Our sanctum lost and now in flames, our members gone to ground and scattered, it has not been an easy month for the Knights of the Supernal. But we will endure.
Understandably our report to the Consillium was met with shock and tinges of outrage. In recompense we will be searching for new sanctums and hallows to pay for the ones we lost.
The promethean’s wasteland effect has reached out much further than initially thought, up to about 10 miles. Even Oblivion, with his policy of leave well alone has now agreed some action must be taken. I have left a letter for it deep inside the wasteland, explaining our intentions and our wish to help. I wait anxiously for a reply.
I think often about the night I left the sanctum, close to a month ago. I stood in shadows while before me crouched a greater darkness. A monster. The child of my magic. As much as it terrified me to gaze upon, it terrifies me more that I may have left without doing anything. For when the world is full of monsters, perhaps we must make our own.
Something else happened that day though. Through my hours of chanting, while reality distorted around me, the walls of existence fractured for a moment and something came through. As I released the spell it clutched at me and tendrils of the abyss brushed my soul. I was ultimately able to control the paradox but as I looked upon my work and the abyss retreated it felt as though something of me went with it, a better part of me. The sensation was awful but memories of it consume me, and I wonder if I felt it again, and don’t fight it, maybe I can regain what I lost.
It was not all doom and gloom though. I was accepted into a legacy and with my new powers I was able to have a lot of fun drinking with the Tinmen. And then Aries was shot.