[Possibilitas]

1st of Tarsakh 1360 DR

It's just past midnight as I write this. I find myself gazing out of the Chapel's windows at the apex of Thrune's tower toward Selûne and her tears, wishing that as the Lunatics such a view would grant me a modicum of solace. It's a beautiful clear night. Yet, the sensation I experience is more a cold hollowness.

Mother wrote me, she and the rest of the family have disowned me in response to political pressure. My prayers to the Great Dread God were answered, and it appears many are allied against us. Moander did not abandon me, though I have lost no less utility to the Lord-Lady than to my family. True colors have been shown, and though I feel adrift in a night squall, the truth is evident for any with eyes to see.

I have neither mother, nor sister, nor brother; my father is a memory. I have but one flesh, and one blood--which are of the Darkbringer. My siblings, are those of the Faith. My reason, whatsoever the Rotting God wills.

Thank you Mother, thank you family--for your weakness--for showing me the Truth . . .