Clouded Sight
| MIN LEVEL | START LOCATION | START REQUIREMENTS |
|---|---|---|
| 954 | Karthak (Shambles) (,) | [none] |
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DetailsThe three story stone faced buildings of the Shambles give off an old, rooted feel. The paths are wide enough for a cart to pass, but with a constant flow of people. You are struck with an odd haze that permeates the air. The thin mist twists through the masses as they pass. Thin smoke trails after them. A brisk young woman in the robes of a Seer looks straight at you, \'Are you the Hunter I am waiting for?\' The woman takes the Medallion, 'Excellent, a Hunter who is actually competent judging by the marks.' She hands it back, 'Well when you are ready, after sharpening your knives or whatever, - I shall tell you what I require.' The Seer stares at you with an unmoving glare, \'Are you ready?\' An icy smirk flashes across her face for an instant, replaced as quickly by a mask of cool indifference. You mark the schooling of high society, where passion is seen as weakness. 'I am Jamesina, a Seer. You may not know, but in the circles of Magic my School of Talent is not highly regarded. We can't destroy our enemies with fireballs or summon creatures to aid us. We just look into the future and try to give guidance to the possibilities we find there.' You see her jaw clench against an unheard memory. You guess she has not been treated well by her peers. She blinks quickly, then her gaze locks onto you again. 'My School of Magic is extremely delicate. The flow of future memory can be warped, changed by many things. I can see this and compensate for them!' Sudden anger flares, her hands ball up into porcelain fists. You recognize all the signs frustration and the tiny deaths at the daggers of mockery. You nod you head slowly and say that you believe her. Then ask what the problem is? She searches your face for falsehood, but only sees your honest, unflinching eyes gazing back. She suddenly sees simple acceptance of her words, 'Oh, uum, yes. Well, I have a problem. It's not that I can't follow the rivers of possibility any more. It just that they all empty into a void. If it was just for one reading I could be convinced that it was purely that the person was going to die, or was entering a time of convergence. Where their decisions will shape their future, and then the flow of time will resume. It does happen from time to time. But this void is for everyone. This is impossible, either everyone in Karthak is doomed to die, or some thing is smothering my sight. I can tell a doom and it's not that. It must be the second reason.' The murky wisps hangs in the air. It muffles both sound and vision. You walk the streets in search of the evil that would twist the Seers talent. You imagine it must be quite something as she strikes you as a formidable person. A familiar sight suddenly catches your eye... In the shadows you see a Cut Purse stalking someone. You see no one in the gloom, so you quicken your step. Then you spot an Old Peddler sitting in a lonely corner clutching a half empty tray in her gnarled hands. Her tired eyes flicker open and she looks around slowly. The Cut Purse freezes, the turns and dashes off into the mist. Lost him! You take two steps, then rage into the choking clouds. A brittle chuckle brings you back to yourself. 'It never ceases to amaze me how youth can have such energy. I see you are a stranger to the Shambles. May I ask what you are looking for? No one comes here unless they are in search of something.' You tell her that you are searching for an evil that might be clouding a Seers talent. A crafty smile crawls over the old woman's weathered face. 'Ahhh, I shall tell you of an evil that walks unseen along the streets of the Shambles. But you must do me a favor first. I hear that the Street Peddlers are doing a roaring trade over in the Merchant Quarter. If you get me some Shiny Baubles for my tray, I will tell you our secret.' She holds out a battered scroll. |
