by Ranger 9 » Wed Aug 12, 2020 4:12 pm
Moon Spectre, healer mage: location, arriving at the second town : feeling, resigned : tagged, Tundra Flower, Butcher
Spectre followed along at the end of the group, trailing behind on purpose as his sister lead. Butcher, their unwilling traveling companion, was between them, Spectre staring intently at the chosen one's back. The dao had been less than pleased, horrified even, to be told of his significance, and Spectre had a sinking feeling that he would fight them at every step of the way. The mage eyed Butcher suspiciously but there was no place for him to run really. The grasslands stretched around them, broken only for the mountains in the far distance.
They had been traveling for near a day now and were just nearing the next town. Spectre hoped for an inn to be open - or at the very least a shepherd might have a lean-to they could shelter in. The wind had been howling all day long and the constant whistle was grating on Spectre's bones. Butcher seemed unaffected, but, as he'd grown up in this region, the Cantor raised dao was probably simply used to the constant background noise. Spectre missed his mountain home. It was too hot here. Too windy. Too much grass. He was grateful for the well worn pathway they traveled on but still he resented the endless sea of blades.
At last they stepped into the village limits and at once he could see heads turn. A few called out to Butcher, greeting him hesitantly as he was escorted between the two priests. Others glared, sheltering their pups from view and sneering insults. Spectre ignored them. He was used to their fear, their scorn. He felt a stab of pity for Butcher, who would not be accustomed to such insult. The stare he kept on the larger dao softened, even as it remained. At least no one knew yet that they were escorting the prophesied hero. At most they must suspect that Butcher was being collected for some crime. Spectre flicked his tail, straightening his posture and walking with indifference to the range of looks they received.
The world knew, but they didn't know, and that was enough, for now. Word would get out about what their little party really was, but for now they were given the grace of ignorance.
Romo, channeler: location, home, watching the new arrivals : feeling, successful : tagged, open
Romo was headed for his shelter with a prance in his step, head held high. He'd just finished at a rally to great success, the crowds leaving with excited chatter. He was rather proud of that, always fond of how his words could move souls so greatly. And right now, dao needed to be moved, to be comforted. In these times of uncertainty and fear Romo could provide hope and anticipation. Good anticipation. Anticipation of a world reborn.
Romo did not shy from change. Change was natural, and could be healthy, as demonstrated by the worlds around them. In this instance, in this world, Romo thought change to be necessary. Their civilization had grown stagnant and the energy of the earth was growing restless. It needed growth, it needed to be challenged. The decline in natural talent and those interested in becoming mages had lead to an imbalance in the world's energies. Romo could see this. He could see everything. He could see each potential before it happened - each action and what it's reaction would cause.
And now, now he could see some interesting action indeed. He paused in his step, watching as some outsiders passed by on the street. The Dragon's Faith. He felt his fur prickle in excitement. These three were dripping in energy. The middle one wore it draped across his whole being - completely shrouded by anxious threads. They reeked of premonition. Of change. Could it be? He moved closer, following them a little ways down the dusty road. He could feel it in his gut. The trio was important.
He knew the prophecy. Everyone knew the prophecy. Whether everyone believed in it was one thing, but Romo certainly did. He needed to talk to his group organizer. The chosen one had been found. The time of change was upon them and the world needed to prepare.
