Timestamp: TBD by Esefir
The oldest Founder sat in a comfortable wooden rocking chair baiting a hook. His calmness was a tangible thing. And though he appeared alone on his massive porch which stretched over the water, he was far from it. A casual passersby would see him - some stopping to talk and others going about their business - and find someone alone fishing and deep in contemplative thought.
But Mathias was so much more. Marked three times by Xhyvas, he was a person that could untangle the tangled and pick apart complex weaves to see the potential of what lay trapped inside any situation. His aspect was potential. Syka existed because he saw the potential and invited people to settle here with him.
And as for him being alone... he truthfully wasn't. If they had the eyes to see - the other humans unmarked by Xhyves - they'd understand that his roof was draped with creatures. The Gasvik looked a little like gargoyles in a wide variety of shapes and sizes. Some were as small as his hands, and some taller and more massive than an adult human. They all had bat-like wings and lurked around Mathias' place like guardians.
That wasn't the whole truth though. He was the caretaker and keeper of them. They were Xhyves' creations, watchers and information gatherers in the world and almost all of them were here. They gathered to be in each other's company, to enjoy the solitude of Mathias' cabana... after having spent more than five hundred years scattered about Mizahar without Xhyves. The return of their God had caused them to gather, for he was often at Syka as a guest in Mathias' home.
And so, Mathias fishing alone was an illusion. And everyone who joined him on his porch rarely realized the crowd they were joining. No one could see or hear the Gasvik without the Xhyves mark. It was just the way of things. And that was the reason for Mathias' often secret smile or the fact that Mathias could be heard talking to himself often enough, holding up a one-sided conversation with no one at all... or perhaps just the wind, the tide, and the fish he usually liberated from the comforts of the sea.
It was also to whom any of the populace of Syka would direct a newcomer to go see. "Go see Mathias," They'd say, pointing out the direction of his place and how they should join him on his deck for fishing and conversation.
There would be good food, drink, and assistance in joining the Settlement.
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