I'm certainly inclined to think so. [Not the least bit because it thrills, more than the odd wonder of falling headlong into an entirely new world— the idea they're aligned in some way. Strung across some broad, unknowable distance outside Wheel or World Tree. Ancient bonds, severed ties.
Cut off by the Spellplague and forgotten, whatever god meant to care for this world dead or long, long lost.
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Cut off by the Spellplague and forgotten, whatever god meant to care for this world dead or long, long lost.
It's hopelessly, foolishly romantic.]
—what did you mean by nightly possession?