He had watched the eruption of the volcano, watched the ash fill the sky and make his breathing difficult. He had watched a bridge appear out of nowhere, a path leading him towards the unknown. What he should have found on the other side of the bridge was a volcanic island newly formed, a place where nothing grew and the footing was treacherous. But after the mysterious ivy that had grown out of nowhere, released upon the world was an island more beautiful than he could have ever imagined.
This island was not filled with volcano rock and hardened lava as one might expect. Instead, it had been created with such beauty. The beaches were lined with white sands, unlike the black sands he assumed would be there. Birds flew over the skies and mysterious creatures circled the surrounding seas. Perhaps what was most surprising was the luscious forest that looked so green and alive. It was as if someone with magic as similar as his own had simply created this island by hand. Someone had picked out each and every detail and ensured that it was nothing short of perfect. The handiwork was spectacular and Rhone could only “ooh” and “ah”.
But Rhone did not come here to oogle at the masterpiece that was laid out before him. He had heard the rumors of a relic of Tempus. He had heard others talking about the relic and what it might look like. They claimed it was made of pearls, of gold, of marble. Someone say it was adorned with diamonds and other jewels. And yet, Rhone did not believe that. If the relic was indeed a physical object, he thought it might be plainer…like a simple oil lamp from the stories of Aladdin or the holy grail from the stories of Indiana Jones. Lavish design did not make relics, but the stores and traditions passed along because of them did.
He steps foot just into the forest, unsure of where he is going and what he is looking for. He takes comfort in knowing that his god is watching over him, making sure his steps are fruitful. He may not be the one who finds the relic, but he will have an adventure to talk about come tomorrow. And just as he takes another step forward, a twig snaps behind him and he turns to see who has approached. "Have you come in search of the relic too?" He has always been a friendly soul, someone who prefers the company of others. While he might not feel worthy enough to be in the presence of another, he will not let that show. "You are welcome to join me." And he offers the stranger a smile, a sweet invitation to spend the afternoon with him. After all, if anything, they would have some good company.
ooc: For anyone who wants to accompany Rhone on a journey <3
