spirits The desert’s sands move [Ramakhet's lesser]

[Plummius_ 141]

 

The desert’s sands move

[New lesser spirit + pact]

Rα'αɾႦσɠ

Spirit of the sands

The deserts of Aevos are truly unforgiving, walking among the dunes are a challenge for any of the living, the two shamans walked in hope of finding Ramakhet, spirit of the desert.

They kept walking, their feet burning on the hot sands, their muscles failing as they urged for water; the two returned with yet another fail to their sanctuary. As they settled in, sitting on the cold floor covered by an old roof that provided shelter from the scorching heat writing yet another chapter of their searching. The sandweaver, disappointed, spoke “let us spirit walk, ask him for guidance” - “maybe he will answer” the prophet Sandsworn nodded with a sigh, hopeless himself he agreed to try and thus they began. 

 

The two shamans took a moment to connect with the spirit, mists seeping from their golden armor as their souls were sucked into the realm of what they thought was Ramakhet, looking around the plane was filled with endless sand dunes and not a plant or a living creature in sight.

Looking up they saw no sun yet the heat was present, they looked below and saw no shadow.

Not before long the two felt the sand rumbling, their feet sinking into it ever so slightly with every move. As for the dunes they began to move around, piles of sand flying everywhere as the windless plane carried no grain, the feeling was heavy, something was about to happen.

The sandsword worried looked at her leader and life-mate her voice bore no echo in this realm “now what..” her tone lowered, the sandworn sprung to action yelling to the spirit, his mouth marked with the blessing of the desert “We are of the desert, our people abandoned you, we come to seek your help! We come to seek the spirits of the desert!” the dunes rumbled about as one larger than the other was seen in the distance “there!” the sandweaver called out, pointing at the huge pile of sand hurtling towards them. The prophet fell on his knees repeating his plea “We come for the spirit! We come to speak!” the dunes now quirt in an instant, not a grain of sand dared move as the spirit listened, a voice could be heard from below speaking in old blah “I am the spirit of the sand itself, the very shifting dunes of the desert, I am its core and its shaper.” The two shamans, surprised at the response, began to say “we seek your help, we are your voice, ramakhet’s voice!” the spirit took a moment to think before it answered “why should i help you? You are after my greater.” they nodded, the sand rumbling with each piercing word Ra’arbog spoke.
 

“Our people banned the spirits, we do not agree to it, we are your conduit, your will!” the prophet said with determination in his eyes, the sandwaver dared not speak now “hmm? You are a son of the desert are you not?” the spirit perked his question, non dared before walking in his realm. The two shamans did not have enough time to answer before the dunes began to shift again, moving them with a swift motion across the plane long from where they started. Before them now were three anomalies that seemed like choices, the two looked at each other before gazing at the sight confused. In Front of them there was an oasis, full of life fauna and flora. Shades from palm trees aiding the creatures that reside there. To their left stood a man who seemed like a warrior, wielding a sword that seemed worn from countless battles, his armor was shining gold and trimmed with leather. And on their right a rather sad sight, a small fennec fox dying on the scorching sands, grasping for help.

Without a second thought the Sandweaver walked towards the dying fennec, she leaned over it trying to shade what she could, with a sad tone she turned to the sandsworn “i wish i could do more to help him, heal him..” looking forward she saw many more, saddened she wished to stay with the critter not leaving his side to die alone.
The sandsworn walked towards the oasis, he observed the life around with a careful eye, trying to take some of the water to help the warrior and the fennec yet to no avail, the water stood still.
“I'm sorry” he said, looking around looking for a solution. The spirit had many thoughts ‘why did he go to the oasis, does he wish to hide from the truth of the desert?’ its thought changed as he sought to help the man and the fox, looking now at the sandweaver he spoke up with a pleased tone “you sister, see the life of the desert, seek community in this harsh reality” Ra’arbog then turned his attention to the sandsworn “you brother, seek to lead and preach of the truth of this reality.” the dune then uncovered, a giant Scarab beetle was standing in front of the two, a golden sun on the back of his shell and the marking of the sands on his legs.
“You have proven yourselves to me, go! Preach the truth of the desert, you are now my champions” as he touched each of them upon their head a shining glow of gold came onto them as their souls were pushed into their mortal bodies.

Sealing the pact.



 

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Plummius
BigBlu_42

this is Ramakhet's spirit of the desert's lesser spirit, he is the spirit of the sands themselves and can be used by others for shamanic rituals.
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