Evening Vespers

In the distance the call of a lone coyote echoed out across the terra. No other voices joined its mournful cry. He dimly wondered if his mother had been harassing the creatures again. She did seem to pursue more than her fair share of blood and trouble though he didn't feel he had any control over her. Ashiel turned to Meph with a grin and nodded. He'd be pleased to instruct the younger male in what he could. "Find me again when you wish to start. I'd like to spar against you first to see where your skills lie. We can go from there."

Would you tell me the story of how you became an oracle, too? That seems like an interesting transition.

Ashiel hesitated but nodded. While he wasn't terribly comfortable yet with the events that led him to such a position he figured it would be beneficial to share the store, for both him and the boy. "I was the alpha of the Eclipse Empire. We'd been having trouble with heavy rains and mudslides. Once I cracked my head during a storm and had visions. I ignored them. I thought they were just dreams. Then in the great flood that destroyed the canyon in which we made our home I was seized by the river and dragged down its depths." He resisted the urge to shudder. Some days when the evenings were cool and he held still enough Ashiel could almost feel the weight of the water pressing in on him. "I lost consciousness and had another vision, more vivid than the one before in which the Fallen god, Lord Abraxas, was speaking to me. He gave me my life back so that I might relay his message."



"Talk"