Misty Mountains

[Archbishop 1784]

 

 

The old decrepit priest once more finds himself wandering through the forests of Sutica, alone and armed with his staff he makes his way towards the city with an aura of wisdom and knowledge surrounding him. Though he approaches the city in deep contemplation, it had been a long time since Metztli granted her priests and priestesses a glimpse on the future, perhaps now the time was right. As a matter of fact, it was. He bumps into three kharajyr, Tepah, Var’osh and Grathaur who would be locked in conversation. With no time to lose he brushes past the three, gesturing them along the path towards the manor, of which most kharajyr now reside within. His daughter, Astrawla, trailing behind the group then two orcs, a green and a red one.

 

They all gather around the small body of water which sits against the wall within the manor in deep thought and interest in the magical art of which was about to take place. The elder would shakily extend his oversized staff down into the pool as his begins to enter the meditative trance that is required for moongazing, his empty black eye sockets glowing a white hue as blue energy would travel down the shaft of his staff and into the pool, as the energy meets with the body of water it would expand like lightning throughout before fading. After that the body of water would ripple into a canvas of white, a canvas which would then be used to portray the vision onto it.

 

The white canvas would stretch across the body of water and begin to twist and churn into an image, Metztli had answered their call for guidance and knowledge once more. The image would twist into an animated image of a great snow storm, a blizzard perhaps. But as the storm began to disperse the vision would then twist to that of an enormous mountain range, blanketed with sheets of snow. Yet as the vision continued it would become clearer, large patches of red dotted the mountainside set before a large elven ruin, a monastery of sorts.

 

Though a figure would shuffle within the shadows, contorted and fixtured with many limbs and appendages, nothing reminiscent to the natural world. But as the light finally broke, a fatigued and hunched humanoid figure would be creeping along the dark halls. It has several arms protruding from its back, along with a number of eyeballs sewn onto its very hands.

 

 

 

Then, suddenly the creature writhed on the floor as an apparition of black smog flew over it and enshrouds it. After that the water which holds the image would become an ashen colour as the vision drew to a close, leaving the drained priest muttering and wondering if the past vision of the lonely soul was the culprit of such events transpiring or to transpire. He turns to those gathered.

“Find the ruin, an expedition is needed kharajyr. Ensure this vision is spread throughout the realm.”

[dm420 186]

Astrawla would leave the manor, oddly right when the kharajyr went downstairs with the orcs. "Astrawla knows awf thees playce, she thinks."

[Gizzol 252]

Tepah would be upstairs handling a family matter after the vision ended, knowing all to we'll soon he would once again be to busy to come home to them

[holyterrain 173]

The lady Cassandra would hear of the vision, her lips parting. She would turn to Anna Jrent, shaking her head. "Perhaps we should visit these kharajyr people some time, I've got plenty to apologise for." Her eyes drop to the black and fiery orange pelts that are draped over the floors. 

[LadyRebecca 1050]

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