Title: Chosen Instrument
(Yme concentrates further and raises the stick.)
Yme: Born was I to prevail against strife and chaos, and seek a higher harmony.
This aspiration guides my intent, much as mountains guide the windblown sand.
I pour all of my intent into the Cast and raise my chosen instrument...
(Across the ridge, Yme's frenting rod feels the influence and starts to lift up onto its point with a strange murmuring noise. The Oistrem rears back in alarm.)
Oistrem: What trickery is this!?
