Visions of the Future

[Tanith Alde]

The Nalfein of Drowan was caught. She was caught in a vision. She saw her beloeved world aflame, as metal and fire rained from the sky, carried by great titanic birds of metal, trailing flames behind them. Sweat beaded on the drowai's brow as she tried to focus in on the vision, to gleam any further details she could from it. She saw death and ruin consume her precious world, and she did not know how she could combat it. How did one fight a foe that fell from the very skies?

 

[Tanith Alde]

She fell to her knees, and scrambled around for paper and black chalk to sketch down the images that had consumed her moments before. Triangular birds, flying through the skies, cascading fire and death down from their long, chrome....feelers? Legs? She could not think what the long protrusions from it's body might be

 

[Tanith Alde]

The small stone cabin/tent she resided in....resided was being generous. The ancient temples of the Nalfein were in ill repair at the best of times, and had fallen into serious miss use as the ancient rites were forgotten. Nalfein was the last priestess of her kind, and had no followers left either. Was the order doomed to die with her? Were her people doomed to die aswell? As the visions fortold? She rose to her feet. That could not be permitted to happen

 

[Tanith Alde]

She rose from her position and moved toward the flap that served as a door to the cabin, grabbing a long, silken cloak from a nearby wall peg, drawing it around her slim body as she marched out into the rain. The temple of the Nalfein was far from civilisation, it would be a rough trek back to the old country