Clerical duties (David)

[Preston Salabim]

He tucked the card away for now and would move to the bed to examine it. Mostly the quality as he didn't expect there to be much left there. Before finally making his way to the staves. They may be too advanced for him for now, but he was still curious about them.

[David B.]

The bed seemed of decent quality, not super rich but definitely not a poor persons bed. Perhaps something that a servant from his former home would have slept in. The message of humility would seem to ring clear, though if he didn't like it he could always upgrade.

As he approaches the staves, they'd be three and housing different colored stones. The far right one was blue, the middle was red, the far left black. As he touched each, he'd feel cold, then warm, then-

Flashes hit his mind as he touched the staff with the black stone, images of screaming people, festival lights, blood, war, monsters, a man with blonde hair laughing, dead dragons, collapsing buildings and Ayatlan falling from the sky. The sudden intensity of it would lift preston up and blow him backward to smash into a shelf. Smoke would be rising from his body with a light hiss. (100 Mental damage, 70 black flame damage)

[Preston Salabim]

Preston would fly back and slam against the wall harshly. Preston's vision went dark as he struggled to stay conscious and make sense of what he saw. Visions of the future? But when?

[David B.]

He'd feel confused by the images, his mind not able to make sense of it. All he knew was....pain.

[Preston Salabim]

He hated pain. It hurt. He stayed on the ground trying to get the world to stop spinning.

[David B.]

The pain crackled and hissed a while longer, but began to slowly ebb as he laid put. He would feel his thoughts becoming clearer and stronger.

The images didn't show him a timeline....but he'd recognize the people as wearing Ayatlan dress, and the festival lights being erected all over the city as he lay there.

[Preston Salabim]

Preston picked himself up from the ground, took a few moments to compose himself and straighten his clothes and hair out before striding downstairs to where the other Clerics would be.

[David B.]

He'd find all the other clerics sitting at a table, drinking mead and eating food. Draven turned and gave a little salute as he walked in, but the others didn't seem to notice him yet.

[Preston Salabim]

He nodded to Draven before speaking at the foot of the stairs.

"Clerics, it has come to my attention that we may be facing a threat capable of bringing our Island down during the upcoming festival."

[David B.]

Draven would look to him, Joaquin turning in his chair as did the other two. They all stood. The one to Joanquin's right spoke-



"I am Tyrell. Tyrell Salvatore. Joaquin says you've piqued his interest....so we've decided to see if the high chancellor was right about you."

Fire hair nodded.

"Things don't go your way, and I'll take the reigns. So lets see if the Chancellor has picked aptly."

The man to Joaquin's left spoke up as well.



"Zane Ossermeld. Can't wait to watch you fail. But please....do go on about this threat you say you saw."

He smirked.

[Preston Salabim]

He adjusted his glasses as he met the Cleric's gaze.

"I would think it is in all of our interests that I not fail."

Otherwise, he'd carry on.

"I was examining the objects in my office when upon touching the black stone on one of the staffs I was shown vivid visions of the destruction of our home. During the upcoming festival. Dragons lay dead, buildings burned as monsters ripped through the streets. All while a blonde man, the commander I presume, laughs as our island falls from the sky. The vision was potent enough to send me flying across the room."

[David B.]

Draven let out a hum.

"Giphoxs' staff."

Joaquin folded his arms, leaning back against the table, as Zane remained perfectly shut down by Preston.

"Giphox was a Dark Mage we expelled, who tampered with the threads of time and fate. His soul was captured in the stone, and though I did not see it as wise, the high chancellor said you might some day find use of it."

He blinked.

"Are you terribly harmed? Tyrell can heal you, if so."

[Preston Salabim]

He shook his head. He was in pain, but he'd live.

"I am fine. Thank you. The pain will serve as a reminder of the urgency of the matter."

He'd make his way from the landing to the rest of the Clerics.

"If Giphox tampered with fate and time, it may be prudent to take this vision as a rapidly approaching inevitability. I would rather be prepared and have nothing happen than the alternative."

[David B.]

Zane opened his mouth, but Joaquin gestured in a small wave and interrupted.

"Then issue orders, we will see it done."

Zane went silent.

[Preston Salabim]

"I am unfamiliar with your specialties and how best to utilize you. So I will ask you to spare me some of your patience. It strikes me the largest threat of all is the possibility of our Island sinking. If that happens everything is lost. Which among you is the most capable to reinforce the magic that keeps us afloat and to create further wards against tampering?"

He would do this step by step.