In the murky depths of the the basin, you see a fine point of light. As you look closer, it is you, shining your aasinar heart as a ring of light amidst a sea of time and space. Ahead of you lies a troubled land full of shadow. Ancient evil inhabits Maztica. The First Man roams the battle scarred landscape and seeks the poor and weak who cannot resist him. Mothers left unprotected with their kin and husbands dead or lost in battle and strife, struggle with childbirth and loose their tiloni to Coatlicue's protection in the world beyond. But before they can be laid to rest, the First Man pounces and seizes their tiloni, their sacred souls, and takes them back to his hidden temple, there to make wives and mothers to his festering fold of undead. You call upon the old gods and they hear and aid. The battle is set, and you are the general laying your lines and drawing no quarter. A cosmological war has been waged and you gather your allies. With animal spirit, divination and all the glyphs of the gods arrayed about you, you are armored in a ring of protection. Your ring is your weapon. This is your fight. You see yourself marshal all the forces of light in one mighty blow that shatters the image in the basin and all is murky again.
