Reforging Destiny

The chortling laughter of Avacyn's companions inspired confidence in the young brute that maybe he would stand a chance at solving his sister's enigmatic riddles and pass his soul mating trial. However, the intimidating words of the male raven did little to continue that inspiration of faith as he was posed with the second riddle to finding Avacyn's location. This time, the riddle was much more cryptic, alluding to things Saracyn had little or even no knowledge about. A sanctuary for things forgotten by creatures of the past? The fuck did that mean?! The confusion furrowed the Commander's brow, but before he could ask any questions, both ravens were alighting and taking off in the air. The temptation to have his raptors pursue them was greater than ever... but still he resisted. Avacyn was worth doing things right for.

"Well, shit..." muttered a frustrated and bewildered Saracyn, chewing on his lip while he slumped back on his haunches to think. Stone ruins... The only place he knew that had ruins like that close by was the Stone Steppe, so that could work. But what the hell had that bit about a sanctuary for forgotten things meant? With no clue what he was doing, Saracyn got back to his paws and hurried his way over to the neighboring territory, arriving a short while later. He was very familiar with the Stone Steppe, but trying to figure out what a sanctuary for rats meant perplexed him. After spending a couple of hours searching through the ruins, Saracyn was growing frustrated. It was all just old crumbling rock! How was he supposed to find anything here?

Just as he was beginning to give up hope, Veior gave an alerting caw and the Mendacium prince spotted a small family of rats go scampering into one of the larger dilapidated structures, vanishing from sight with some food clutched in their mouths. A curious brow raised over one eye and he proceeded to follow them inside. At first, Sara didn't find anything—until he nearly stumbled down into an exposed hole at the back of the ruins. It was a bit of a snug squeeze for the dire brute to fit himself down into the underground corridor, but once down, he found himself in some old cellars. Decaying wood shelves lined with old bottles of unidentifiable liquids lined the walls, and they continued to span off in all directions from this central hub. But he wasn't interested in any of that. What he was interested in was the trio of ravens perched almost silently above his head from where he'd come in. A triumphant grin peeled across his lips as he gazed up at Avacyn's companions,. "Found you," he declared proudly, tail wagging against the dusty, dirty floor while he waited for his next clue.

"Saracyn Mendacium"