Post by Ossular on Mar 1, 2019 19:11:13 GMT
The Journal of Madam Shey, a Vistani Elder, Summer 1488
Traveling one morning down the Great Road from Uthmere to Bezentil, we awoke to find frost on the wagons and mist in the air, which was odd as the night before had been a warm summer night. To go from a heated summer night to a frost that chilled to the bone was an ominous omen, though it wouldn't be the first of the day. A woman, pristine like porcelain, dressed in the whites of winter with little more than an open cloak and a ornate noblewoman's dress decorated in amethyst purples and aquamarine blues, approached from the frozen forests, her footfalls as if she taking stride on a stone floor. She requested a meeting from myself, and I felt myself agree. It was as if every possible thought going through my head suddenly stopped, and I wanted nothing more than to converse with this woman.
But this was no woman. The first card I drew, despite my frigid fingers barely being able to grasp the edge of my tarroka cards, was the Darklord! As was the second, the third, the fourth- at this point, I dropped my deck, only to realize that every single card was the Darklord, and every single facing aimed toward the woman, no matter where they scattered about my caravan. Still, though, she waited like a statue, as if letting my mind catch up to the realizations that were funneling through my senses and my thoughts. This woman wasn't a woman, though I refuse to think about what she actually was. It led me to question, though- why was she here, at out Vistani caravan in the middle of the Great Dale? As if on queue, she explained that she wished for a Vistani Elder to watch over someone close to her. She referred to this other person as a Darling, and said that she wanted to ensure that she would be cared for outside of her influence. We spoke, and I learned briefly of a young eladrin woman named Orin, someone of great potency and power, someone who wished to journey to find something important to her, and that this being was allowing her to do so.
I agreed to have this eladrin woman travel with our caravan, but stated I wanted to give this woman a reading, to which the statuesque woman of winter agreed. Within the fearful maw of a gigantic winter wolf was a sleeping woman wrapped in blankets and silks of various thicknesses and lengths. She looked peaceful, like she was dreaming a good dream, though cold thanks to her nude form other than the cloths that cocooned her form. Over this woman, I performed a tarroka reading.
First, at the north, was drawn the Soldier- this woman, whoever she was, had endured great hardships and had the capacity to endure and carry on to reach whatever she set her sights on, whatever goal struck her fancy.
To the east, the second card was the Enchanter- a card that represents inner turmoil and fear. This woman, though strong and capable, still feared something that affected her to her core. I chose that I would press the issue later, once Orin was warm and far from this wintry touch.
To the south was the third card- the Guild Member. Orin was destined for a reunion with someone important to her, something that the eladrin would ensure would come to pass, though to what end, I could only theorize.
To the west was the Shepherd, representing that Orin was a person that would protect others at all costs, but also represented a burden that she carried that was too great for any one person to bear alone. The scale of whatever bared on her mind must have been immense, though maybe this is why she had to find whatever- or whomever- was important to her.
The last card was the Beast, which struck me as odd at first, but as I watched the card naturally turn to the Shepherd, it was all but confirmed for me. Orin had lost someone dear to her- her other half, and was destined to find her once again. The journey wouldn't be easy for her, as all journeys had complications, but I felt almost compelled, in a way, to agree to care for Orin, at least until the time that she set off to find her destiny within this person. The statuesque woman in white left with the large wintry wolf, and moments later, the frost thawed from the trees and the grounds, and the temperature came back, the sun finally rising from beyond Bezentil and into the sky.
It would be the better part of a tenday before Orin woke up.
Traveling one morning down the Great Road from Uthmere to Bezentil, we awoke to find frost on the wagons and mist in the air, which was odd as the night before had been a warm summer night. To go from a heated summer night to a frost that chilled to the bone was an ominous omen, though it wouldn't be the first of the day. A woman, pristine like porcelain, dressed in the whites of winter with little more than an open cloak and a ornate noblewoman's dress decorated in amethyst purples and aquamarine blues, approached from the frozen forests, her footfalls as if she taking stride on a stone floor. She requested a meeting from myself, and I felt myself agree. It was as if every possible thought going through my head suddenly stopped, and I wanted nothing more than to converse with this woman.
But this was no woman. The first card I drew, despite my frigid fingers barely being able to grasp the edge of my tarroka cards, was the Darklord! As was the second, the third, the fourth- at this point, I dropped my deck, only to realize that every single card was the Darklord, and every single facing aimed toward the woman, no matter where they scattered about my caravan. Still, though, she waited like a statue, as if letting my mind catch up to the realizations that were funneling through my senses and my thoughts. This woman wasn't a woman, though I refuse to think about what she actually was. It led me to question, though- why was she here, at out Vistani caravan in the middle of the Great Dale? As if on queue, she explained that she wished for a Vistani Elder to watch over someone close to her. She referred to this other person as a Darling, and said that she wanted to ensure that she would be cared for outside of her influence. We spoke, and I learned briefly of a young eladrin woman named Orin, someone of great potency and power, someone who wished to journey to find something important to her, and that this being was allowing her to do so.
I agreed to have this eladrin woman travel with our caravan, but stated I wanted to give this woman a reading, to which the statuesque woman of winter agreed. Within the fearful maw of a gigantic winter wolf was a sleeping woman wrapped in blankets and silks of various thicknesses and lengths. She looked peaceful, like she was dreaming a good dream, though cold thanks to her nude form other than the cloths that cocooned her form. Over this woman, I performed a tarroka reading.
First, at the north, was drawn the Soldier- this woman, whoever she was, had endured great hardships and had the capacity to endure and carry on to reach whatever she set her sights on, whatever goal struck her fancy.
To the east, the second card was the Enchanter- a card that represents inner turmoil and fear. This woman, though strong and capable, still feared something that affected her to her core. I chose that I would press the issue later, once Orin was warm and far from this wintry touch.
To the south was the third card- the Guild Member. Orin was destined for a reunion with someone important to her, something that the eladrin would ensure would come to pass, though to what end, I could only theorize.
To the west was the Shepherd, representing that Orin was a person that would protect others at all costs, but also represented a burden that she carried that was too great for any one person to bear alone. The scale of whatever bared on her mind must have been immense, though maybe this is why she had to find whatever- or whomever- was important to her.
The last card was the Beast, which struck me as odd at first, but as I watched the card naturally turn to the Shepherd, it was all but confirmed for me. Orin had lost someone dear to her- her other half, and was destined to find her once again. The journey wouldn't be easy for her, as all journeys had complications, but I felt almost compelled, in a way, to agree to care for Orin, at least until the time that she set off to find her destiny within this person. The statuesque woman in white left with the large wintry wolf, and moments later, the frost thawed from the trees and the grounds, and the temperature came back, the sun finally rising from beyond Bezentil and into the sky.
It would be the better part of a tenday before Orin woke up.
