The Emissary comes to town.

[Bryllard]

Hating to venture this far into the Ilythiiri terratory, Bryllard drew a deep breath and continued down the road toward the gates to thier subterrainian city.

Many times he thought to keep off the road, but his garb was not tailored with hiding in mind. Certainly he would be spotted and treated with even more suspision. Besides this is not how a Priest conducts himself.

Glancing to the west he saw the dreaded Temple Peak in the distance. His eyes narrowed, knowing the Hand of Shillen is planning something unwholesome. Malmallen has already been tormented by thier raids and now thier eyes look toward The Lost Order.

Bryllard tore his gaze from the Temple and continued toward the City of the Ilythiiri, to see if he could gleen some information of this Zealous Faction known as the Hand of Shillen.

[Olorae]

Kneeling in the dirt of the temple garden, Olorae tended to the herbs. Paying especial attention to the beladonna, she had learned a good deal of herbalism.

She heard the footsteps, clumsy and heavy compared to that of her kinfolk. Looking up, she set her smouldering gray eyes on the human priest.

Rising from the dirt, she kept her eyes on the man as he approached the temple.

"Bryllard," she said, nodding to him. "You certainly are out of your environment." Brushing some dirt from her face and knees, she crossed her arms over her chest.

[Fashka Trelao]

*comes up from behind as Olorae talks to Bryllard and clomps him on the head with her staff*

lat best come to oroka too out ob respect ib you sneaky hummies want ta talk wid us.

[Bryllard]

Clutching his head Bryllard drops to the ground and rolls to the side. Getting to his feet with his blades drawn, he leaps back further to reorient himself.

Treacherous Drucci. Followers of the Imprisoned Goddess, your brazen attacks upon the kingdoms of men must come to an end!

Bryllard straightens himself and sheaths his swords. Rubbing his head, he draws a breath to compose himself.

First, Tatiyanna strikes at me in death Pass, and now when I come seeking information, I am Ambushed from behind?

Olorae tell me, what is coming with this Rise of Darkness and the Age of Chaos?

[Olorae]

Olorae smiles, her hands remaining crossed over her chest.

"There is much that will happen, priest," she says calmly. "The Age of Darkness is coming, and there is little you or your people can do to stop it."

She smiles widely, and moves her hands behind her back.

"Things are now in motion that will change the face of Aden forever." She looks up to the human, her grey eyes flashing. "She awakens."

Olorae looks to the sky and smiles. "Can you not feel it, Bryllard? Can you not feel her will, her anger? The seals were made by man. They will fail, and she will be unleashed upon the world."

With a look of utter exhiliration on her face, the oracle once more locked eyes with the priest. "And you would be wise to give yourself to her, lest you find yourself in her path."

[Bryllard]

Bryllard stood transfixed on Oloraes words. He did not hear the rantings of a Fanatical madwoman, but rather, and even more chilling, He saw the conviction of a Devoted Disciple.

Nodding, Bryllard had no choice but to agree.

Indeed Olorae, A Dark Power does Rise, but She takes the form of Allied Armies that Rampage across Aden.
Chaos has already arrived.

Bryllard pauses with apparent Uncertainty.

[Olorae]

The Oracle just smiles.

"You are nervous, priest," she says, her words soft and calm. "And I cannot blame you. Death has come calling." She smiles again and kneels for a moment, rising again with a sprig of beladdona in her hand.

"The time of the humans is at an end, Bryllard. New alliances will be forged, and the old guard broken and scattered to the wind." Turning the sprig in her hand, she looks up at him. "Your choices now dictate your fate. Choose wisely."

She holds out her hand, holding the sprig of beladdona to the priest. "It would speed the inevitable, you know?" Without waiting for him to take the offered herb, she continues. "The Children of Shilen are gathering. Your people, gathering forces, their lips calling to Shilen. You can learn from this, priest."