taller than the god we once believed in

WESSEX out of the night that covers me Finding nothing informational about the blight visible to the naked eye, Wessex rips a strip from the hem of her cloak and wraps it around the plant. She puts it securely in a pocket and then stands to leave. Oh - wait. Retrieving the little book from somewhere else on her person, she balances it on one of the roots of the great tree for someone- a Fae or otherwise- to find. No note needed, she thinks. Maybe whomever finds it will assume someone forgetful left it there, because an Ascended couldnt possibly sneak into their Undercroft and steal a book. Nope, nope, nope. Time to leave before she's caught. None the wiser, Wessex heads back to the Hollowed Grounds. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul