Gola
Mother Stone whispers in her unyielding song. The Vigil of Sisters watches nearby, each harkening to the call with patient will. Gola listens and sleeps, dreamless dormancy within the immortal embrace.
Snapshots of existence from a timeless being render the most stalwart mind fallible. Aware of the passage of time yet unable to remember the events which transpire in rigid sleep, the Vigil awakens only at Mother’s summons, when the stone speaks and the magic runs true.
Now comes the call. Urgent and wicked the screeches of Mother Stone reverberate with the alarm of transgression. Angry and agitated, Gola rises on leaden wings into the familiar rivers of air. The mundane does not harm her, but the air is rife with wanton magics. Lightning and fire carve the shadow realm, and the Sisters succumb, one by ignominious one.
Gola is the last, one of the most potent, and she meets with capture instead of destruction. These forces which bind her are unlike any she has seen, even silencing the song of Mother Stone. Gola sleeps and bides her time, blessed silence summoning the state of clarity she needs to see the course ahead.
Vigilance in all things. Patient and willful, Gola will learn with timeless care the songs necessary to restore the Vigil, to summon new Sisters, even to sing the very songs of Mother Stone herself.