Seeing Life|Raynham | Reave

[Devon]

Sage sat in his study yawning over some notes he had taken while in Sensatian. He was giving the embassy a bit of a break to come back and compare some things with Lord Trevor. Everyone had urged him to get some sleep, but as usual he ignored it for work.

[Kender Bard]

You should sleep, Efil agreed with him, seizing him an abrupt vision in a manner more commonly attributed with Etaf. Her voice was a sigh through his head. But you're not going to. There's some important work that we need to get done, star-child. Evil's children have been up to mischief.

Her lay out of the events was detailed, however. Like with some of the others receiving details, she had him watch through the events as they unfolded, completely, from start to finish in such a way to enhance his ability to retain the information.

We Forces are not able to mend this damage done directly for reasons that I do not have time to go into at this time. You will learn later on. What is important now is that you reach out to my beloved, the hurt or the healers, and give them my rings so that I can call them to me in my time of need.

Shadow. The name was crooned softly, sadly. The picture of the man as he stood with a look of fatigue and sorrow on his face, lifted briefly as a ghostly figure of a woman comes to stand at his side. Maelstrom.

Dart. The tailor closing up his shop and heading home, to be with his daughter and to unwind, pausing to smile as his dear friend reaches out mentally to murmur something endearing and kind into his mind. Sensatia.

Artica. The Rondian who found home in the desert, standing with her clanmates and talking to her dark-skinned niece. There's a sense of fatigue around her but she soldiers on to see to the needs of her people first. Naurorod.

Mikasi. The Mind healer, mute and receptive, leaning forward as he sifted through the thoughts of the broken, tortured mind that bared itself to him, yearning to heal and soothe. Sensatia.

Teardrop. The once-slave child come so far, as she strolls through the Sensatian embassy to speak on behalf of a whole nation. The eloquent, diplomatic young ambassador starts in surprise as her beloved sneaks up for a kiss. Talen'sul.

Aideen. The bright-eyed healer was seen kneeling beside an injured clanmate, wrapping their wounds up with skilled, gentle care. As the Naurite tears up a bit, she murmured something to ease his pain and bring a small smile to his face. Naurorod.

Saph. The older man was seen hiking up in the hills around his home, pausing to survey the land for any hidden dangers; though he knows there aren't any. This is a path he traverses often. He takes a deep breath of mountain air and forges onward. Talen'sul.

Tavin and Tavia. The married healer couple work together to tend to a sick family, administer herbs and words of comfort. The pair exchange a knowing look at the fussy father of the house and a small smile. A healer's work is never done, but at least they can work side by side. Talen'sul.

These are my faithful. Please, Sage, go forth and bring my rings to them. I will have need of them soon and only through this ornamentation can I gather them quickly and easily when our plans in the heavens are complete.

There's a fluttering of wings and Efil half-forms, mostly spiritual still but with some form. She is ethereal, lovely and horrid as her wounds drip and her soot-streaked feathers limply fall out and flutter down, disappearing before they hit the ground. She leans forward and kisses his forehead gently, leaving a bloody smear where her warm lips touched. "Thank you," she whispered before disappearing.

[Devon]

Sage sat there for a moment letting it all sink in. It was times like this he wished he would listen to his friends and rest more. Not that he didn't doubt Efil would have just woken him if she needed to, but at least a rested mind would be able to wrap itself around what happened faster.

Mikasi, Dart, and Shadow he had heard from, the former from his trips to Sensatia and the latter from talks with Trevor over the different rulers throughout the lands. Glancing around he looked for the rings Efil spoke of. First he'd secure those, get a few hours of sleep, and then begin his journey.

[Kender Bard]

They were near at hand, resting on the desk he was seated at. The rings were really quite beautiful--a shining white-gold band. Simple and unadorned. There were nine.

[Devon]

Sage took the rings and put them away in his pouch quickly. These weren't something he could just lose after all nor did he intend to, pushing himself away from his desk he went to bed to get some sort of rest before he started.

The next day he was up early quickly making his way to Trevor's to speak with him. "Lord Trevor," Sage said.

Trevor looked up surprised to see someone at his office this early. Currently he was with his triplets. "Ah Sage, what is it that you need?" he asked

"Efil visited me last night..Morilanta has released demons again and I have to go deliver rings to her chosen," he said glancing towards the triplets quickly. He didn't want to scare the kids after all.

Trevor studied Sage for a second, he trusted this man so he didn't doubt his words. "Any resources you need, name them and I'll make sure you get them."

[Kender Bard]

"Demons!" Elegy squealed in fright. "Daddy, don't let the demons get us!"

"There's no such thing," Cantata retorted. "They're made up like faeries and shadow-men. Daddy and Sage are just trying to scare us."

[Devon]

"I'm not afraid of a demon," Legato told his sisters, puffing out his chest.

Trevor looked to Sage for a second, but he didn't seem angry, it couldn't be helped after all. "You're right Cantata, Sage and I are just joking. My parents used to tell me the same thing when I was a boy so I'd behave," Trevor told his children.

Legato laughed, "I bet you weren't scared Daddy," he said proudly.

Trevor smiled at his son, ruffling his hair before turning back to Sage. "Make your preparations and let me know before you leave."