>>5957535Even now, you have various fragmented memories dancing around in your mind. Some vanish before you can get a proper hold on them, only to reappear at odd times or with strange triggers. You tell the group as much, and regale them with recollections. Of a great city in a climate more temperate than this. Of long hours in various polished halls, speaking to nervous students and hardened scholars alike. Of the darkness in some fume-choked chamber. Of laughter. Tears. Desperation.
Death?Zachar cuts off your rambling, crossing his arms. <span class="mu-i">”There you have it. She’s no messenger of the Tree, she’s a madwoman who wandered into the desert. Probably a Utopian chasing some stupid academic theory.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">”You call her a madwoman but revere our Speaker?!”</span> Cahaya’s grip on Zachar’s shoulder tightens. The smaller man winces in pain before slapping at the offending hand, eyes flickering for a few moments. The two look like they’re about to argue before Mikha shouts that they need to reach Craggenrock in a few hours.
Zachar strides off towards Mikha and the lumpenbeast, massaging his head as his eyes stop glowing. Cahaya shakes his head and waves you over to walk by him behind the group. <span class="mu-i">”Don’t mind him, Tree-blessed. He is afraid to see hope.”</span> His hand brushes over his extensive wrappings.
<span class="mu-i">”Many of your visions seem to be from Utopia. Tell me, have you seen anything of TEMPUS?”</span>
Your eyes widen as you double over, lost in an audiovisual barrage of memories.
<span class="mu-s">It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. Your mind latches onto three visions…</span>
>A composed young man armored in pale blue light, valiantly crossing blades with a fiend>The bubbling of a sludgy, thick red substance boiling away in a cauldron>Cheers of a frenzied crowd as a warrior is sent crashing into the stands of a stone coliseum>A wyvern, screeching as someone takes it apart with scholarly precision and recklessness>Tomatoes flying through the air at a gaudy, dramatic stage>You getting thrown into a wall by a fast, red-black blur>An impromptu screaming match AND battle>Peaceful humming by a pond, a man restringing several bows<span class="mu-b">Pick three. The three with the highest votes will win.</span>
Sorry for the tardiness. Also, next update will be tomorrow as I will be watching Axel's outfit reveal. I will still be around to answer questions.
