Brotherhood of Chaos

[Debaglio]

My name has now officially been cleared within Zormite.

I have explained what has happened, and now I will make it public.

The leader, Becan Hart. Together, Athealis and I were the Guardians of Chaos. This story I am about to tell should illuminate my motives.

Almost one hundred moons to this night I became a member of a secret society. The Brotherhood of Chaos. There were only three members to this brotherhood, and we met on Crescent Isle to discuss the fate of the lands.

After hours of speaking about the rarest of conversations we all took a blood oath. Each of us took turns cutting our left hand, letting the blood of our animal spirit seep into the cauldron. When Athealis' blood droplet hit the pool, a large black cloud circled the room and passed through each of our body.

We each fell to the earth momentarily. My focus came back, and I was the last to stand. Becan leaned towards the cauldron and took from it a piece of glowing red slag.

I quickly took this from him, and covered it in many skins. I could feel a strange heat coming from the slag. I was then ordered to bury it on the main land so that it would never be found. This slag was to represent our Brotherhood.

We met only twice in secret, and never spoke of the night we formed our oath.

When I had discovered that the Brotherhood had been abandoned, I felt the darkness trying to escape my body. Eternily bound to the Brotherhood, I yearned to obtain the sacred garb worn by both Becan, and Athealis.

It was my intention to become the leader of the Brotherhood, and assume this position once all the items were gathered.

I have now completed the monument to my hero, and here today, I am announcing that I am no longer the Guardian of Chaos, and shall be known as the only remaining member. The Keeper.