Spilt wine

Rarak Sept

Islana saw many around the tent nod their heads in agreement with her words. Many that were willing to accept her as the Twins chosen. As their spiritual leader. Who better to lead the fight against the enemy but one of their own? Surely Yther and Viher knew better. Who were they to question the will of the gods, afterall.

However she could still see the shadow of doubt among others. The suspicion that her rise to her position had been a grand plot but the Helian demon patheon. They all all heard the rumours of the dead pilgrims. The rumours that agents of the Empire had hunted and killed children to allow this usurper to take on the role.

"The first Seer was not Ozainae, it's true." The drunk man shouted back. "But she was an Arcadian. She went deaf with the revelations of the Wandering and the Twins." He kicked a platter or or two in front of him as the leader of the Sept called for his guarda to remove the man.

"ENOUGH!" He shouted. "We do not question the will of the Twins or question the words of our Seer." He said pointing at the man arguing with Sister Locust.

"Fools! You blind fools." He said looking around the tent before the guards got to him. "Where is the Herald of the Maelstrom? The man that calls on the Horde to war? Where is the stone with the souls of our seven enemies that predicts their their doom??" He shouted as he was pulled away.

"She is a devil and she will lead us to our deaths!!" He screamed as he was dragged from the tent into the night...