Evergrowing Futures

[Archbishop 1784]

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwN5a_EwXus

 

The old and fat Sage hobbled across the sandy dunes of Haria with a look of awe spread across his normally blank dull face. The surroundings, landscape and buildings were beautiful, a place of fantasy and prosperity. Eventually he stumbles into Dra’Yuulpria and Arlen Kharadeen, they discuss the future for the Kharajyr and past alliances that are due to be renewed, after this they all depart. Mukar hobbles across a small oasis in front of the large structure used for praying, his large wooden staff tapping on the grassy area beneath his feet. Sand falling from his toes as he steps up onto a little wooden shelter, lowering himself into a comfortable position, his staff laid across his lap. His empty sockets beaming with a godly white glow, a divine light for the moongazers. The elderly Sage’s breath began to become unsteady in pace as he allowed himself to enter the warm state that is required to moongaze.

 

At first he saw nothing all that was present was  the distant voice of Arlen and Zinawr, but that didn’t bother him. Then all of a sudden his vision blasted with a divine white glow, the white glow swirled and churned in a spiral of shapes, decreasing rapidly in size before a he regained sight, but this was not his sight, it was something else. Metztli had revealed a glimpse of the future, good or bad it is unknown. The distant voices faded from his ears until all he heard was what he saw. Waves peacefully crashing against a pale white beach. Perhaps peace was achievable afterall. Then the sight blessed upon him churned once more, a white glow shrouding the peaceful beach to reveal something much more astonishing, something he never thought possible.

 

His vision switched to a large temple. Though this temple was unique, its whole shape unseen and hard to tell. The temple was nothing ever seen before in the mortal realm. It was huge. The temple would of needed years… tens of years to create… possibly hundreds. The temple was bigger than anything ever created, due to its size and the brief vision gifted to the Sage he was unable to find its purpose or actual shape. Though it lead him to believe the temple structure was possibly bigger than all of the Orenian Empires land combined, this may be false and it could be smaller but it could also be true. Perhaps it may be bigger than this. Then abruptly as the vision commenced, it faded. Leaving the Sage in awe and wonder for what he just witnessed, and what the future has in store for us. What was seen in the vision would be spread throughout Haria and the Kharajyr, possibly even further or to anybody who found this kind of things interesting.

[func_Soap 410]

"Wha's a Kha?" Carrick would ask having never met one of the three remaining catmen.

[Slothtastic 761]

"Joor's a Kha." *The 4th out of a lot more catmen says as he comes nearby.*

[DrinkPesticide 52]

Having spoken to Mukar earlier in the day, a young bright eyed, silky black pelt Kharajyr returns to his home on the isle of Xerdali. He sits on the tan wood floor, eyes closed, legs crossed. He just sits there silent trying to visualise what Mukar described, after hours he sighs, he turns going to attempt to sleep.

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