Phoebe Nox
Journeyman
Dwarves, Trolls and Goblins but most importantly a deep chaotic presence loomed over my visions. A division of friend an foe. I have always balanced over good an evil and after meeting my sister my powers seem to have increased. My visions also stronger more vivid. In the past gloom always hung over the swamps and the Fens but now it seems like a land of rainbows and lollipops compared to what I feel stepping out of the swamps. A force pulling me in. Yet still my devotion for Trinsic grows. The half-sister of the great Dragon Lady, Daenyra, has visited several times since elections, her anger grows and the familiar who served her sister, Jaden Rain, came along with her the last visit, the goblin who fights the charybdis had waddled in behind her. With them they brought remnants of the dress, yes, the famous Pink Dress. Creatures always seem to take a liking to me, not sure if it's my charm or the fact there could be worst fates for them, they could be a toad. As I stood watching both the half-sister of the former Governor and the slobbering Goblin standing before me there was a sense of chaos surrounding them. As my stare went from Goblin to Daenyra her face began to wince as she spoke, " My sister is missing, nobody has seen or heard from her since elections, and yesterday her Servant *as she pokes the familar* brought this...", pulling the fabric of the dress out of her pack to show me. The anger was building in her face as she spoke, " I am not sure what has happened to her but the dress smells of goblin pee, *as she glares at the goblin familar* and yes there is the problem it could also be this things pee, even tho she swears it isnt hers", Daenyra somewhat chaotic herself was shaking with anger. " I need your help Witch; I need to find my sister". Blinking at what she was asking of me, this could possibly be the beginning of chaos if I aide her, but yet this one of those dragon folk had always been my friend, how can I not help her at least to locate her sister. Grabbing the piece of dress from her, I held it and closed my eyes, chanting. As I opened my eyes a sense of darkness overcame me as I began to speak, the smell from this dress isnt from this creature with you, it is from another. Guarding what i feared would set her off I kept from her the sense of where the smell had come from. Looking into the eyes of Daenyra I began to say, " This is only the beginning, there has been people scorned and there is chaos coming, my advice is to prepare your people now, evil is coming from all directions, a greater evil then you have ever seen before" ........
* To be continued *
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