Thread: Whispers In The New World //CyanideDisaster & Lotherio//

Silently Olar BrIsa sat in the tree, as a light downpour came and passed, the droplets padding on the leaves around him before trickling through the branches to fall around him. The shoulders of his leather doublet darkened slightly with the water they received as did the sleeves of his under-jerkin. Taking the thong from his hair, he smoothed it out with the new dampness once the downpour had passed and then he reset it in the hair piece and put it over his back once more and out of the way. It was his job this day to scout the wilds around the settlement, keep an eye out for wandering beasties. Hed of rather gone hunting today, but that was not his choir. From his vantage he could see the dangling yellow things holding the orbs as well as the green signs with the markings. He couldnt read it, but it had the markings 25 Major MacKenzie Drive, this above another marking of Richmond Hill with an arrow that must of indicated something. Olar grunted at the arrow, most of been an indication that danger was in that direction, not far from his post today. Best not to think of it, he spent some time checking the fletching on his arrows, the rest of the day observing the growth, listening for sounds in the forest that indicated the large mammals were moving. Some were tall as this tree and larger, but those werent so close. The smaller ones might, the ones Kaluwa sized, he was confident an arrow would stop or deter them at least. He sat this way until the bonfire was lit, he could see it in the distance as dark approached. Usually he took night shifts, but today he was summoned to a meeting, he would have opportunity to be amongst the kaluwa, he would have to be open and talkative, not his strong point, but it was required of him. By the time Olar was at the feast, Ramoli was finishing mixing the compound. He was low on substance but he had enough to finish this experiment and, should it work, make this batch to help the kaluwa. Rubbing his hands along the length of his velvet-like robes, he toke a moment to adjust the lens to really watch the reaction before him. It wasnt his lens, one of the scouts had found it and he discovered that its magic, the magic of the ones before them, helped him to see both at a distance and up close, at the same time. It was a wondrous artifact and it helped him immensely in his work. There was only one lens and some of the craftsmen had fixed it with bone and leather that it could be mounted on his shoulder and always been in front of his eye when he needed it. Again a knock came at the door, he knew he was summoned to a meeting to take place after the meeting but he was sure they understood his work was just as important. Busy, I shall answer the call when finished, he called out. The response wasnt a messenger boy this time, but one of the elders now, Come join us Ramoli, these paths we lay before you are for more important to the people than your alchemy this day. Silence followed but Ramoli knew he lingered outside the door. Drawing a heavy sigh, thankful the wood of the door would silence the gesture, he set the magical lens down and hesitantly walked away from his concoction. There was a pause to remove the small fire and snuff it, least the building burn down. He might miss the food of the feast by the way hed heard it called, but he would not be late for the meeting at least.