And for the cowards it was decreed, to serve unflinchingly for their God.
Always wary of the minions of the Lying Ones, for they revel in aberrant actions, and seek only to undo your works and subvert your thoughts. - Excerpt from the Samahhi
And Sama decreed a fitting punishment for the liars and the braggarts, to walk the earth for all eternity without their ears or their mouth.
You have been born into a rebellious world. The whole of history is treason; your blood was spilt before you were even born; the various creeds are but an infidelity to the Truth; and Man’s laws are but treason to his Maker. -Passage from the Samahhi
It is the Year of Furtive Shadows, and everyone can smell the changes in the wind. Everyone, from the lowest scully boy up to the regents, knew, deep down, that something must happen soon.
An insignficant little species, the candlebug (or waxmoth) is a persistent bane for mages and merchants alike. Each the size of a small digit, these little scarabs thrive on wax and burrow up inside candles, ruining them. Sometimes a late-night worker will hear a crack and a sizzle as his candle expires, only to find the half-burned remains of a waxmoth squirming around on his desk. This is very annoying in worlds where candles are expensive...