‘Not Tsillah’s way’ was not what he had expected, nor did he want to hear from Enya next. Still, he tried to remain calm and listen to her explanation. It wasn’t worth getting worked up about. She motioned for him to look down at his reflection in the water, and he did. His blue gaze stared back at him. He thought he understood what she was saying now… Maybe. He relaxed. This was one of Tsillahs trials, wasn't it?
He was so fixated on the water that he didn’t notice Enya's movements, though he listened intensely to her words. They confirmed this was indeed a test. He squinted. Determination swelled inside him to pass whatever this test was. He got the impression Enya wasn’t going to give him answers. Tsillah wanted him to figure it out independently. This wouldn’t be as easy as he had hoped. He sighed, the question echoing inside his mind… who was it?
He stared into the water; the ripples seemed to form shapes now. It was almost like they were trying to tell him something, but he couldn’t quite figure it out. Doing his best to clear his mind, he concentrated on the ripples, shapes, and colors. Something was beginning to form now.
(Dice roll for perception)
If success: ------
The ripples seemed to dance in strange patterns. Gradually, he seemed to recognize more and more shapes on the surface, and the water appeared more flame-like than liquid. His surroundings began to fade, and his consciousness was transported to another time and place. A wall of flames surrounded him, along with a sense he was in danger.
Desperately, he looked for a way to escape. Over the fire was the only way out. Stretching his wings, he was prepared to fly upward, above the rising fires, but something stopped him. He had taken that path before already. He could remember it now; this was a vision from the past. He knew he wasn’t here to re-live it. He was here to learn something from it. This was a mere vision, and the flames could not hurt him, no matter how real they may have seemed at that moment.
He’d spin himself around, facing the being that stalked him. He knew this was some god, but it wasn’t Tsillah. The gods' eyes shined with the surrounding flames, a sense of sick satisfaction in his gaze. This was the one who wanted his chained. This was why he was so afraid. The startlement jolted him back to reality. His heart raced, and he struggled to catch his breath.
“There is another god who wants me in chains,” he said as he tried to collect himself. “They were made of an intense burning light… I…” He’d sit back down, once again glancing at his reflection in the water. The surface continued to ripple, but the shapes and colors were gone. “I … think it might have been Ohr.” The intense light seemed fitting. He was the deity of their enemies, after all. There was no other explanation. There is no other reason for a god to be so angry with him. It was a realization that perhaps he didn’t want but one that he needed anyway. Strangely, he felt less afraid now.
“I want to dedicate myself to Tsillah fully.” he’d state, a firmness coming over his vocals. “Do you think some kind of offering would help to connect with her more?” He’d turn around to face Enya again. “What kind of things does she like?”
If fail: ----
He could almost see it but was afraid to look. His heart beat heavily in his chest, and he closed his eyes. The vision disappeared. “I don’t know, maybe I’m not ready yet,” he’d say, a sigh escaping him. “I know I have to figure it out myself, but I’m hesitant.” Disappointment washed over him as he realized the shadows in his brain would continue to pester him. He knew they had a message but couldn’t look at them yet.
“I do still wish to honor our goddess. I knew she expects something from me, and I don’t want her to think I’m giving up. I just want to learn more about her first.” He knew that worshiping a deity often included offerings. However, he had no idea what things were usually offered to Tsillah. “Do you think some kind of offering would help to connect with her more?” He’d turn around to face Enya again. “What kind of things does she like?”
He was so fixated on the water that he didn’t notice Enya's movements, though he listened intensely to her words. They confirmed this was indeed a test. He squinted. Determination swelled inside him to pass whatever this test was. He got the impression Enya wasn’t going to give him answers. Tsillah wanted him to figure it out independently. This wouldn’t be as easy as he had hoped. He sighed, the question echoing inside his mind… who was it?
He stared into the water; the ripples seemed to form shapes now. It was almost like they were trying to tell him something, but he couldn’t quite figure it out. Doing his best to clear his mind, he concentrated on the ripples, shapes, and colors. Something was beginning to form now.
(Dice roll for perception)
If success: ------
The ripples seemed to dance in strange patterns. Gradually, he seemed to recognize more and more shapes on the surface, and the water appeared more flame-like than liquid. His surroundings began to fade, and his consciousness was transported to another time and place. A wall of flames surrounded him, along with a sense he was in danger.
Desperately, he looked for a way to escape. Over the fire was the only way out. Stretching his wings, he was prepared to fly upward, above the rising fires, but something stopped him. He had taken that path before already. He could remember it now; this was a vision from the past. He knew he wasn’t here to re-live it. He was here to learn something from it. This was a mere vision, and the flames could not hurt him, no matter how real they may have seemed at that moment.
He’d spin himself around, facing the being that stalked him. He knew this was some god, but it wasn’t Tsillah. The gods' eyes shined with the surrounding flames, a sense of sick satisfaction in his gaze. This was the one who wanted his chained. This was why he was so afraid. The startlement jolted him back to reality. His heart raced, and he struggled to catch his breath.
“There is another god who wants me in chains,” he said as he tried to collect himself. “They were made of an intense burning light… I…” He’d sit back down, once again glancing at his reflection in the water. The surface continued to ripple, but the shapes and colors were gone. “I … think it might have been Ohr.” The intense light seemed fitting. He was the deity of their enemies, after all. There was no other explanation. There is no other reason for a god to be so angry with him. It was a realization that perhaps he didn’t want but one that he needed anyway. Strangely, he felt less afraid now.
“I want to dedicate myself to Tsillah fully.” he’d state, a firmness coming over his vocals. “Do you think some kind of offering would help to connect with her more?” He’d turn around to face Enya again. “What kind of things does she like?”
If fail: ----
He could almost see it but was afraid to look. His heart beat heavily in his chest, and he closed his eyes. The vision disappeared. “I don’t know, maybe I’m not ready yet,” he’d say, a sigh escaping him. “I know I have to figure it out myself, but I’m hesitant.” Disappointment washed over him as he realized the shadows in his brain would continue to pester him. He knew they had a message but couldn’t look at them yet.
“I do still wish to honor our goddess. I knew she expects something from me, and I don’t want her to think I’m giving up. I just want to learn more about her first.” He knew that worshiping a deity often included offerings. However, he had no idea what things were usually offered to Tsillah. “Do you think some kind of offering would help to connect with her more?” He’d turn around to face Enya again. “What kind of things does she like?”