A creature passes in the night and reads a few lines from the "priestess" messages, but halts himself as he remembers that the written word can be just as deceptive and cursed as the voice of the witch.
He remembers the rumours about the witch.
He mumbles and spits on the ground and gains control of his curiousity to read, as his willpower is strong, like his fear of the witch.
He runs for the woods(that seem to not exist any longer), in horror...
A Neverending Prayer
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We all heard that Dyluck is using the same magic that caused the drought to try and end it, but I never heard anything about blowing up the island. I think she just made up this version herself. Is she trying to put down other people's efforts so that she can claim all the credit for herself? I hope not.
And now I am curious why she did not ask another priests to organize these prayers instead of doing it herself when she knows that her bad reputation would make less people want to come.
And now I am curious why she did not ask another priests to organize these prayers instead of doing it herself when she knows that her bad reputation would make less people want to come.
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T'is the second night of the pray watch. Again as the night before the hevans look down upon shrine. The air is still and silent but for the quite chatter and prays of the shirne watchers. Their silouets outlined with the yellow glow of lanters.
To the North of the the shrine Drathe sits behind three rocks. The land dark and chilly around him, creeps closer then darts back with the flickering of candles. Ayanah stands close by watching with an illuminated smirk as her fingers playing with gold coin.
'I never was one to believe in Gods, not even when the good priestess Galaldira was around,' He smiles with fondness at momeory lady. 'Always trying to convert me.... never worked.'
He scraped the dry tops soil off with his hands before pushing his fingers into the clammy earth below. He worked a small hole into the ground before stopping to talk again, tho only to himself.
'You were a real good person Galadria, the salt of the earth. You gave to the people with out question, spreading your warmth, your friendship your energy, your beliefes through out the land.'
He opened his bag and carfuly took out a small fir tree seedling, placed it into the freshly dug hole and patted the top soild back into place.
'I plant you in the name of the gods, in the name of Sirani,' he spoke to the tree. 'I name you Galadria after the priestess. I hope you grow to be just like her. Strong, aways with your arms open, spreading you energy and your beliefes through the land, just as she did.' He leaned back looking to Ayanah. Who returned his looks stiffleing a laugh and shook her head with a smirk.
'Maybe Gala's words and the passing days are starting to perswade me.' he shruged.
He waterd the seedling from a hip flask then unravled his blanket for the night. He stroked the plant gently. 'You should grow well here, behind the rocks, shelterd from wind and thieving eyes. Rest now Gala you have a lot of growing up to do if you want to be like the priestess.' He lady down and closed his eyes. 'Good night Gala, good night to you all,' he spoke aloud to the gods as Ayanah waked off into the night
To the North of the the shrine Drathe sits behind three rocks. The land dark and chilly around him, creeps closer then darts back with the flickering of candles. Ayanah stands close by watching with an illuminated smirk as her fingers playing with gold coin.
'I never was one to believe in Gods, not even when the good priestess Galaldira was around,' He smiles with fondness at momeory lady. 'Always trying to convert me.... never worked.'
He scraped the dry tops soil off with his hands before pushing his fingers into the clammy earth below. He worked a small hole into the ground before stopping to talk again, tho only to himself.
'You were a real good person Galadria, the salt of the earth. You gave to the people with out question, spreading your warmth, your friendship your energy, your beliefes through out the land.'
He opened his bag and carfuly took out a small fir tree seedling, placed it into the freshly dug hole and patted the top soild back into place.
'I plant you in the name of the gods, in the name of Sirani,' he spoke to the tree. 'I name you Galadria after the priestess. I hope you grow to be just like her. Strong, aways with your arms open, spreading you energy and your beliefes through the land, just as she did.' He leaned back looking to Ayanah. Who returned his looks stiffleing a laugh and shook her head with a smirk.
'Maybe Gala's words and the passing days are starting to perswade me.' he shruged.
He waterd the seedling from a hip flask then unravled his blanket for the night. He stroked the plant gently. 'You should grow well here, behind the rocks, shelterd from wind and thieving eyes. Rest now Gala you have a lot of growing up to do if you want to be like the priestess.' He lady down and closed his eyes. 'Good night Gala, good night to you all,' he spoke aloud to the gods as Ayanah waked off into the night
Hmm you know I find it funny now that the fir tree seedlings are gone... Was it a success or not? That's the only question...
From seeing what Elaralith has just said about this rumour. It makes it quite obivious to think that she wants all of the credit for the passing of the drought... Because I have never heard of this rumour...
From seeing what Elaralith has just said about this rumour. It makes it quite obivious to think that she wants all of the credit for the passing of the drought... Because I have never heard of this rumour...
It's nothing new that magic has always been something feared by those who do not understand it.
Now now, let's not get too quick to anger against Elaralith. Perhaps she only meant to pray for our success and that all goes well. So I'll thank you in advance for your well wishes, though I'd advise you not to take all the rumors you hear too seriously dear priestess of wisdom and knowledge.
As for the magic, there are no fancy fireworks. The possible solution devised from the "source" has already set into motion, and there is not much more that remains to do with it now. According to calcuations of how fast the drought spread, everything should be back to normal within 60 days at most or else it is most likely that the method has failed. Having already done most of all that they can with the magic, many of our people at the Academy will surely be sending their hearts in prayer often whenever they can. I certainly suggest that they and rest of you as well to pray when you can alongside the others to calm your hearts and for hope.
~Headmaster Dyluck of the Magic Academy~
Now now, let's not get too quick to anger against Elaralith. Perhaps she only meant to pray for our success and that all goes well. So I'll thank you in advance for your well wishes, though I'd advise you not to take all the rumors you hear too seriously dear priestess of wisdom and knowledge.
As for the magic, there are no fancy fireworks. The possible solution devised from the "source" has already set into motion, and there is not much more that remains to do with it now. According to calcuations of how fast the drought spread, everything should be back to normal within 60 days at most or else it is most likely that the method has failed. Having already done most of all that they can with the magic, many of our people at the Academy will surely be sending their hearts in prayer often whenever they can. I certainly suggest that they and rest of you as well to pray when you can alongside the others to calm your hearts and for hope.
~Headmaster Dyluck of the Magic Academy~