The poisonous influence of Allsherjargoði Jurva has been well known for quite some time now. He turned the Olenian church from the bedrock of society to insatiable mouth eager to consume everyone.

The changes he enacted have repulsed many former members from the church. Some chose to retire, some were chosen to be killed. One pure soul have taken up task of preserving the purity of the gods teachings, far far away from the watchful eye of Jurva.

For the time being, it seemed to be working. His little community shines like a beacon among the tides of darkness. His renown however just reached a pair of ears eagerly listening for any sound of hope, in this clamour of desperation.

And what can one mere deer do when history herself is knocking on his door?

Takes place in the EaW universe, written for the 2021 EaW write-off.
Special thanks to Dice from the EaW discord channel for pre-reading the story.