Dragged by the wind, taken by the stars
Carried with the madness and scars
Carried with the madness and scars
It was amusing, the way they all flock to the statue and the colt panting at its feet like moths drawn to an open flame. They clamber and rush to see, insistent they must be the first to see and discover. Curiosity nips at the Champion’s heels like an ill-mannered mutt as he looks on, but he is nothing if not a patient man.
In time they all begin to separate and go their own separate ways, but Atreus notes how the majority of them take off toward the gate leading into the island, destined to bottleneck once they come upon its entrance. Only then does he care to approach the statue, catching the tail end of a conversation as he does so. ’Maybe I’ll be the one to find it this time,’ a young mare giddily states as she trots alongside her companion, who looks just as determined as she does to find the mystery object. ’Can you imagine getting your hands on Tempus’ relic of all things?’
Dragging his attention away from the pair as they dash away, Atreus’ eyes came to rest on the note and the words it held. Tempus, it was signed, further confirming his suspicions that the Gods had a greater role in what was happening than they apparently cared to let on. He remembered a time when they all had gathered at the top of the highest peak in the Arma Mountains, calling for an audience with each Court’s Council, of which had only ended in tragedy for each of them.
Turning his back on the statue, Atreus now pointed himself back toward the island, his stride slow and fluid as he covered ground. Let him be the one to locate it – or at the very least, figure out who would come to possess it.
"Speaking."
In time they all begin to separate and go their own separate ways, but Atreus notes how the majority of them take off toward the gate leading into the island, destined to bottleneck once they come upon its entrance. Only then does he care to approach the statue, catching the tail end of a conversation as he does so. ’Maybe I’ll be the one to find it this time,’ a young mare giddily states as she trots alongside her companion, who looks just as determined as she does to find the mystery object. ’Can you imagine getting your hands on Tempus’ relic of all things?’
Dragging his attention away from the pair as they dash away, Atreus’ eyes came to rest on the note and the words it held. Tempus, it was signed, further confirming his suspicions that the Gods had a greater role in what was happening than they apparently cared to let on. He remembered a time when they all had gathered at the top of the highest peak in the Arma Mountains, calling for an audience with each Court’s Council, of which had only ended in tragedy for each of them.
Turning his back on the statue, Atreus now pointed himself back toward the island, his stride slow and fluid as he covered ground. Let him be the one to locate it – or at the very least, figure out who would come to possess it.
STAFF EDIT***
@Atreushas rolled a 6! A Random Event thread will be started for him shortly, please dm @sid if you have any questions!
be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive
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