Chasing Visions|Naurorod

[Northen Light36]

Celesta is fairly dirty and visibly tired when she finally reaches the area shown to her in her dream, but still there's an air of satisfaction and expectation around the yound woman. Still as silent as she's been thoughout the trip, Celesta waits, looking around curiously.

[Kender Bard]

Celesta had found the place in her dreams... but there was nothing there, aside from frost and a cold wind.

And then, in an eyeblink, there's a lone woman, bundled in warm furs - much like the Fire types had adopted for the snows - sitting on a smooth boulder.

[Northen Light36]

No longer compelled by the power of her dreams, Celesta is more then a little fearful, but she gathers her courage enough to whisper, "Are you one of the Forces? Were you the one to call me here?"

[Kender Bard]

"You are very perceptive," the woman chuckles in a deep voice, vaguely womanly. "Can you figure out which of the Forces I am though?" She rises and pulls a wolfskin cloak tighter about herself, staring hard at Celesta.

[Northen Light36]

Celesta trembles, but she looks over the Force with care. All the tales say Soahc and Taed prefer a male form, she can think of little reason for Thuoth to be interrested in her, not that she can think of a reason for any Force to be interrested in her, and this woman appears more muscular then Celesta had ever imagined Efil or Etaf to be. "Are you... the Force of growth, Worg?" she whispers.

[Kender Bard]

Worg chuckles, "That I am. Very good! I knew I had chosen well." She rises and approaches Celesta, slowly, now grave again. "So many supernatural events, all occurring in so short of a time span. We Forces have barely had a chance to get our proverbial breath back when another comes rearing its head." She looked beyond Celesta a moment. "It is all leading to something. What, though, even I cannot say." Shifting her stare back, she goes on, "The world has need to borrow the strength of the future, lest there be no future. Tell me, Celesta, would you pay sacrifice in order to help save the world?"

[Northen Light36]

Celesta shivers, her eyes wide with fear and her mouth suddenly as Naurorod. She has to swallow a few times before she can make herself ask, "What sacrifice is required of me?"

[Kender Bard]

Worg frowned, not appreciating the hesitation. She reminded herself that Celesta was only mortal and replied, "You will see and know things that no mortal is meant to see or know. You will become alienated from, not only your friends and kin, but from fellow man. You will be not quite human and not quite divine. You will no longer possess your signs. Are you up to this task?"

[Northen Light36]

For a moment terror floods Celesta and she wants desperately to say no, go home and pretend this never happened...but then something else wakes in her. If she says yes, she might actually be able to change something, perhaps even save people from whatever has made even the Forces nervous. If she ran away now, went back to just being a stand in for the high priest, she'd never know if she could have effected what's coming. Taking a deep beath, Celesta replied, "I don't know if any mortal is up to such a task, but I will do my best."

[Kender Bard]

Worg gives an approving nod. "Then it is good that you are about to transcend mortality, eh?" In a swift movement, the Force lays her hand over Celesta's eyes, thumb pressing - not too hard - against her forehead. The Force awakens things in Celesta that lie dormant, floods her mind with knowledge of the world, the Forces, even the Elements. Her signs fade away, painlessly, and in their place comes an intangible replace, a true power over the future.

Worg removes her hand. "Celesta, I name you my Avatar of time. Aging is but one facet in the quest for growth; I give you power over that facet. Make a place here so that people might travel to you and beseech your gift for the greater good."

[Northen Light36]

Her fear having vanished along with her signs, Cascata smiles at the Force. "I will do as you say, Worg. Thank you for having thought well enough of me for this."

[Kender Bard]

Worg smiles faintly and nods; then she's gone, as if she wasn't even there.