Beware the gifts of the moon god, for they are strange and terrible without fail.

So preaches the church of the founder, the hive mothers of the west, even the immortal queen Solestice of the jungle tribes.

But is not the world a strange and terrible place? A place where the prince you serve is handed power by blood, by magic, and by politics? A place where you are small not for sloth or weakness, but simply not being... important?

Don't you deserve a gift too?