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Sins of the Fathers
On a strangely warm late fall afternoon, Ardry opened the door to his uncles cottage and recoiled from the smell and the gust of roiling green vapor that greeted him. It was a sharp, overwhelming reek, redolent of rotten eggs and burned hair. Trying not to gag, he called out to the cabins inhabitant.
The Summoner hissed and lashed out his serpentine tongue to taste the air. It was a delicious smell, ripe with the rich scent of the Blood of the World. In the weeks since his Master had first raised him and sent him to this world, he had been almost drunk with the saturated power of this island that the human cultists had once named Killiakta. He could taste his own Masters influence upon this world, could almost see the dark streams of power flowing into the world from the fonts that Tthuuns other servants had consecrated. He could tell from the taste of the air that this worlds cold season was upon it, and only his Masters considerable influence kept the hated snow and ice from encroaching upon the land.