GruTheWanderer
First Post
The six of you are resting in a country villa in the land of Dwer, taking a break from perilous adventure and valiant quests. The warm spring air carries the scent of a plentiful breakfast, and the day promises entertainments of various kinds. You could almost imagine settling down to rustic farmlife on a day like today.
Until the vision comes...
A cerulean sea of cystal stretches away in every direction. Above, thunderheads charge across the night sky, flashing and rumbling. The sea remains calm for another heartbeat, then glows dimly. Gradually it brightens until all the sea, from horizon to horizon, blazes. But brighter still is a point of burning intensity rising from the deep. Brighter and brighter it shines as it comes closer and closer to the surface. It is too brilliant to make out a shape against the light. As the object threatens to break the surface of the now-roiling crystal sea, a voice of heartbreaking clarity speaks (and you know it speaks specifically to Verra):
"I awaken. Find me. You are One Who Will Choose."
The vision dissolves as something breaks the surface....
Until the vision comes...
A cerulean sea of cystal stretches away in every direction. Above, thunderheads charge across the night sky, flashing and rumbling. The sea remains calm for another heartbeat, then glows dimly. Gradually it brightens until all the sea, from horizon to horizon, blazes. But brighter still is a point of burning intensity rising from the deep. Brighter and brighter it shines as it comes closer and closer to the surface. It is too brilliant to make out a shape against the light. As the object threatens to break the surface of the now-roiling crystal sea, a voice of heartbreaking clarity speaks (and you know it speaks specifically to Verra):
"I awaken. Find me. You are One Who Will Choose."
The vision dissolves as something breaks the surface....
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