The tales of a matron.

[Storm Munin]

Ardulafae slowly glided towards the priestess as the sermons was over. Tears still ran down her cheeks, they ran bitter and sweet as her heart struggled in between heartbreak and anger. The oath was shattered, her House divided no more.

She came to a stop by the yatharils side and turned towards her friends of late. She paused taking in a long slow breath then spoke "Friends, daughter, sons I address you now as a Matron of a lessened House. I suffer, just as we all have suffered these past weeks. Torn with indecision, weary of war and toiling to take our lives back while still remembering the moment Lolth took her measure of us. Yet, yet I find my heart stronger than ever just as my House is perhaps smaller. They are now a unity reaching for greatness in service of our beloved goddess." Stretching to her full length she drew her blade sending it towards the sky in salute. She held it there for a moment. "A mother I have been and are, a daughter I was and am. Now my Mother, our beloved Eilistraee, calls to her daughters! For too long we have walked small, for too long have the Temple stood looming above us!" she took a breath. "Eilistraee speaks to me in my heart as I speak to you and her message to us?" She paused taken a deep breath "is...VENGEANCE!" Her sword alighted in flickering moonfire as she uttered the last word.

"Friends,thank you for listening. The hunt is afoot."