|THE EYE OF THE EAST|

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This is just a little bit of writing I did from the perspective of my Seer of Vaasek and a journal he might have left behind somewhere.   It’s purely just interpretations and reactions beholden to my character from recent prophecies as well as his own delusions.  If you are interested in RP’ing with him, just read along and you’ll know how to find him :)

 

also I literally typed and posted this from my phone.  So I have no idea what it looks like on pc screen formatting wise

The Eye of The East

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As I lay there in contemplation about the next life I begin to feel a blistering cold creep up my back. I shuffle myself in my death bed and squeal as the pain surges through me.  Suddenly my thoughts were no longer mine and the dream became my reality.  I close my eyes sadly and embrace my new eternity; The sand was warm, not scorching against my skin.  I looked around the vast reach of dunes and stared at the silhouette of a lone figure walking towards me. The figure got closer and I could see that it was the sky, bleak and cloudy. So void of color, just swirls of wheat.  As the figure got closer I slowly realized the sky was encompassed by robes that ended and dived into the sand. As this colossal figure bound to both fire and shadow reached me I felt everything that tethered me here take me away once again.  

 

 

Her putrid breath is all that I remember from a time of yore in a land where the living broke bread with dead men.  If not for that beast I would still have my sight I thought to myself as I began to stir awake.  As I began to traverse above deck from my quarters the sounds of a bustling harbor began to fill my ears as sailors and birds made unintelligible, yet harmonious noise. I hadn’t the slightest of clues on what to do in this new world let alone where to begin.  I inhaled sharply and began to disembark from the ship I arrived on.

 

A reverent man of rare grace has taken me as his ward. And, this last year since I last wrote to you I have learned much of myself and this land. I come as the Eye of The East: The Oracle of Yulthar. I have seen he who will bring about the land promised.

 

 

The divine has been reborn from the ashes to one day again restore his promise of light. Nothing wielding this end will stop. No longer are we fated to wander lost. Within the dunes lies the key and it is there I stand to guide those who might lend an ear. The Infernal is reborn across the crimson seas, it has an errand of fire and ice. The Dragon has awoken from his sleep and if slumber again he will bring the savage pacts of war with him. The King has left his honeyed peace, beyond the feathered shores, to quell a rage barbarous and unforgiving. The Behemoth , gored by hunger and ravage regards your lands as a feast he and his kind might leave. The Oracle will convene the Court of Remembrance, once a year comes this place of pilgrimage but what grave price shall you pay?

 

 

Dear Reader,  

I lost my mind.  

I’ve dreamt again.  

The sands will swallow these hallowed grounds.  

From this seed, divinity was born. 

Divine is He to wield Light.  

 

 

The dunes are without borders and without a throne , but these things have those who argue for them, bringing kingdoms and a sword in the dark. And their battles shall shake the sky and their armies will march against the toil and treasure you covet ….

Within the shadows and sands, this is not a place of simple riches, gains, and losses. Survival is required for all. To tread the dunes with breath in your lungs is to be granted mercy amongst mercies. As bold acts or armed conflict risks dry gullets. For each will lead to fate. But fate is per chance and the tide waits for all.