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Once upon a time there was a Ceilican on a Journey across the UK. In the weeks before Samhain, as the nights grew longer and the rest of her tribe were set to gather out on the Scottish Moors, she would come to meet a witch who cast a cruel spell. This spell brought her to meet Cahlash the Unmaker, the Dark Father that some call the Wyrm.
This Celican's mind fractured as she Danced the Spiral for Cahlash, learning as she did just how much she hates the world and those who live in it. Hatred that could never end until the world lay in ruins, and all the pitiful things she now hated so much were rent from the face of it and burned to ash in its absence.
The witch left her with this hatred and left her with riddles. Riddles that would reveal paths to the New World... the Far Coast... to Prospect. The Ceilican would soon follow... hating the witch for what she was shown but knowing that there were still things the witch could teach her.
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