Rayrayn

Bacchae of Motherskull Coven
Amber Light of the Firmament
She Who Dances at the North Gate
Rapture of the Wilderness
Bone-breaking Laughter
Rider of Tempests

On the Northern border of the coven, the land gradually fades into the elemental plane of air. An eternal storm lashes the land with golden sand. Within those unrelenting winds is where first breath of life originates, and where the last breath returns to. In the howling heart of that chaos, the Bacchae reels in ecstacy. The Bacchae bestows vitality among her worshippers in all acts of desire, such as mating, hunting, gaining power, and even bartering. Great waves of aether roll across the territory, which the Bacchae's soul filters and sublimates into droplets of amber nectar. The coven utilizes this nectar as oil in their protective beacons, and as a primary ingredient in potent healing salves.
She must be as wild and unpredictable as the stormwinds, she must laugh in the face of all danger, she must bind her soul to keeping the keys of revelation.
She must never succumb to panic, and oblivion awaits she who permits any corruption or heresy to spread among the sisters.