A Destiny

(Character related post)

Kharask was patient as he sat across from his elder. The elder was a small dragonborn with fading scales. Many had turned white with age, and the final days his winter was near. Most dragonborn never saw such a state of age, but the seer's were much different. This elder's name was Tuk'vuneth and was a celebrated seer. He had helped rid the surrounding tribes of a powerful blue scaled dragon. He also used his sight to discover the lair of some blue scaled dragonborn who had turned to Tiamat, and helped destroy them before they spread. Being ten years old, Kharask was considered a full adult having just shed the last of his spring scales, and as such, came before the seer so the elder might read the threads of his future. Tuk'vuneth sat within a circle of white stones, the sun to his back. Kharask sat across from the seer, the sun shining on his face. Within the first set of stones and between the two dragonborn was a smaller circle of stones. The seer held a small sheet of folded animal skin that he carefully seperated, inside was several small colored stones. Holding his hand over the small circle, he flung the stones into the sand. Kharask followed the seer's gaze, but did not understand the meaning of the stones, so waited patiently for the words of the seer. The seer's voice was heavy, and forced.
"The breath of the dragons will come out as flame." Kharask nodded hearing these words, he had been having the pains in his chest associated with the development of his draconic lung. Many of his tribes used the flames of the dragons in combat, and he was not suprised this would be his method of attack as well. The seer continued. "You will carry the flames of leadership, and you will carry them beside the flames of war." Kharask nodded again hearing the seers words. He had been training witht he warriors for some time, but it was assumed that his natural talents would lead him into the tests for the warlords. The seer picked up the stones, leaving one smaller one in the sand, and then threw them again, looking to the ones that stayed within the circle. "You will face yourself many times, and lose everything once." Kharask nodded again at the words, but did not truelly understand them, he thought it might mean he would die in battle, or perhaps he would meet someone of his own strength and lose. The true relevance of these words would sting him later, and stay with him forever. The seer continued, throwing a set of bones within the stones. "You will never mate within this tribe. Those which are closest to you within this tribe, will not be with you when you leave." These words did not suprise Kharask, the mortality rate of the warriors were fairly high, and most of his current friends were in the combative caste of the tribe. Also, mating for leaders was not common, it was considered to take away from the responsability of leadership and place the responsability of family before it. To quell this temptation, many leaders had to give up there families until there leadership role was completed. There was also no guarantee kharask would stay within his tribe. Many surrounding tribes were looking for capable leaders, and Kharask may be chosen once he completed his training. The seer gathered up the stones and bones and began putting them away. "That is all i see of your future young one. From here on you will be Kharask, Torn-Flames. You may go." Kharask nodded, but hesitated, staring down at the circle. After several moments the seer gazed on the young dragonborn. "Do not disobey your elders young one. You must go attend your duties." Kharask nodded at his words, but pointed. " I am sorry great elder Tuk'vuneth of the calm sand, slayer of Ginteth the blue. But will you tell me nothing of those stones?" Kharask was pointing in the circle. The seer peered into the circle, and an irritating puff of breath escaped his nostrils. In the sand, just buried under the sand were six small stones. No, it was five stones, with a bone in the center. The old seer was flustered at such a mistake, but made no attempt to appologize, instead he gently brushed the sand off of the stones. The seer stared at the stones for several minutes. Kharask waited patiently, not interrupting the seer, looking at the stones himself. There were five stones in a perfect circle. A small piece of white marble, a rust colored pebble, a small sliver of jade, a small circle of obsidian, and a piece of blue quartz. in the center of these stones was a small broken bone. After waiting several moments, the seer looked up at Kharask. "These stones are irrelevant and hold no importance to you. Begone." Kharask nodded and got up, making his way back towards his weapons master. The seer stared at the stones, but did not touch them, instead, he buried them and covered them with a large stone. The seer moved and entered a resting den, propping himself against a wall. His attendants heard him muttering in his sleep that night, his last night on this world. When adressing the chieftan, the attendants told him that the last words of the great seer were ".. to never know.."

ok, thats just some flavor past stuff. =) hope you guys enjoyed it.