Reflections on the Dįvonësë War: The Dįvįnë Will Bear Witness to Fate

Chapter 22 - A Task of a Most Delicate Nature

15th Day of Afefe in the Fourth Month of Wind's Sway
4380 A.G.G. (253 Years Ago)

The Tower of Foresight, Raröԋӕnga
The Eighth Territory of the Dæmönic Plains of Brŭmal

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It should be understood that some of the following passages may not be entirely accurate as they weren't transcribed as they were spoken. They've been translated here for ease of reading. Because of this, unfortunately, some things may be lost in the translation from the original dæmönic to common.

Translated passages will be indicated by the use of bold print.

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Tįlåtħ

The Dark Drågoons promptly took their places at the nearest end of The Mosaic, which comprised almost the entire arena floor and was surrounded by an immovable and immaculately carved oval shaped stone table which seemed to rise from the ground itself, as if it were a part of it. Very dwarven.

The Mosaic was a magickal reconstruction of all of Mundus. This was much more than some illusion or phantom image however. It was real, or at least it seemed as though it was. It seemed...living. As solid as the room it sat in. Neither Tįlåtħ nor Dåÿvįåd understood the techniques used to create it in the least. They, just as everyone else present, knew only that it existed at the whim of their Lord and that He and Så'Ħdënåħ alone could manipulate it. It reflected the mortal world as it existed. If it was happening, it could be seen. And if it wanted to find you, you were found. None could hide from the one who looked upon it...

Unless you had protection.

Every mountain and running stream. Every swaying tree and drifting cloud. The Choruses could see the golden light that washed over the lands under the suns as well as the shadows of the lands under the nighttime sky and under the cover of Audaux.

Tįlåtħ watched with interest as a substantial storm slowly moved in over The Western Chain. A serious grouping of heavy clouds had formed and it seemed that snow or freezing rain would be laid on fairly thick there with the falling darkness. Likewise tall, dark clouds in the rough likeness of anvils had already found a home over the northern Outer Crest and Kazakoto. Thunder and lightning would soon be clashing there.

Christopher was already moving around the table to lazily examine the thunderstorms and the rain they'd soon be producing in more detail.

"You did check this information three times over, correct?" Lumå'įl asked once He was sure that all were in attendance.

"Yes My Lord. Three times over." said in response. "My watchers have confirmed it along with Ådån and Josįåh's people." The two men nodded their concurrence.

"I see then. Show me what you have."

Lumå'įl breezed His hand, palm side up, over the section of table before Him as if to say "Place it here before me". And that's exactly what happened. A weighty scroll and several pages of parchment were laid there before his eyes. And as He gazed upon the information, Så'Ħdënåħ was already hard at work behind Him. Reaching into the Flow with a grace and ease that only a child of Dįvįnįtÿ could ever hope to attain; her dark arms moving this way and that about her as she swayed back and forth. Closing her eyes, it was almost as if she were allowing herself to feel the threads of reality as she became one with her gifts of manipulation.