In the weeks that followed the young priest known as Azaliah did his duties as a man of the church and helped the city recover from a storm that had blown through. During this period of time Azaliah was haunted by the dream more and more, it began to get more intense and took a toll on him mentally. Waking up one morning, after a night of the dream, Azaliah finally decided to speak with the high priest. After telling what was seen and heard in the dream Azaliah was taken to see the council of the church. Retelling the dream to the council caused a rabble to erupt. They started saying, "It's sign of darkness, darkness rising." So Azaliah stood there lost in the sea of the council debating what to do about the matter. Then the council reached a decision, Azaliah was to research and study in the underground library where walls of text and tomes have laid for generations. Azaliah accepted, but secretly feared what he may find out about the dream.
Leaving the council chamber Azaliah made his way to the small door that lead down to the dusty stone underground library. For weeks he spent time everyday going through tomes, scrolls, and various writings and text, with only the flicker of a candle to light the room. Then one day all the notes and papers he had written and set aside finally made sense. The answer to his dream and much more than he wanted know was discovered.
With notes in hand the troubled and tired Azaliah rushes into the council room. Breathing heavy"I need... to see...the high priest. It's of...dire urgency." bending over slightly and panting as sweat drips like beads of rain off his face, Azaliah faces the council. An older gentleman stands up "what is the meaning of this intrusion, do you lack respect for this church and council?" with a stern cold expression upon his face the elder stares right through the troubled priest. blurting out in a hostile tone, "i need to see the high priest, if not then all that we know could be forever gone."
A rabble of out rage broke out among the council. The elder man spoke above the noise,"the high priest is not here he is out on church business, he will return in three days. Now be gone and mind your place!" Walking away smugly the elder waves his hand as if to say go away. with that gesture the other council members drug Azaliah, who was struggling and yelling, out of the council room and threw him to the floor in the long hallway. Locking the doors they return to their meeting dismissing what Azaliah said as mere ramblings of a fool.
Sadness and anger churned inside Azaliah as he began to feel fear then rage. Rolling up his papers and binding them tightly he ran out of the church and down the street towards the docks the smell of the salt form the sea growing stronger as he drew closer.
Two weeks later:
Along the winding road leading to Tetera, a port town in southeast Griffin Wood, a solemn stern figure walks the road staff in hand. His robe moving in the slight breeze, hair dancing on the wind,the foreign looking trinket around his neck swung back and forth like a pendulum as he moved closer and closer to Tetera.
Finally arriving in Tetera the man makes his way to the local tavern. Entering the tavern his stern gaze surveys the room. Spotting a chair in the back corner he immediately heads for his chosen seat. As he makes his way a paper tacked to the wall catches his eye. Stopping suddenly he scans over the paper. Anger filled his eyes, he grabs the paper and rips it off the wall leaving only random pieces stuck to the wall. Letting out a low growl,"damned fool, if he would of only waited he wouldn't be missing, damn him!" pulling back his rage he makes it to his seat and begins to watch the room and absorbs all that he notices, even down to the smallest detail.
The stern looking man had been in Tetera for days just walking around and sitting in the tavern. The town had began to grow suspicious of him, but left him be. Everyday he would set at the docks for hours and then spend long hours sitting in the Golden Griffin Tavern. This particular night the owner of the tavern, Rock, a portly balding dwarf, came to his table. Setting a bottle of Elvin wine down he leaned in,"hey friend you been here for days and I got to know. What are you doing here?" The stern man furrowed his brow let out a humph," If you may know I came here looking for a friend, maybe you heard of him his picture is posted all over town," " Azaliah the priest,? he is missing," corrected dwarf." Now if you can't point me in his direction then be gone and leave me be or you will rue the day you crossed me." Popping the cork from the wine he began to sip from the bottle and watch the now shocked dwarf waddle back to the bar.
The town now settled down for the night awaiting whatever the next day would bring.
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