The coming of rain

Gra'akast

There was little more precious in the Great Desert of Skulls that the coming of the rain.

The sudden cold downpour from the cloud above washed down among the gathered crowd uplifting the mood in the square even more to fever pitch celebrations.

The Holy City would not sleep tonight. Men, woman and children would be celebrating the beginning of a new chapter in their long and proud history. Their Immortal leader had chosen a vessel and all was back to normal.

Everyone in the square turned their faces to the skies, raising their hands, to receive the miracle of Yther on their flesh.

Voah and Gonyaul - A few men gathered around the two companions, looked suspiciously at Gonyaul and the strange words he shouted before the Seer addressed the crowd. One went as far as slapping the Vauxian across the back of the head and telling him to bow and be silent. No foreign tongue was to besmirch this most holy of days. Sensing that depsite the joyous mood many here would feel offended by their presence, when the rains started to fall and some of the crowd began to move you quickly decide it is time to return to your hideout.

Tarmen - With his pockets lined with more money than he ever had in his life, the man from Kru'll watches in fascination as the celebratory mood takes on the crowd as the rain washes some of his blood and pain away. He glimpses the figure of a redhead woman addressing the crowd although he cannot be sure of everything that was said. She reminds Tarmen of Islana but he is too far away to see her features properly. Shrugging he decides to find a watering hole, to get some food and drink. Somewhere with a soft bed and a couple of wenches to keep him warm.

Malacost - The bounty hunter knows his time in Gra'akast is coming to an end. He can no longer justify staying here much longer. Even with the help of the Arbiter, there is simply to much info he has gathered to go to waste. He needs to return and inform the Inquisition of what is happening. But before that he needs to speak to Voah one last time.

Shalia - The cold rain washes over you bringing instant joy, relief and excitement, coursing through your veins. The icy touch of countless droplets invigorates you and fills you with a primal energy you have missed since leaving Fang. You look up at the sky. The crescent moon slowly makes its way up hanging above the firmament. You grin casting one last glance at the figure of the new Sister Locust. Tomorrow you demand the audience you were promised to as the foremost emissary of the Odonine. But tonight, Shalia Nix, the Voice of Winter, hunts.

Alexis Still too stunned to comprehend what you have witnessed or even consider the implications of what just happened, you turn around watching the crowds. Some start to part, others dance for joy under the cooling rains. The downpour does not last very long. Maybe a minute or two, washing everyone in the square. Even you can feel the power what just happened. As if the rains come to wash away the world of sin.
You shake your head and suck some moisture from your scarf into your lips. Something catches your eye. Among the crowd you spot, here and there, groups of black robes moving in unison as if following someone.