Fire and Water

Obelisk of Fate - Outside Gra'akast

Agizul walked away from the city, barefooted, holding his sandals on his left hand, feeling the rapidly cooling sand under his feet.

The last of the travellers were flooding into the city, passing under its huge gates and arches. He looked out across the Great Oasis, watching a solitary boat, floating placid on its surface.

Most, if not all Ozainae in the Holy City had gathered to listen to the Ascendant. Gathered to watch the solitary penitent that had emerged from the Pilgrimage be cremated. He however did not have the stomach for it. For the man's words as of late reeked of self entitlement.

The pale sliver of the waning moon, weakly illuminated his path, and if not for the presence of torches around the walkways he would be stumbling in the dark. Which was exactly how he was feeling. His leader had died while he was away and now he had to face that maybe it was the will of the Gods that she was the last of the Seers. He prayed that was not so. But time was running out.

Absent mindedly his feet took him towards the edge of the Obelisk, which had stood at the edge of the Oasis even before Gra'akast had been raised. He was greeted by empty camps, cold fires and animals wandering around grazing on dry vegetation patches. As the shadow of the Obelisk fell upon him he saw a figure hunched at the base of the mighty pillar furiously sketching away.

Alexis - It was with surprise that she had found most streets empty as she made her way to the Obelisk. She had heard the sound of crowds in the distance but had ignored it. The pilgrim camps around her destination too. But her mind was occupied with something else. The weight under her robe, felt heavy. She cursed herself for a fool. She should have left it behind, hidden away, safe. Worryingly she could not have made herself to part with it. Even for a few hours.

When she reached the Obelisk she sat down and pulled her leather bound book out of her pack and started drawing glyphs and symbols in a new light. The light of revelation. So captured was she by her work that she failed to see the robed man that approached. Only looking up startled when he was standing above her uttering.

"Hello, sister..."