Glomdoring remained vigilant in their guard of the Traitor's prison,
watching and waiting as the Wyrd took its toll on His frozen form.
Stifled cries and hushed whispers reached out to those who would come to
watch, the only hints of life that remained from the Elder. As the days
progressed, the contact became more frequent, and about a month after
His imprisoning, He began to share words with those gathered. Manteekan
maintained much of who He was, yet the Wyrd began to take hold of the
Elder, visible in shadows of crow feathers that flitted over His icy
eyes and vines that stretched outward from His prison rimed with frost.

Another month passed, the contact with Manteekan sparse, yet changes
were happening. Viravain soon called the the Forest, eager to see the
transformation the Elder had underwent. Gathering the commune at the
Master Ravenwood, She reached out to Manteekan, who manifested before
those gathered as a hazy figure that spoke in murmurs. The Wyrd had
become victorious over the Elder, and He was bound to its power, His
body still held within its grasp, yet His mind released from the prison.
Viravain bid the Elder show Himself, but He refused, for He had been
slighted by the very children He would awaken.

Understanding the importance for this loyalty, Viravain granted
Manteekan His request and gathered the forest at His prison in the
Wydyr. A show of His renewed strength, Manteekan called upon one of His
own, a redcap named Bralki, to oversee His prison and to assist with the
gathering of tributes. Many would come to assist with this gathering,
including Daganev, Calesta, Tylwyth, Tarkenton, Athree, and Phulbelishi
of the Glomdoring who were soon joined by Kethaera of Hallifax, whose
curiosity would bring her before the Elder. The redcaps and slaughs
remained stubborn, even while the barghests and squonks went willingly,
yet at the word of their Awakener and those gathered, soon they would
all come to pay for their disloyalty.

Pleased with the tributes, Manteekan appeared before all gathered, His
form nothing more than haunting mist that settled within the air, His
physical form ravaged by the Wyrd, and what was left it remaining bound
in His prison. The Wyrd would not leave the Elder without a reminder of
His new loyalty, however, which manifested in a noose of thorn and vine
wrapped about His neck. As a gift to those who would come to assist Him,
Manteekan bid His Bralki to sell a new fae, the squonkabonk, the twisted
cousin of the squonk, to those who helped.

Glomdoring was quick to welcome the Elder to their commune, and
Manteekan would just as quickly accept. However, what will having a
Traitor within their pantheon hold for the Commune? How exactly has the
Wyrd changed the Elder? Many questions lingered in the minds of the
Forest. Questions that could only be answered with time..

Penned by My hand on the 6th of Kiani, in the year 411 CE.