Vision of the Selûnite Seers – Greeted by Sword Dancer Li’llqua Reyna & Grand
Abott Phomeka
The trio of Selûnite followers, clad in silver robes that shimmer like moonlight, stand
before the adventurers in a crescent formation. Their eyes glow pale white,
unblinking, reflecting the moon above. As they speak, their voices intertwine like
strands of a melody, overlapping and harmonizing, creating an eerie, otherworldly
resonance that feels almost like a spell.
Their words come forth in fragments, cryptic and laden with meaning.
“Shadows… thicker than the blackest night... they writhe, they hunger… Shar’s
avatar walks the earth.”
“Her steps… they crush hope, each heel… a wound upon the soul of the world.”
“She… gaining power… by most unholy methods… not born of prayer… but of
despair.”
The three pause momentarily, swaying in unison as if tethered to the same unseen
rhythm. Then, their voices rise again, more frantic, overlapping in chaotic
synchronization:
“The divine essence… spun like a thread, unraveling… from the loom of the
heavens.”
“A thread… pulled taut… a thread snapped? Her hands… weaving nothing… with
broken strands.”
“She drinks… from the void… a shard… its whispers fill her veins!”
Their chanting grows louder, the cadence urgent, almost pleading. Their hands,
shaking with divine energy, clutch crescent moon amulets. One seer falls to their
knees, tears of silvery light streaming down their face.
“Beware the mirror… the reflection is not as it seems…”
“Her shadow touches… even the faithful… none are safe…”
“And when the moon eclipses… the final thread shall break…”
In unison, they collapse into silence, trembling as if the vision had drained their
mortal forms. One, the eldest of the trio, struggles to speak through labored
breaths, their voice now singular but hoarse:
“Seek the light… or all will fade to shadow. The Moonmaiden’s gaze… cannot reach
everywhere.”
They fall into prayer, leaving the adventurers to unravel their dire warning.
