Trances of Vitriol and Warpstone

Horizon sworn to Cytherea.

Not everyone is cursed by a Yozi for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but I was.

Not everyone has to forswear their name for power, but I did.

What did you do that you could possibly regret, and what does that say about you?

— Diary of Trances of Vitriol and Warpstone, Nexus, 769RR.

Windblown Snow's magic shoppe. "Hey Trance." "Hey Snow, what new stuff you got for sale today?" "Nothing, these group beat you to the new stuff." "What was that?" "Oh, you know, those handcuffs you sold me when you arrived in town." "Damn, you promised not to sell those!" "What, it's just a set of cuffs..." "No!" And as she gesticulated, Trances remembered where she'd gotten the cuffs, during her tutelage with the demon Mara. There's been passionate lovemaking, and brutal punishment, long sessions tied up and helpless, while the timeless demon tended to other matters. Her face was RED, well brown, good thing for a green skin, he probably couldn't tell how badly she was blushing... "It's got sentimental value!" "Sorry Trance, dear, but business is business, and they had the coin."
— Windblown Snow's shop notes.

I have a daughter and I had a daughter. This is painful to write, but I must be honest with myself. My original daughter was taken from me in the struggle in Thorns, and she was later chosen. I've adopted a new daughter, Vorasha Grimdal, and the two passed each other in the streets in Confederation of Rivers district today, and did not know.

I searched for my daughter for days, even after the siege, but found her not. Friends evacuated me, even though I refused to believe them, until I went against one of the Mask of Winter's patrols, and got knocked out, but miraculously not killed. Days later I awoke, mostly healed, and set upon rebuilding my life, grieving for my lost daughter. It took me weeks to forgive those who had evacuated me, but it was wrong, they only wished to save my life, and I couldn't reach my daughter, because of who had chose her, and how they absconded her from danger, although, I didn't know it at the time.

I've rebuild my life, first as a waitress, then a bartender, then now, as my daughter's militia supply sergeant.

— Diary of Wanda "Olive" Oyl, 769.

In the havoc of war, I narrowly avoided a deathprior-led kill squad, and was taken away, to the Library of Ignition I erred through the place for days, avoiding sycophants and would-be suitors. Eating fungi and other local delicacies, I learned to survive over what felt like months.

Having been thought sorcery's basics in the expecation I'd exalt as a dragon-blooded, when I expected as an Horizon, I sped through the next steps, a little voice in my head guiding me through the trickier bits. After I thought myself all the spells I felt like learning, the great one spoke to me, by vibrating the entire library at a time, literally shaking the world to make the words for me. I knew I could serve no other. She soon sent me into the world.

Summoning a loyal cloud to fly me across the desert, I noticed my skin burnt green like the green vitriol flame of vitriol lamps, popular in Malfeas, and so I must hide my skin from time to time in darkness, not to distract others, but when I had passed five days, like the Mother of Ignition suggested, my hearthstone flared and burnt, into the portal that I took home, to Daddy and uncle Snow and the others.