Requirements:
- Journal
- Ability
- History: Edge
- Numen: Crown of Coils
- Paper Tree
Safety through Strength
What ails me did not begin in the world, but in Nowhere. When the oldest soldiers rise against it, they will subjugate its invaders, even those within me.
The First Cures
The Worms enter me like an apple, searching for the poison which has so long burnt in my core. As the Mother carved the Colonel, they carve much of me out. There is pain and there is agony; but once I am absent enough to shed my sickness, relief will echo through my emptiness like thunder in the valley. [You have shaped the Histories; set a stone in their foundation; reached a destination; finished the game. The roots of the world run ever deeper. Please accept our congratulations.]
Tarot: Chariot