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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cthulhu's Librarian" data-source="post: 972183" data-attributes="member: 11064">Finn walked a short distance away, towards the center of the field to the side of the barn, and sat where the late morning sun shone upon his face. "Pelor, lord of light, what are your reasons for..." He was cut of mid sentance by a sharp pain in his forhead followed by a flash of light, then everything went black and he keeled over. Images flashed into his mind-a bearded man holding a horn, riding on the back of a young female centaur; a village burning, with the bodies of women and children cut down by twisted beastmen as they fled; the horn lying on the ground, blood pooled around it; a large stone cairn set into the side of a hill covered with oak trees; the female centaur weaping; the bearded man lying upon a stone slab, the horn resting on his chest; and finally a large stone being rolled into place over the entrance to the cairn.  Finn propped himself up on one elbow just as his companions reached him. Drakar was muttering something about another blackout. The centaur was still standing in the doorway to the barn, gripping her spear and watching them closely. She was the one in the vision Pelor had just given him. Older, yes, but definitely the same. Rix offered Finn his hand. "Boy, just how much have you been drinking? Thats the second time you've gone over today." Finn ignored Rix's questioning, pulling himself up with and brushing the grass from his clothes. He walked back towards the barn, not meeting the centaurs gaze until he stood before her. "My lady, I believe we have something to discuss. Pelor doesn't usually grant me visions, occasionally he will give me vague hints or prods me in a direction, and only after long prayers. Just now, however, I have received a vision with a ferocity I have never experienced.""Yes? Well, out with it. I don't have all day to stand here, and I warn you, the wrong words from your mouth, and you'll be better aquainted with this spear than you want." She still looked fierce, but the sparrow on her shoulder was hopping back and forth, breaking the full effect. Regardless, Finn was sure that she would run him through with the spear without hesitation, should he say anything that insulted her. "In my vision, I saw a village burning, the inhabitants slaughtered. A man, red bearded, riding on a centaur. You were that centaur." Finn watched as her face grew pale, and she gripped the spear tighter, knuckles whitening. Regardless, he continued. "I also saw him, buried in a cairn, with a horn upon his chest. The importance of this horn can not be ignored, as it was the focus of several images Pelor saw fit to show me. I believe you knew this man well, and know of that which I speak." He looked to the ground, ready to feel the spear in his belly. "I'm sorry."He heard a clattering, and looked up. The centaur had dropped the spear, and as he watched she fell to her knees, hands covering her face, tears streaming down her cheeks. After a minute, she seemed to steady herself, and looked at Finn. "I believe we have much to discuss. Please, all of you. Come in. I apologise for the lack of places to sit, but as you can see, I have no use for chairs." With a shudder, she rose, turned and walked back into the barn, tears still falling.</blockquote>

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