Black Hand

Gra'akast

Alexis spent several days isolated in the bowels beneath the abandoned building that she started to refer to as the 'Red Keep'. She had rations and water and she poured herself into studying the murals, the primitive paintings and her own sketches, so much so that sometimes the walls seemed to come alive in the flickering light of her small fire.

Alexis focused on any and all depictions, soaking all details of the Ichor of Solitude and it's role on the Breaking of the Trinity. And of course on the Black Hand.

She had built a small fire near the entrance of the catacomb. Often when going over a specific part of the cave she would catch glimpses of movement near it and would turn sharply towards the fire, sure she had seen a man much like Tar sitting by its embers.

Days passed, the world above turned. So isolated she was that sometimes just before she fell asleep she would ponder that she might as well be the last woman on Arcadia.

One night, pouring over her book, she noticed, glyphs from the Obelisk she was seeing in a new light. Symbols that now were easier to put together. Symbols that spoke of the erasure of Ziarae from the Ozainae culture. Or the attempt to do so.

She needed to observe it with fresh eyes. And with her rations dwindling, she decide today was as good a day to venture back into the world...