Fifteen Months Later...
From the echoing recesses drowning him, a spear of alarm thrust through his mind, ripping him from his dreamless slumber. A piercing pain shot into him, and a dark orange light filled him, burning, scorching him, pouring power and purpose into the hollows of his essence. The goddesses were calling him, compelling him to awaken, to ready himself for their next command, their next task. Trapped, bound to them with still two more cords of his cursed soul, he was incapable of denying them.
Though it felt like millennia had passed, in reality he'd been trapped as an incorporeal slave for centuries. A mistake, one not even close to commensurate with his punishment, lead him into the eternal servitude of the ancient Romany deities, the Tres Deae, the Sister Goddesses: Ah
