#for now i am finally off from tribe cat wild ride

[marmosetpaw]

#warrior cats #wc designs #flight of startled heron #tribe of rushing water #kit mother #the new prophecy #for now i am finally off from tribe cat wild ride

[beetleshade]

fantasy setting au rough ideas

sorry if this is any nonsense, i am very tired and just trying to get the key concepts

first off: body type ideas for the clans! obviously not everyone looks exactly (or even remotely) like this, but this is kind of the stereotype, or the standard of beauty (plus lots of bonus culture info <3). 

- thunderclan are styled kind of like lions, with fluffy chests and a tuft at the end of their tail. they are mainly ambivalent towards humans. its common practice to wrap part or most of their tail to accentuate the tuft at the end. their preferred weapon is the sword. 

- windclan are significantly taller than the other clans, and very lean, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. living the furthest from human settlements, they retain higher levels of inborn magic (why they look less like normal cats). they have large paws. they operate hidden mines on their territory, and supply the other clans with most of their tools in order to maintain peace and control of their increasingly valuable land. they are the least friendly with humans, and will defend their territory with force. their preferred weapon is the spear. 

- riverclan are the most materially wealthy of the clans by human standards, and the most beautiful. almost all of their original mainland territory has been lost, so they live almost entirely in their ships, with young kits and elders living on their island settlements. they trade extensively with humans, and often wear jewelry and fine fabrics. many cats (read: windclan) consider their relations with humans traitorous and riverclan to be hardly better than kittypets. their preferred weapon is the dagger.

- shadowclan are the smallest of the clans on average, and have short, sleek pelts. they live mainly in the coniferous forest of their territory, but patrol their marshes extensively on silent punts, with patrols often staying out for days at a time and sleeping shifts in raised watchtowers. they are the second least friendly with humans. their preferred weapon is the bow.

- the tribe are stocky and solid, with thick, snow-resistant pelts. closely allied with windclan, they also retain more magic than most of the clans. they used to ride eagles, but as humans settled the land and leeched much of the magic from it the art was gradually lost. humans who venture into the mountains almost always disappear, and riverclan keeps a distance from their cliffs.

- skyclan had long arms and feathery, squirrel-like tails, and lived in the canopy of an ancient deciduous forest. they were initially friendly with human settlers, but as their territory was encroached upon they left the island to issue a plea to the human king to stop settlement of the island entirely. they were never seen again. this is a major part of the reason shadowclan, windclan, and the tribe do not like humans.

kittypets, loners, and rogues are not quite what they are in the books, and the clans do not have quite the same attitudes towards them.

kittypets are cats who, recognizing that cats are at a disadvantage to humans and unlikely to come out on top in the long run, have allied themselves completely with humans. they usually live in the house of a human and are fed by them in exchange for pest control and entertainment. wild cats view kittypets as weak-willed traitors and essentially voluntarily enslaving catkind, kittypets view wild cats as clinging to a dying way of life and blind to the trajectory of the world. if you have ever read the webcomic housepets, for many born kittypets it is kind of like that, they are treated basically like permanent kids.

loners are cats who recognize what they can gain from humans, but are not willing to compromise their independence. usually, this will mean living on or near a human property in their own house and doing working for a wage. for example, barley in this au lives in a small house on a farm and rides a dog, acting as a shepherd. he is paid enough to buy things like clothes and furniture, and is allowed to set his own rabbit traps on the property. he does not hunt mice in the barn, as he views this as beneath him. kittypets and wild cats view loners kind of like centrists.

rogues are cats who, like the clans, are against humans and want to preserve cat culture, but who do not live in groups. before humans came, rogues were treated by the clans essentially the same as in the books, but now, united against a common enemy, they are generally respected and allowed to traverse clan territory freely.

(this is rusty and greypaw’s first meeting, dont expect these clothes ideas to be permanent in any way i am still figuring that part out)

finally a little map i sketched up! ideally it would have a better sense of scale (i have always hated the scale of warriors....) but we cant have everything we want in life i guess. the island should be like 50 miles across? its not small. (yes I know the blue and purple look very similar yes I know my handwriting sucks)

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#warriors #warrior cats #wc #warriors au #fantasy au #concept #i know this is like. a lot #but i am excited about this!

[sapnaharihar]

My husband (Karthik) and me were just planning something for our 1st marriage anniversary. Our plans were very simple; maybe a long drive and a dinner (boring). In fact we weren’t even discussing much for the anniversary as everyday felt new for us, it was like everyday we were celebrating our wedding anniversary. One day when we were just discussing something, my mother-in-law asked us our plan for the anniversary. Before we could reply something she asked us to plan a trip to some place rather than just doing the routine thing. That is how this trip came up.

My husband enjoys fun activities and I also enjoy doing them as long as they are safe 😇. He was searching for some places where the resorts were providing such activities like river rafting, or kayaking etc.. We called up all such resorts to enquire about these activities, but due to rains these activities were barred. He was very disappointed, but still we did not loose hope, as we wanted to do something out of the blue. I was very fascinated by the idea of staying in a tree house. So we decided to search for resorts availing tree houses. To our surprise all the resorts with the tree house facility were full and were booked for the next three months. There was a lot of demand for the tree houses so we realised that the booking must be done 3 months in advance. We searched in a lot of places like Waynad (Kerela), Masinagudi, Bandipura (Karnataka), Nilgiris (Karnataka-Tamil Nadu border). We liked Waynad a lot, but due to heavy floods we had to strike out that place from our list. Finally we found one place in the B.R hills and it was called as ‘Gorukana‘. First it was difficult to reach them as their number seemed to be a little funny. Though the number was correct the call was not completed. Then I tried to ask their number to ‘Mr. Google Kumar’ and the number (Gorukana-094808 26377) that I got immediately got connected. So the first thing that I asked them was whether the area was affected by floods, to which she assured me that all was fine and safe. So we decided to go ahead and book the place. We booked the resort through Yatra. I called her back to confirm the booking and she confirmed it immediately. Per night cost for the tree house was Rs 15000/-. We stayed for 2 nights so our room charges came to around Rs 30k. But the best part was everything was included in this 30k. Food, sightseeing, activities and all the visit to the tribal village, all were included. We decided to drive down to B.R hills. We planned to book a car. We booked a self driven car on zoomcar.

We were now eagerly waiting for the day to come when we will visit Gorukana.

Day 1- Check in and jungle tour

Finally the day of our anniversary arrived. Since we were going to drive down we were free to start at any time. We got up by 7-7.30 and carried out our routine chores and had breakfast and left by 9 am.

We started on our journey. Though we had our breakfast, we again stopped for breakfast at the Kadamba Veg. restaurant. We took the Mysore road. Though we did not see the Barachukki falls, we crossed the bridge under which the river was flowing. It was a beautiful view.

The complete road was very beautiful. And only greenery on both sides. Sugarcane dominated the fields. Since it was rainy season, Rice fields were very prominent.

  And the roads were very good and clean with beautiful scenery all along.

  It was a complete rural belt and the farmers were harvesting sugarcane and the harvested sugarcane was being exported in trucks.

We had to drive through a small village with very narrow roads. All cows and buffaloes were taking sun bath on the roads. Finally after passing the village we came to the BRT tiger reserve forest. To reach the resort we had to pass through a beautiful forest. This forest consists of different animals like tiger, monkeys, elephants. This was the beginning of B.R hills. it was called as Biligiriranganatha Swamy Temple Wildlife Sanctuary or simply BRT Wildlife Sanctuary (you will get the details in wikipedia). I was very excited to see some tigers and some wild animals. So we entered in the register and started driving through the forest. The forest was awesome, filled with trees.

  To my disappointment, we did not see a single animal, not even a bird. It was a bit cloudy. It seems during the rainy season it is difficult to find any animals. Finally after a beautiful ride we reached the resort. We had called the resort and told them to reserve some food for us as we were reaching the resort very soon.

  The check in time was 12.00 pm. and lunch time was between 1-2 pm. We reached there by 3.00 pm. The weather was so beautiful and romantic. The moment we reached there, it started raining. We reached the resort and after registering at the resort, we went directly to the mess. We were first served coriander soup (very tasty and yummy).

  The food was very decent, basically north Indian (though we were expecting something authentic). It was raining for some time. So after lunch we decided to go to our tree house. Since it was raining they gave us umbrella. There was one more couple like us. Finally we reached the tree house which was the end point of the resort. Gosh!!! it was soooo beautiful.

tree house

  our room

entrance stairs

  inside the tree house

view from the window

Ayurvedic centre on the artificial lake

balcony for the tree house

outside view

They asked us whether we would like to go for a jungle tour now, we decided to go and finish that on 27th itself as there was nothing else to do. One of the persons working there assisted us. It is better to have a car as the resort in which we were staying did not have a special provision for the safari. There is a separate Kyathadevara Gudi Wilderness Camp (K Gudi) for the safari tour which does not come under their package. The forest gates were open up to 6 after which no one is allowed to pass through the forest. It was an hour drive. This was again a beautiful drive. My camera was out ready to shoot a tiger or an elephant maybe coming towards us. But all we spotted were some Sambhar and a barking deer.

spotted deers

The roads again were awesome. K gudi was the end point from where we returned back to our tree house. We came back by 6.30 pm. It was dark and quite. By 7.30 we decided to go for dinner. Torch was provided in our rooms. Even though he was reluctant, I always insisted Karthik to carry the umbrella (as a weapon 😨🙃). We took the torch and and the umbrella and started walking towards the mess. Karthik was holding the torch and luckily the light happened to fall on a snake which only I noticed and warned Karthik about it. We just stopped there for sometime, allowed the snake to go its way and then moved towards the mess. Finally we reached the mess, had our dinner and left for our room. One of the staff members assisted us towards the tree house. The most adventurous part was that, there were only two families staying in that big resort including us. The staff member escorted us because they wanted to make sure we were safe, as just two days back they had sighted a leopard near the tree house. I was like 😳😰wowwwwww!! We were back to our room. The staffs had warned us not to come down if we hear any sounds in the night. That was scary 😬.

In the room we were just lying down on the bed. There was nothing else to do as there was no TV in the room, but luckily mobile signals were strong. We first decided to see some movie online, but then cancelled the plan and started chatting with each other. Karthik was very sleepy and tired as he was only driving all along, so he went off to sleep. I did not sleep for a very long time. I could hear the crickets and frogs making different sounds and calling out their mates. After a couple of browsing I dozed off to sleep.

Day 2- Bird watching, tribal village and the drama

We had planned for a bird watching trip to the forest with a village person (tribal man).

early morning view

We got up early and went for bird watching. It was a foggy morning. We hardly saw any birds though. But it was a good trekking and we also visited the ‘Soliga‘ tribals. One of the villager guided us through the jungle. He showed us around and took us to their village. He was explaining about the meaning of Gorukana. Gorukana meant ‘spinning of a spider web’. He was talking about their Gods such as Rangaswamy of Biligirirangana Hills. The Gorukana guests are generally entertained by the tribal dance performance (usually performed while worshipping the Gods), but as there were only four spectators, they cancelled the show 🙄.

Foggy road

  Soliga Tribal Village

They also sell these things which are made by the villagers. I felt this kind of an initiative taken by Dr. Sudarshan (the owner of Gorukana) is really awesome, as the villagers are empowered and this provides a livelihood for the tribes. Finally after the pleasant trek we went back to our resort and took some pics with the beautiful backgrounds. We avoided the safari tour as we were sure that sighting a wild animal would be impossible due to the rains. Instead, in the afternoon we decided to just walk around and explore the rest of the village. But Karthik started getting a headache and we had to come back to our room. I did some time pass and he rested till his headache got cured. A sound was heard continuously for some time, finally we found the source of the sound, it was a bird. 

In the evening the other couple decided to go to the Ayurvedic Spa near the pond. We decided to rest in our room itself. We sat in the balcony and enjoyed the scenery. We kept chatting and talking. We never run out of topics to talk to each other (touch wood 🤞 ). It was almost 8pm and Karthik started feeling little hungry. But I was a scardy cat 🙀. Now starts the drama. I did not want to go to the mess as I was scared of the Leopard 🙄. He told me he will go and get the food, but I did not allow him also to go. Finally poor guy , my husband started eating ‘Parle G’ biscuits. Then we decided to call somebody and ask them to deliver the food. But the phone was dead. And we tried calling the Gorukana people. But they did not receive the call, maybe it was very late. Luckily after some time one of the staff came there to call us, as they wanted to close the mess. Finally we went after them, had our dinner and then they escorted us back to our room. We were laughing and Karthik was kind of thanking God for sending a messenger to escort us 🤣. Finally we came back and decided to go off to sleep. That night there was not electricity at all (for the whole night). Finally we slept off.

Day 3- Final day of the trip

We got up by 8 am on the last day and had our breakfast and decided to just roam around the resort. There were a lot of coffee trees planted there.

coffee

There were some pepper plants also.

We were exploring the other rooms also. We also sat on one of the hammocks. The hammock on which Karthik was sitting broke and he fell on the ground. Luckily he did not get hurt.

We were exploring the architectural structure of the tree house.

We saw a woodpecker also.

woodpecker

Karthik also wanted to try his hand on photography.

Karthik’s snaps

We walked down the trail around the resort.

  Bird (don’t know the name)

Finally we came back to room and started packing our bags. And finally we left the place. We wanted to buy some products made by the soliga tribes. So we stopped at a Vivekananda Girijana Kalyana Kendra (VGKK) centre. They had all the equipments to prepare the products.

We bought some soap nut powder , shikakai powder (herbal shampoo) and honey one bottle. All were cheaper than what was obtained in the regular shops outside.  After we bought the stuffs, we left for Bangalore.

We had to pass through the B.R. hills tiger reserve jungle. On the way I decided to refresh my driving skills. I have my licence, but was not confident enough to drive. I started driving. The road was narrow and only one vehicle could pass through it at a time. At a turn, I saw another huge car coming towards us. I got startled a little and instead of staying calmly on one side of the road, I let the car slide into a small ditch like thing on the extreme edge of the road. I could not remove the car out of it. Monkeys surrounded us as though they were enjoying our struggle. Finally we came out of the car and exchanged our seats and Karthik managed to pull the car out of the pit. On the way we happened to see Langur, but by the time I could click some pics they were gone. I again drove the car upto a village. Karthik drove the car through the village. The car was driven by him only for the rest of the journey. We went through a different route this time. The traffic in this route was very less. By around 2 pm we started feeling hungry. We were searching for some good restaurants. We searched for restaurants nearby in google maps. It showed us some restaurants. But the staffs in all these restaurants were just getting up from their sleep and none of them seemed to be interested  in providing any service. So we decided to go elsewhere. Finally google map showed us ‘Hemant tiffin centre’. We had our lunch from a roadside tiffin centre (but not Hemant, the one beside it). The owner was so happy to see us. He never expected people like us to come to his shop and have food. Only drivers and some labourers were seen eating in this centre. So  though not luxurious, we had a good lunch.

While coming it also drizzled a little and the road was looking so clean and beautiful.

The villages everywhere looked clean. Garbage not dumped here and there. I don’t know how they dispose of the garbage, maybe they burn it, anyways it looked clean except for the cow dung here and there of course 🙂.

Finally we reached home by 7pm. It was really an adventurous trip. It is always fun exploring new places. We can go to water parks or go for a romantic dinner anytime in the city, but staying admist the wild can be really an eye opener sometimes. It is nice to know that people are not abandoned in the forests and there are certain people like Dr. Sudarshan who are trying to help the needy.

Like they say,

“Breathe the fresh air of the countryside”.

  Our 1st adventurous anniversary celebration in B.R hills My husband (Karthik) and me were just planning something for our 1st marriage anniversary. Our plans were very simple; maybe a long drive and a dinner (boring).

#coffee #forest #gorukana #leopard #snake #village

[planar-echoes]

The Journal of Javad Nasrin (Zendikar) By Doug Beyer (10/14/09)

Day 1:

We set out from Kabira today, trailing two horses extra, and a hurda packbeast to carry the rations, trapfinder's gear, barter for the crossing, machetes, and the relic itself, should we prove successful. The sun was relentless all this first day, carving a searing line in the sky over the hedron-strewn flats of Agadeem, its disk like the gaze of an unshuttered eye. Rather than skirt the coast, we set out on the northern road, hoping to reach the shores of the mainland, and the thickets of Turntimber, by month's end.

We are a smaller group than I'm accustomed to, as Kabira's far from most of the expeditioners' routes, but there's no apparent deficiency of talent among them, and I've enough years in the wild to furnish the remainder of skill our troupe may lack. I've hired Ghazzan, the first minotaur I've expeditioned with, a nearly silent but unmistakably strong man who favors the Makindi longaxe to the more traditional machete; Sali Oran, the lullmage, whose talents should prove useful should we encounter any storms or disruptions due to the Roil; and Keeda, "the Quick" as the advertisement read, a goblin trapfinder of the Lavastep tribe.

The terms are standard for relic hunters: what we find is mine by rights, and I shall pay them the other half of their due when we find a safe port again, relic in tow. I have not told them what it is we seek, which is exactly how I prefer it.

 Day 3:

The sun mocks us, finding its way around our defenses. We all wear hats or headdresses, and Sali Oran applies some sort of salve to her scales, but the white stone hedrons scattered across this dry-grassed country reflect the sun, casting its rays back into our eyes. In the afternoon we let the hurda lope along on the western side, granting us some measure of shade. Still, I long for the dense, spiraling trees of the forest ahead, and hope Turntimber holds the item, and the answers, that I seek.

 Day 6:

We've survived a thrice-unfortunate encounter today. We first chased off a lynx who had attacked our stores of smoked meats, which caused the hurda to bolt, nearly crushing Keeda (who thankfully lived up to his speedy reputation) and necessitating a wasteful chase to recapture the pack animal. In the chase we stumbled upon the lair of the antlered cat, a felidar, a famous resident of the polar regions of Sejiri but here golden-furred to blend in with the savannah. Its den was a cavern formed by the leaning shapes of two immense hedrons, and as our hurda lurched hysterically into its shadows, we heard only a swift crack as the felidar defeated its prey. Ghazzan slew the great cat with grand strokes of his longaxe, aided by my own not inconsequential sword-work, but we had to shove on without our pack giant. We loaded the rations and supplies onto the two spare horses, too much open grassland lying between us and our origin at Kabira to consider returning to purchase another hurda.

The road has long since abandoned us now, but we march on almost due north, and should meet some of the marshlands that surround the famous Crypt soon, and then the northern coast. Sali Oran objected to our route, calling it a "fool's course," but I reminded her of my years of experience traveling the continent of Ondu, and of her contract.

 Day 7:

We've kept to the shade of the great hedrons for the midday, and have conducted the majority of our travel when the sun lies low to the horizon. The steeds object to the increased weight, but seem eased by the cooler temperatures of the mornings and evenings, and have borne the hurda's load so far.

Keeda the goblin has a strange approach to riding, crouching in the saddle on his bare feet and grasping the mane of his pony, using his knees to cushion against its bouncing gait. Every hour I'm convinced I'll see him fall off the animal, twisting an ankle, or worse, injuring his trap-finding fingers; but so far, those futures have not come to pass, and he has stayed nimbly atop it.

Tomorrow we journey into the deep ravine that separates the hedron fields from the marshlands, that being the most direct route into Turntimber; so tonight I counseled our party to lace their boots tight, and to sharpen whatever they intend to stab things with. In the cool of this night, I'm aware of a distinct premonition of the importance of our journey, and of a changing of fortunes to come, for me in particular.

 Day 13:

Ghazzan died today. For six days we've been beset by the hazards of the marsh: the slimy cliffs of the ravine; the treacherous footing through the swamp route, which we had to navigate on foot, leading the horses; the gloomhunter bats and giant insects and other plague-bearing winged creatures; and the salivating marsh-maw traps, which only went hungry due to our trapfinder's uncanny intuition. The great minotaur had fended our company bravely throughout our time in the marsh, singlehandedly slaying seven large predators that would have dined on our flesh, and countless others that would have proved an annoyance; but in the end our axeman perished.

The tale was this. Last night the Roil disturbed the land as we slept, moving us off course or moving our course off of us, without opportunity for our lullmage to soothe the Roil's forces; and we found ourselves dangerously within range of the Crypt of Agadeem. We woke to Ghazzan's disconcerting, bleating cries, and discovered him being dragged in the direction of the cave-maw of the too-near Crypt. The creature who seized him I took at first to be a large vampire, its eyes luminous and evil and its fangs bared, but its smooth, curving horns and unearthly musculature persuaded me otherwise. I now believe it was a being sprung up from the bowels of the world, who used the cavern as an exit as a spelunker might use it as an entrance. We endeavored to fight off the beastly figure, assailing it with spell and sword, but its strength was immense, and its countenance and ravening roars threatened not unconvincingly that it would devour us every one should we prolong our resistance. We fled then, and later counted ourselves fortunate to have lost only Ghazzan. His pay shall be split among the rest of the company, as is equitable, and is all the same to my finances.

 Day 16:

We made satisfactory time on a hard march since the Crypt, putting the remainder of Agadeem behind us and making grateful acquaintance with the northern coast. We are now aboard the Serpentcutter, having bartered our furs and Ghazzan's longaxe to its captain, and a friendlier sun ricochets off of the thin strip of the Silundi Sea between us and the mainland of Ondu. Our lullmage swims alongside the skiff at times, her scales and fins and hair glinting green and magenta through the wind-tossed waters; I can already make out the thin line of the far shore, glistening in colors that match hers. Whether this day was clear by fickle chance or by the imposition of her calming influence I cannot tell. After the marsh, despair threatened to take hold of my mind, but today I am cheered; if we speed at this rate, then there shall be time before the solstice for me to reach my goal.

 Day 18:

The sun mocks us once more, sending spears of light down through the canopy of Turntimber, dappling the ground in misleading patterns and confusing the meager trail. The snakes have kept away so far, which is a blessing, but the serpentine shapes of the trees surround us in an almost constrictive manner, and their creaking voices are dire. Sali Oran remarked, and so I have heard it said, that the trees of Turntimber follow unseen forces in their shapes and growth, which set one's mind to hidden things, and to personal peril.

The elves here are wild, and swift of foot and bow, but they and their wolves have kept merciful distance for now. We follow the way that was told to me, renewing our bearings with landmarks as best we can, not letting the ink dry on our maps. Truth to tell, there's only one instrument whose guidance I trust; it is not a sphinx's riddle, nor a bardic saga, but what lies ahead of us in the heart of Turntimber.

 Day 25:

Let it be known that I am thankful to Keeda the goblin, once of the Lavastep warren, for his contributions to our expedition. His instincts were enough to save us from the pit of vipers, but not enough to prevent him from falling into it himself, nor to prevent the release of the basilisk that followed; without him, we too would be naught but forgotten casualties to Turntimber.

Sali Oran told me that the omens were poor, and that Keeda's demise, combined with the actions of our machetes through the understory, would only encourage the land's appetites for our own deaths; but at my urging, she agreed to press on. I must admit that I feel the opposite; my blood hurries through my veins as we near the goal, and I feel I can hear encouraging words in the creaking limbs, as if the forest has selected us to succeed. The days stretch lazy and long as the solstice approaches, and I feel that I shall finally discover the device I seek, and learn the secrets that have been hidden from me for so long.

 Day 39?:

It has been a span of seemingly ceaseless days and unsatisfying nights as the solstice makes its inevitable march toward us. Sleep has become nearly impossible, and we have had to abandon all but two of our weary horses, as the way has provided us no way to keep them watered. We carry only a trace of the supplies we loaded back at Kabira, and only Sali Oran's grace and calmness of purpose has kept my spirits aloft and my limbs mobile. I have seen such death in one short journey that my mind would drown in a misery of remembered images. I know now that the answers cannot be worth the cost, even were I able to pay my debts from my own flesh.

 Day 45:

It was on the day of the solstice, on a stone dais on a hilltop, overlooking the expanse of Turntimber like a lighthouse overlooking a sea of green waves, that we found the device. It was the Seer's Sundial, a massive stone hemispherium whose style and encircling metalwork projected shadows over a rune-inscribed bowl. The sundial was ancient, perhaps older than most of the forest around us, yet the creases in its huge basin were as crisp as sword-blades, the lichens unable to obscure its purpose. The sun cast sharp black shadows in the bowl, and Sali Oran and I gazed down into it as well. We watched the lines dance across the curves, studying the messages they carved and scribing diagrams of their likeness on parchment, hardly speaking.

The day has ended, and our journals and minds are full. It has become clear that, in some sense, the voyage was a success, in that the Sundial had given us answers; but the sun could not chase a chill from my mind, as we found answers to which we scarcely had questions. Careful work will have to be done to decipher what exactly we have seen in the Sundial's shadow; Sali Oran knows relic researchers at Sea Gate whom she believes can help in that regard, although the journey there will be many times as far and arduous. But I can see in her eyes what I feel in my heart: that we have grasped the significance of the Seer's Sundial well enough, and that it portends a future that holds the true measure of darkness, for us and for all people under the sun. In this expedition I sought to know how I would fare in my future days as a relic-seeker, self-interested as that now seems, and I learned that and far more; I learned more things, indeed, than I cared ever to know.

Of course the device itself has turned out to be much too massive to move, so I will have only this document, and what tales you can divine from the memories of my companion, to attest to our travels. We travel north from here, aiming to seek refuge at the trapper community of Graypelt, where can be found some acquaintances of mine. I feel I must unburden myself, not only of my substantial traveling gear, but also of the weight of the augury that I bear inside my mind, which may in time prove to be the heavier.

#magic the gathering #vorthos #zendikar #eldrazi #kabira #javad #nasrin