Description
Over and over again, fortune finds you among the Bleak Sisters, that wooded holt of myth and mystery. You are three years old: a mother-matron traces a decrepit finger across your forehead, marking archaisms in blood. You are sixteen years old: the Antlered One invites your naked sacrifice in dreams. You are one hundred and one years old: all time bends, like the crook of Horologos, without meaning. When is a gift a curse and when is a curse a gift? Somewhere in the wood, a dead thrush sings your song.
Blood Augury
We carry the truth in our bones, in our blood. Take 1 stress: When you perform a ritual of prophecy, you may ask the elder gods a single yes or no question about a target, and they will answer truthfully. The ritual takes 10 minutes and requires a drop of blood from the target. While stressed, you cannot be scried upon or forced by magic to reveal your innermost secrets.