Turn 19
Across Pavilion, rainbows are seen in clear skies. Bright-colored hues in irregular, spiked bands stretch from the horizon, sometimes lasting for minutes or hours.
>>6179966>DomoA great migration of Domo is underway, new threats pushing people out of the east and new opportunities luring them west, north and south. The lands around the Krawl incursion are nearly depopulated as a result, refugees and exiles into vast caravans that stretch out from Hursatoir. Those who can neither see the beauty of the Forsaken nor the appeal of spreading Domo teachings to the new land have a third option, giving their lives to further empower the Great Druid. The old crone sups greedily on followers and victims, growing in fell power with the waxing moon. Her heaving belly distends with flesh, her jaw enlarges till it can swallow a man in a bite, her feet grow tendrils and roots to absorb the blood spilt at her feet, her skin hardens and crazes with barklike cracks until it can be pierced by neither sword nor arrow. Hail the Great Druid! Crone Mother! Blood Tree!
Despite its name, the School of Basic Spiritual Competence is far from “basic”. Conscious of the risky path their nation has chosen, the scholars that head south take with them copies of the whole of Domo knowledge and practices. The majority of these are not disclosed to their Turban hosts, brought into the school under the cover of luggage or midden carts.
