1.2 Hommes Optare
The vision from Amurisil troubled Eltera immensely. The ancient blade had always been a source of comfort and friendship for the normally isolated and lonely Svari. Now, even the blade seemed to haunt her, even if the vision might be a warning to her.
And, even of that she could not be certain.
Backlash.
The word contained a range of meanings, many of which the Svari did not believe intoned well for her. Perhaps the witches had incurred some type of curse upon the blade? Maybe the blade had not responded well to attempting to heal her while the greensight had possessed her? Eltera hoped that the vision had been nothing more than a foresight of something she might never see. Her greatest fear was that the witches had somehow changed the very nature of the blade and she had facilitated that through the greensight.
With a timid and near trembling hand, she set the sheathed blade back upon the table with a gentle hand. She had sought comfort and solace in the blade to find a vision wholly unexpected and unwelcome. However she might feel about it though, she would need answers. The blade, while her greatest friend, had proved enigmatic in terms of its history, purpose, and even persona. She felt intricately linked to it, however somewhat lost with it, as if she was uncertain of what the weapon wanted.
Eltera would need answers and her sources within Drace were lacking.
Turning back to the cabin, she admired the thought that Rentiki had shown through his structuring of the cabin. It was fairly large and well-rounded with possessions to a point of not being cramped. It was nautical and primal with a hint of the exotic in the masks. Eltera admired them, even approaching one and running a dark finger along it's smooth exterior. A dark mask with white stripes had caught her attention for obvious reasons.
Checking the rest of the room and the books, she found herself somehow not disappointed that she could not read the strange languages. She did not know where this 'gift' had arisen from or how it might otherwise affect her. There was a bereft of available information concerning everything that was troubling Eltera lately. Information concerning what had happened to her in Ilvern and with The Eye was equally as unavailable as information concerning Ayaleska.
Her life, as usual, seemed troubled by more questions then she had answers. It was something she would have to attempt to rectify through some means.
Turning from the desk, the rattling caught her attention. She turned back, expecting to see the desk perhaps rocking from a lull in the ship or from some other movement. Instead, she was met by a cascade of pieces of bone that whirled with unnatural life. Turning back to retrieve Amurisil, she was instead greeted by a snake that had reformed and was now facing her with an open, silent, and vicious looking mouth that was highlight by its sharp fangs.
Holding her breath, the unsteady feeling in her stomach knotted more heavily. Eltera did not move, instead watching the undead beast with all her attention. Her options seemed limited at best. The beast was between herself and her only obvious weapons. The blanket, a possible defense, was a step behind her and on the floor. Her only protection was the thin cotten shirt she wore, which gave her no confidence, but her speed and agility was her usual means to help herself. The beast bore no eyes and any magical darkness she could shroud them within would likely be useless.
With a low voice, she attempted to call out, "Rentiki . . .” With the word, she watched the undead snake with all her attention, keeping an eye on the door by the edge of her vision.
The vision from Amurisil troubled Eltera immensely. The ancient blade had always been a source of comfort and friendship for the normally isolated and lonely Svari. Now, even the blade seemed to haunt her, even if the vision might be a warning to her.
And, even of that she could not be certain.
Backlash.
The word contained a range of meanings, many of which the Svari did not believe intoned well for her. Perhaps the witches had incurred some type of curse upon the blade? Maybe the blade had not responded well to attempting to heal her while the greensight had possessed her? Eltera hoped that the vision had been nothing more than a foresight of something she might never see. Her greatest fear was that the witches had somehow changed the very nature of the blade and she had facilitated that through the greensight.
With a timid and near trembling hand, she set the sheathed blade back upon the table with a gentle hand. She had sought comfort and solace in the blade to find a vision wholly unexpected and unwelcome. However she might feel about it though, she would need answers. The blade, while her greatest friend, had proved enigmatic in terms of its history, purpose, and even persona. She felt intricately linked to it, however somewhat lost with it, as if she was uncertain of what the weapon wanted.
Eltera would need answers and her sources within Drace were lacking.
Turning back to the cabin, she admired the thought that Rentiki had shown through his structuring of the cabin. It was fairly large and well-rounded with possessions to a point of not being cramped. It was nautical and primal with a hint of the exotic in the masks. Eltera admired them, even approaching one and running a dark finger along it's smooth exterior. A dark mask with white stripes had caught her attention for obvious reasons.
Checking the rest of the room and the books, she found herself somehow not disappointed that she could not read the strange languages. She did not know where this 'gift' had arisen from or how it might otherwise affect her. There was a bereft of available information concerning everything that was troubling Eltera lately. Information concerning what had happened to her in Ilvern and with The Eye was equally as unavailable as information concerning Ayaleska.
Her life, as usual, seemed troubled by more questions then she had answers. It was something she would have to attempt to rectify through some means.
Turning from the desk, the rattling caught her attention. She turned back, expecting to see the desk perhaps rocking from a lull in the ship or from some other movement. Instead, she was met by a cascade of pieces of bone that whirled with unnatural life. Turning back to retrieve Amurisil, she was instead greeted by a snake that had reformed and was now facing her with an open, silent, and vicious looking mouth that was highlight by its sharp fangs.
Holding her breath, the unsteady feeling in her stomach knotted more heavily. Eltera did not move, instead watching the undead beast with all her attention. Her options seemed limited at best. The beast was between herself and her only obvious weapons. The blanket, a possible defense, was a step behind her and on the floor. Her only protection was the thin cotten shirt she wore, which gave her no confidence, but her speed and agility was her usual means to help herself. The beast bore no eyes and any magical darkness she could shroud them within would likely be useless.
With a low voice, she attempted to call out, "Rentiki . . .” With the word, she watched the undead snake with all her attention, keeping an eye on the door by the edge of her vision.