[Kefkin]

Sheer exahustion forced me to the ground at some point. I had no idea how long or even how far I had actually come. I was never so repulsed, and can now understand why I might have instinctivly run. This feeling of fear so completely took control of me, I cannot even to this day remember exactly how I ended up where I found myself. I was overlooking a small ring of trees surrounding a clearing. I was laying on my side. My knees were drawn up to my chest, and I was hugging them tightly, shivering in the cold rain. I layed there, on what seemed to be a small outcropping of rock, jutting out of the side of the mountain.

I sat up, and focused my eyes on something that looked quite like fire light. As my eyes slowly began to focus, I could the the dancing flame fighting the night rain. It seemed to snake and weave from side to side almost hypnotically. My lips began to move, forming words to this day I will never repeat. I remember this sensation quite well simply because it was then I was finally aware of the murmuring again, though quite a bit louder than a hushed chant now. My gaze expanded, pulling me out of the hypnotic dancing flames. My jaw slackened as I counted a hundred or more robed individuals surrounding the fire. The chanting poured out of them, not in loud cries, but in contempt and anger. The hatred seemed to pour forth from them with such force it could be felt.

((tbc))