Son of Erehuin

Grayriver Steading - Slivikhi's Clearing

The once Arbiters' questions washed over Ereuhin. These beings so full of hope and dreams, of hate and violence, of love and light, for all their flaws and strengths, would always perceive the world around them in three dimensions. Even when the gods moved among them, and revelation came to them, most would never comprehend what was truly at stake.

"The follower of Slivikhi and His slayer..." she whispered imagining that if she was human she would laugh at the irony of the question and the situation. Both had chosen their path. And the road led to the same place. Outside the walls of the city, harvesting souls for Zinheim and celebrants of Vastad.

"One will kill a friend and another unravel the oldest secret of our age." came the words of the goddess.

"Vastad and Zin have made their moves. Cambena's gambit aproaches fast from the north. The others await to see how the war will play out for this land..."

Before more questions were forthcoming, she reached out to grasp Voah's fingertips. The most intense cold she had ever felt burned her fingertips where the goddess touched her. The Old Mother spoke one last time. "Seek the son of Bloodstone. Touch the symbol on his breastplate. He will help you."