Revelation

Great Desert of Skulls

As the day waxed, Voah took the first watch, as Gonyaul slept and rested from camouflaging their camp. The former Arbiter sat looking at the shores of the fast-flowing river, at the dangerous beauty of the desert. Everywhere she looked she could she the struggle of the animals and even the vegetation to survive in such an arid and hard place.
Their planned remained the same. To rest during the day and travel at night. They had been lucky so far with the full moon, but that could change in the next few days. Hopefully, they would reach the Holy City soon. Although they both still wondered what was waiting for them. Had this been the right decision? At least Voah knew that any pursuers would be hard pressed to find her here in this mighty desert. She doubted Ostiarium or the Inquisition could pick up her trail for a very long time. She knew the next time she stood in front of Margrave she would not be as lucky has she was last time. It already felt like a lifetime ago she had turned her back on her brothers and sisters and her old life.

The coolish breeze and the babbling sound of the water however made the experience incredibly serene. Probably the most restful she had been in a very long time. Here in the middle of nowhere it was easy to imagine that she could leave all her worries behind. All her troubles, all her doubts and start anew. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she caught herself nodding several times. Voah stood up and approached the edge of the water, wetting her head scarf and slowly washing away the heat, cooling herself off.

As she stood there, her eyes were drawn to her left, the morning heath made the air shimmer, but as she focused her eyes in the distance, she saw that a figure was approaching. She knew she should rouse Gonyaul but for some reason her eyes kept focused on the coming person. Her hand went to the hilt of her sword. She took a few tentative steps towards the incoming figure not sure why as if drawn to it, who she could now tell was a man. He stood at over six foot six , muscular, and carried himself in the manner of a seasoned warrior. His hair was long, white, and wild, cascading over his broad shoulders. He was close enough that she could see he is scarred, especially across his thick arms. There was a presence to him and an impression of barely restrained fury. He was dressed in leather armour that looked ancient but strangely as if it had been created yesterday.

She felt an overwhelming need to prostrate herself at his sudden appearance. His piercing blues bore into Voah. Realisation struck her like a thunderbolt, she felt it in her soul and in her bones. She fell to her knees, tears streaming down her eyes.

Vastad, Lord of War and Justice walked upon the wild shores of Arcadia…