After Scarlet Prophet gave her sermon, the mortals and dead alike gathered up useful and treasured belongings, amassing them in a long train leading from the village. At the head of the procession walked Scarlet, leading them toward the next village on the way to the seat. Her soulsteel chains rattled against the ground as she walked, a glimmering look of delight in her eyes as she went.<br/><br/>Scarlet's mind cast itself into visions and dreams, seeing the lay of the world around her in a shrieking, misery-ridden haze. Death remembered wherever it marked the land, and the world beneath knew and understood. The dreams were clear.<br/><br/>Town upon town would scream its sorrows before she had arrived at their destination.