Moth

Lore Fragments

A Barber's Warning [ Moth 2 ]

A power of the Wood enjoys the separation of the lock from the scalp. For attention, burn it. For opportunity, bury it. [Speak this over a corpse in a Rite, with a Winter influence present, and the corpse will rise.]

A Wood-Whisper [ Moth 4 ]

Lie awake, and listen. The wind speaks in the branches. The house cries out in its sleep. These are the roads that chaos ride. [Speak this over a corpse in a Rite, with a Winter influence present, and the corpse will rise.]

An Ecdysiast's Parable [ Moth 6 ]

The Ecdysiast's Riddle is 'What may be lost?' Each Ecdysiast's Parable is an attempt to answer the Riddle.

Moldywarp Admonitions [ Moth 8 ]

Moldywarp keeps her crowns in the moss and her feet in the dirt and the trees locked jaw-tight. Moldywarp has these warnings for you.

Centipede Testament [ Moth 10 ]

The Centipede came up out of the sands and went in under the roots. She found a new home but now she can't go home. She creeps in everywhere else: keyholes and histories and the channels of birth and sight and hearing. Here's what she has to say.

Thigh-born Thorax-Sweet [ Moth 12 ]

Vine-crowned moth-king hatched in the thigh of the thunder-king who's dead. Drink up his belly-lymph. These are the sights you'll see.

Mare-in-the-Yew [ Moth 14 ]

The real Hours don't meet the gods-from-Nowhere, but the Ring-Yew meets the Mare-in-the-Tree in where the Wood grows lush. Their couplings are forbidden, and forbidden things have power, and this is the story of their couplings.

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