Velok Brokentusk
A simple fortuneteller
JAIBREK, NAGAI TERRITORY
FIREFIST
Every morning, Velok fed the fowl and cast the bones just before sunrise. It worked better that way: for all the distance he'd come, the dark still favoured him in little ways like that. The bones had been suggesting that a doom was coming, maybe not to Jaibrek, maybe broader. He'd tried meshing his foresight with the maps that showed the Sith expanding, and saw nothing. Casting bones and holomaps were speaking different languages. He'd found springs, ore, neighbours, megafauna in need of taming or cooking, but no quantifiable future.
This morning, the bones said
Lily Rhodes
was coming home. He put his unsettlement aside and started cooking. The homestead had grown since they built the first of it together. A landing field of cleared bedrock; earthen walls and windbreaks; well-traveled dirt roads and the signs of frequent company. He got on well with his neighbours. He had friends.
FIREFIST
Every morning, Velok fed the fowl and cast the bones just before sunrise. It worked better that way: for all the distance he'd come, the dark still favoured him in little ways like that. The bones had been suggesting that a doom was coming, maybe not to Jaibrek, maybe broader. He'd tried meshing his foresight with the maps that showed the Sith expanding, and saw nothing. Casting bones and holomaps were speaking different languages. He'd found springs, ore, neighbours, megafauna in need of taming or cooking, but no quantifiable future.
This morning, the bones said
