Seskel Ash
(a.k.a. Kesha Sles)
Seskel Ash is set on taking over the House of Flowers, or bending it to her will.
She is resposible for a variety of crimes and plots involving the House of Flowers. Among these were the modification of memories, in particular of Eradel.
Seskel Ash was killed by the Awesome Blossoms during an attempt to resurrect Syramuk.
A diary entry was found with Seskel Ash upon her death. It reads as follows:
Diary of Seskel Ash, Keeper of Sumaryk's Flame Once more, I find myself in the bowels of the Cairn, where his essence lingers like smoke. Sumaryk, ancient fire that burned so brightly and fiercely, I feel your presence here, a ghost in every ember and every stone. The House of Flowers poisoned your legacy, drove you to ashes with their perfumed daggers and whispered treachery. How the blood boils in my veins when I think of them—their hollow smiles, their poisonous blossoms. Every step they took to erase you is etched into the bones of this Cairn. They may think they’ve won, that your flame has been snuffed out, but they are fools. I will bring you back, and together we will sear their very roots. The rituals are beginning to yield to me, yet they exact a steep toll. Sumaryk's ancient power demands sacrifice, blood, and the purest essences of fire. The last incantations echo in the dark, and I feel him closer than before, like a great heat just beneath my skin. But the Cairn resists me still, as though testing my devotion. I have delved deep into the rites of resurrection, risking my own soul to learn each step and chant, but my path grows narrower. Every stone, every spark seems to resist until I invoke his name in the lost tongue. Tonight, I will summon his spirit again, and perhaps, for the first time, his voice will answer me. To think, they dare to tread so lightly on this world as they poison it with their assassins and their weak-willed followers. They believe they have secured themselves against vengeance, that their roots are too deep to ever be unearthed. But they forget Sumaryk’s fire lives on in me, his final ember. When he returns, when his fire breathes once more, we will set their garden of blood and lies ablaze. Their precious petals will scorch and crumble, and nothing will remain but ashes.
A diary entry was found with Seskel Ash upon her death. It reads as follows:
Diary of Seskel Ash, Keeper of Sumaryk's Flame Once more, I find myself in the bowels of the Cairn, where his essence lingers like smoke. Sumaryk, ancient fire that burned so brightly and fiercely, I feel your presence here, a ghost in every ember and every stone. The House of Flowers poisoned your legacy, drove you to ashes with their perfumed daggers and whispered treachery. How the blood boils in my veins when I think of them—their hollow smiles, their poisonous blossoms. Every step they took to erase you is etched into the bones of this Cairn. They may think they’ve won, that your flame has been snuffed out, but they are fools. I will bring you back, and together we will sear their very roots. The rituals are beginning to yield to me, yet they exact a steep toll. Sumaryk's ancient power demands sacrifice, blood, and the purest essences of fire. The last incantations echo in the dark, and I feel him closer than before, like a great heat just beneath my skin. But the Cairn resists me still, as though testing my devotion. I have delved deep into the rites of resurrection, risking my own soul to learn each step and chant, but my path grows narrower. Every stone, every spark seems to resist until I invoke his name in the lost tongue. Tonight, I will summon his spirit again, and perhaps, for the first time, his voice will answer me. To think, they dare to tread so lightly on this world as they poison it with their assassins and their weak-willed followers. They believe they have secured themselves against vengeance, that their roots are too deep to ever be unearthed. But they forget Sumaryk’s fire lives on in me, his final ember. When he returns, when his fire breathes once more, we will set their garden of blood and lies ablaze. Their precious petals will scorch and crumble, and nothing will remain but ashes.
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