Dealthagar/footfalls onto the green
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Dealthagar sat in a tight lotus in the midst of his newly transplanted grove. Food bearing and fruit growing trees had been his primary goal: apple trees from Vesper, peach trees from Skara, cacao from Papua, cherrys from Makoto and even a few maple from northern Yew. If he was to grow a garden for his wife, the need for renewing life seemed to be important. Even the flowers he had planted were designed to give the best yield for the beehive he intended to place.
He was used to meditating in his inner sanctum. The sealed room, the scent of chemicals, reagents musty books and ancient remains were a comfort to him. Out here, the breeze distracted him. It carried the scent of the last gasp of autumn: flowers fading for the winter, the burning of turning leaves, ocean spray, meat smoking and a dozen other scents of the nearby world preparing to shutter the windows for the long cold night of winter. Unlike the silece of his sanctum, the sounds of the world assaulted him as well: wind passing through the half bare trees, scattering thier fallen leaves, farmers harvesting the last of the wheat, corn and squash, children of the refugees of Ter Mur forgetting thier fears and loss and playing in what was probably the last warm few warm days before the snow falls.
Every sound, every scent distracted him. He growled at his inability to focus. Manipulating his hands to form the sacred sigils of Unorus, he chanted under his breath. "Ante be ápta kred. Ven mistas. Vaskorpágra anwis. Pritasdesa." Lifting himself himself on his fingertips, he contuned to chant, centering his mind on his body and bringing his body to peace. "Unorusku besa unoarusanku. Mistas i Ord. Ven tútas. Tútaslem."
The garden throbbed. The pulse of life rushed through him. Without thought, without reason, without the fetters of the universe, Dealthagar's mind expanded and the visions washed over him. Long before he formed the Awakening, before he joined the Ebon Skull, before he had been a lowly scribe within the halls of the Lyucaem he had been the seventh son of a seventh son: a seer, an Oracle. When he had the Vision of the Abyss, he could better control his gift, but the results were always tinged with the destructive aura of Oblivion. He had used the tanks in the castle in Yew to provoke and temper his visions while part of the Awakening initially. It had been years since he had been taken unaware by an impending prophetic vision.
He sat in the garden, dreamily watching a laughing Ceinwyn playing hide-and-seek inbetween the trees with a small girl with huge eyes and long dark lashes. A small boy with pale hair sat next to a mud puddle smiling as he wrote in the muck making familiar sigils. In a ghost-like haze, an older gargish woman appeared from the teleporter. "Come children, your father says it is time to wash up and change. Guests will begin arriving for your birthday party soon."
As the children voiced displeasure at the ending of thier games, Ceinwyn tutted at them. "Your father is right. It is a special day for you two, and I'm sure a good number of your cousins are coming. There will be plenty of fun to still have today." She ushered the children towards the teleporter with one hand, holding the small of her back with the other. He knew the look on her face. Her rounding belly was slowing her, but her pride would not let her admit it to anyone.
The vision ended and Dealthagar opened his eyes. He was laying prone on the grass, and the sun had set. A light drizzle was falling and he was soaked to the bone. Rising, he shivvered. A long hot bath, a change of clothing and a hot meal were needed while he mulled the importance of what he had seen.
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"You should know about the magics tied to my line, chev." Ceinwyn played with the necklace Dealthagar wore with a single finger as she nestled in his arms. He loved it when she was playful. It brought out a joy in her eyes that captured his heart as if it was the first time he saw her. "Have I told you about it?"
Gesturing with his free arm, the curtains closed, the lamps dimmed and the fire grew low. "No my love." In his mind he smiled. It would have something to do with twins. Looking at the new dress hanging on the armoire, the same dress she wore in the vision...the omens were clear. Tonight would be the night.
Gargish translation for the non-speakers
Ante be ápta kred. Ven mistas. Vaskorpágra anwis. Pritasdesa
Be of the proper mind. Find the balance. Do battle with false wisdom. Be of Singularity.
Unorusku besa unoarusanku. Mistas i Ord. Ven tútas. Tútaslem.
Exist within and without the virtues. Balance and Order. Find the whole. Be the whole.
Original Post Date: Sat Nov 12, 2011