After nearly two months of silence, and the sky free of the haze, a cool
breeze blew over the Basin, and a fine mist stretched over the sky.
Preparing themselves for the worst, each city and commune armed
themselves for another battle, yet strangely, the mists did not move,
resigned to lingering in the air tauntingly out of reach. Numerous fae
began to act strangely, including a banshee that found herself within
the Serenwilde. Shivering and wailing, the banshee stumbled before the
Moonhart, where Urdnot and Barrin had gathered. Curious of why this fae
was there, they poked at her for answers, yet answers would not come.
Instead, the banshee lashed out at the pair who resisted her attacks,
making no attempt to stop the fae.

Crying out to the forest, the banshee reached into the mists that filled
the air and her cries worsened. With new strength, the banshee lashed
out once more until, finally, Feyr would come to rid it of its life.
Curious about the actions of this fae, Barrin and Urdnot rushed to Maeve
to inquire about the actions of the fae. Maeve alerted the adventurers
to the strange mists, and she noted that up until they had settled that
day, none of the Faethorn had been affected. Noticing that the fae of
both Moon and Night were not harmed by this mist, Maeve bid them to bind
the fae until the mists had faded, fearing for their well-being and the
safety of the Faethorn.

Days later, a frost settled over the Glomdoring, weighing heavy upon the
trees and creatures that dwelled within. The Forest, used to the more
temperate environment they had lived in for so long, worried for what
might unfold, yet Viravain watched and waited, laying out traps for
whatever may occur. Days later, Brultk Thornblood would cry out, filling
the sky above the commune with a fine spray of blood. A murder of crows
took to the sky and had only settled when the residents of the forest
would come across the fae. Brultk acted strangely, violently, and mocked
those gathered. Brultk hopped about with a sinister grin upon his face
and murmured a single word, "Soon." Still inquisitive, the people of
Glomdoring continued to question the fae, yet not much more was to be
gathered before a dark storm began to churn within the skies.

Viravain and Nocht quickly took to the Master Ravenwood to prepare those
gathered for whatever may come. Within the sky above the forest, a pale
figure began to coalesce amongst the fog, and two pale eyes sprung open.
A bone rattling whispers followed the appearance of these two icy orbs,
and it called out for its children. Viravain and Nocht steadied the
Glomdoring as overhead, Manteekan, the Terror, appeared amidst the
storm. Curious as to why His fae would not obey Him, Manteekan settled
into the forest, where He came across Nocht and Viravain. Turning to the
Goddess, Manteekan ran His hand over Her golden locks and urged Her to
join Him as His side. Viravain recoiled, and Manteekan leaned in closer,
planting a single icy kiss upon Her cheek and warned Her to behave,
resulting in the Goddess backhanding the Traitor in response.

Nocht took to Viravain's side as Manteekan rubbed the assault from His
face, and Viravain sent a swarm of crows flying at Him. Batting the
birds to the side, Manteekan tugged upon the miasma above Him, pulling
the mists down about Viravain and Nocht until They were bound in the
haze. With one final warning, Manteekan urged the Elders not to
struggle, and then with a wave of His hand, froze the two within the
fog. Seemingly victorious, Manteekan rose above the Forest once more and
urged His creations to take to His side. Slaugh, redcap, and barghest
soon rose to His side, yet the Forest tugged urgently back. Seeing the
struggle, Manteekan called out to the Glomdoring, warning them against
their actions, and pulled more urgently upon the mists that surrounded
Him.

With a final rush of power, Manteekan churned the miasma above the
forest, and soon the slaughs, redcaps, and barghests were joined by a
swarm of other fae, including the Frost Spite, who made the journey from
Mount Wend. His army growing, the shadows that tethered them to the
forest began to spin about them all, and soon Manteekan was cocooned in
the mass of penumbral matter. Viravain and Nocht freed Themselves from
Manteekan's icy confines, feigning a weakness They did not possess, and
sprung Their trap upon the Elder. The Forest launched a volley of vines
and shadows into the sky which intertwined with the haze that gathered
about Him. Viravain and Nocht rose above the Forest, taunting the
Traitor for His foolishness and arrogance, and Manteekan struggled
against the trap, only worsening the web that formed about Him. Soon
Manteekan was sealed away amidst a cocoon of ice and vines, and the
Elders opened a portal in the sky to the Ethereal, where They sealed Him
away.

The icy prison formed a bore within Ethereal Glomdoring where a pillar
of ice and vines rose. Unbeknownst to the Elders, the prison was
mirrored within the Wydyr, as Nocht would soon come to find out. The
Glomdoring gathered at the prison as Viravain and Nocht taunted Their
prisoner. Both would soon leave, urging the Glomdoring to remain
vigilant in their watch of the Traitor that dwelled within.

Deep within the ice, shadows and vines wrap around the Elder's pallid
frame as haze and whispers fill the room about it. Will Manteekan
survive the torment the Wyrd has in store? How will the Glomdoring
change with a Traitor within their midst? Many questions fill the icy
air of the prison, and only the pale eyes that stare outward from within
may hold the answer.

Penned by My hand on the 1st of Estar, in the year 411 CE.