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>10/12 - 2 Survivors
>9/12 - Remain Hidden
Flint raps against metal. Fresh snow glitters under torchlight. Father and daughter push forward, puffing vapor into the freezing air.
"Here. Warm," says the knight to her daughter. "Beneath the tarp..."
Inside a tightly-wrapped quilt, a shivering boy holds his unmoving sister tight against his chest. His eyes dart, gleaming with unsuppressed fear.
"Look..." he scratches out with a frost-hoarse voice. "Behind..."
You perceive what they do not.
A hundred paces duskward. A shape solidifies and dissolves in tune with the movement of clouds over the cobalt-blue moon. A tangled figure sails over the snowfield, heralding a procession of unwound faithful as it carefully samples the earth with its nest of unwoven threads.
"Please...please..." implores the boy quietly. "Do not let it take us...." The daughter clasps the boy's snow-pale hand with her own, but his eyes fail to meet hers as he whispers his prayer towards the clouds above.
You wish to tell him that you lord over naught but the soft noonday breeze and the flow of dew upon bladed grass. You wish to tell them that you are a god of nothing - as old and as forgotten as the ruined shrine in which you reside.
But perhaps...
>[BREEZE] - Extinguish their torch. Guide your two followers to abandon the boy and her sister. [-1 FAITH]
>[FOG] - Attempt to obscure their movement as they escape. [Difficult roll required] [-3 FAITH]
>[MEMORY] - Prepare an action with a distant memory, now remembered. [-9 FAITH]
>[NOTHING]
