were playing a dangerous game. Calling an Helian to the Holy City as a potential vessel for the Seer. The Trial had begun and could go one for days, there was no way of knowing how long it could last. Old records spoke of a time that it took from New Moon to New Moon.

He hoped the young girl Madaya was selected, but scoffed out loud, at the thought that the Twins would present him with one as malleable as her into his hands.

He had one last card to play if things didn't turn out as planned. Oshar Kahreth and the ritual of the stone. There was still a chance to break the First Seal. And the Second would come with a river of blood in Ostiarium.

Regardless of the outcome of the Trial the Horde was starting to stir. Here and there some that held to the old ways and the prophecy of The Wandering were coming together to exterminate the Helians.