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10-16-2015, 09:48 AM
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Ashamin
It was a slow hiss--the sound of fading frost falling on embers and drowning them with spit. This was what the haruspex was capable of, and perhaps nothing else. He felt listless and hopeless in the wake of the battles, despite his continued success. He had broken the crocodile gods' wrist, kicked mutant wolves to nothing, and made a bear to bleed until its death. Was that not success?
Maybe it would be, if they hadn't been gods.
Ashamin had tried to shrug off the deaths but could not. Now he stood scraping frost from the threshold onto his fire, stifling it until it was nothing but ashen streaks. His white hooves, so often pure, felt stained with coal and blood. He had felt unclean for a serious of unfortunate days; he thought he would never wash such guilt and disappointment off.
But as always, he consoled himself with the possibility of learning. He had sent Lochan out in search of eager and curious scholars, and now Ashamin awaited their arrival with a sort of happy impatience. It would be good to see others and learn of their lives, again. With the chaos of battles, he had almost forgotten the love he had for his home. Now, called back to it, he couldn't imagine ever forgetting so strong a loyalty.
Outside, the day was fading quickly. Sunset was brushing the Aurora Basin with bold reds and creamy pinks in broad, watercolor strokes. Lengthening shadows and edges of ice still clinging to light--bright white pillars--created an eerie and pronounced scene. In the shadows of the cave, Ashamin watched over it with something resembling pride and loneliness. His sarong was hung on the wall with his necklace and coil, draped over a rocky outcropping, leaving him naked and exposed to the cold. It was better, sometimes, to feel the unburdened. Perhaps that was always better, but one as preoccupied as the lonely haruspex would not think to entertain the idea. Loneliness was something he was used to.
""
O come all ye faithful
to the gathering of Gods
Sing dark songs of knowledge
in the fading of the sun
O come all ye faithful
to the wasteland soaked in blood
Tell dark tales of confidence
while the shadows stretch still on
[[Welcome to the Tallsun visionary meeting! All ranks and ages are welcome.
There will be 7 slots, including Ashamin, which means 6 people can join. Those in the visionary class (and those interested in joining) come first. If the cap is reached before these people can join, then you will be allowed in regardless. If you posted in last season's visionary lesson, please consider letting someone else take a slot before you. Please try to post within time limits to keep this moving, and do not worry about post order. If you do not post within a round time limit, it will be assumed that your character is standing and listening. If you don't post two rounds in a row, it is assumed your character will have left.
Your task this season is to gather information about the gods. We will begin with a round of introductions, followed by a round of preliminary knowledge. After this point you will be split into groups and sent to research the gods and report back in your own threads--there will be a second thread made for reporting. If you wish, you are all welcome to include Lochan as guiding you to the Haruspex's cave for this first round.
This begins the first round. It will end on THURSDAY, October 22nd, at 6 PM EST and I will post to introduce the next round that day.]]
See Ashamin's profile for more information about Lochan, Rakt, and his various items.
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