Confrontation

Gra'akast

Tamazzalt stood near the pyre watching the body of the young penitent burn, a plume of black smoke raising high in the night sky, as he has watched the flames leap and dance wildly against the wind. The reaction from most in the crowd had been exactly what he had hoped for. Seeding doubt, fear, anger and zeal. They would need it all in the days to come. And if a new Seer did not emerge from the desert they now knew Tamazzalt, The Ascendant stood poised to lead them into the future and avenge Sister Locust. He looked at at the moon. Not long now. A few more days and he would take over the city and the Ozainae.

Voah - Most in the crowd remained to watch the cremation, voices raised in prayer guidance, fists pounding chests in promise of vengeance and weapons raised to the night sky baying for blood. Some however started to slowly drifting away, returning to their homes and mainly to their camps outside the city walls. You move with them, trying to hide among the crowd, apart from the man with the white eyes you don't see any other Dark Robes moving with you.

Shalia - You could sense the growing frustration in Amastan as she translated the words to you. The worse of it is that he had the support of many among the priests of The Wandering. If a new Seer Locust did not appear, although a huge blow, it would surely be the will of the Twins. He was after all blessed by them. You looked at the flames unsure what to think. Your personal feelings quite different from your duties. And despite it all, you feel the rising of the Sand Horde is now nearer that it was yesterday. You need to clear you mind. You and your retinue move away from the scene wandering the crowded city.