Thread: Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands [Ariamella & grungeknuckle]

A low rumble sounded in the a earth, something that was unnatrual as it was unexpected. Then, a steady beat of heavy drums filled the air and The scene shifted. Animals came pouring out of the woods and forests from some unknown fear. Behind them came creatures of darkness, creatures that existed in only mzyths and tales, and yet they were walking towards...towards Gwynathel. The scene shifted once more, but the surroundings were covered in blackness and fire. Six faces could be seen lying cold on the floor, each of their bodies mutilated and torn apart. The oracles were dead. Felicity opened her eyes to the warm room of the Oracles' Chamber, a grand space of ornate decor. Her brows furrowed together in confusion, her deep blue eyes searching for an answer in what she had seen. All around her, five other humans like herself had the same expression. She knew then that they had all seen variations of the same thing. Anduin, the High Oracle, raised his voice. I have forseen the fall of the city, of its people, of ourselves. Felicity, dear, how much time do we have, can you see? I...Thirty minutes. No, wait... An internal feeling rushed through the girl as she sensed the change. An hour at best. Anduin, what exactly is coming? Another asked, a male named Fellin. Something that has not been seen for centuries. The Underfolk are coming. We must tell the citizens and get them out. And what of us? Fellin asked, What is our fate? We are the protectors of this city. Meet me by the archer's tower near the south entrance...we will escape into the wilderness and travel to Orianthe to warn the others. Go now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Blood lined the streets, tinging the stone with red as people ran. In the distance, Felicity could see the Underfolk, creatures whose skin was dark as night, watching as they tore through the buildings and to the Oracles' Chamber that was sitting atop a small hill in the center of Gwynathell. The City of Sight, as some called it, was home to beings of many races. Humans, elves, mages, and others that lived in the neighboring countryside. But more importantly, city-state itself was home to the Oracles, a group of six humans who had the ability to see some aspect of the future. The magic varied from Seer to Seer some could see definite futures, some could see events that would happen in the far future, and still others could see the nearer future. And then there was Felicity, a young Seer of only 20 years, who could sense the likeliness of most every possible outcome of a certain situation. It would've been likened to seeing percentages, and every action around her manipulated each outcome to becomw more or less likely to happwn. It was almost as if luck were on her side. Admittedly, it was rare for her to ever have visions of what was to come, unless it was with her companions, but her own gift proved to be helpful in many situations. Sadly, she was alone now, making her way through nearly empty streets. It had been nearly two hours since she and the others left their hilltop home to warn the citizens of Gwynathell, ushering them to safe paths for leave. Unfortunately, the Underfolk had arrived sooner than expected and few whole families had been saved. She had sent her own family away and was heading toward the south entrance to the city when she stopped, sensing that her death was likely to happen had she went that way. So she hid, crouching behind a barricade of carts that covered a hidden alleyway. Periodically, her mind tasted the outcomes of each escape route, and each time her heart sank deeper and deeper into a pit of despair. Survival for her was slim to none. But then, a flutter of hope tickled her senses. Had she imagined it? ...No, for it was still there. A chance of escape was drawing near...closer...and closer. She would know what it was when it arrived, and there was no way she would pass up a chance to live. Another hour and she definitely would have been caught...and killed. Eagerly, she turned to keep an eye on the streets, blonde hair softly rustling in the slight breeze.