[Ice Tower] Perspective (Creeper)

[Oluse]

512 Spring 41

Understandably, Oluse had not had the luxury of visiting the legendary watchtower when traveling northbound a season before. However, with some careful negotiating he had managed to not only convince the Drykas to veer nearly a half day off course, but had also won himself almost an entire bell to go touch, and explore the ancient ruin.

He was partly concerned, when told that none of the Drykas would be going with him, instead opting to stop for lunch, a meal Oluse would be skipping for his exploits. Time always seemed to prioritize itself as some supreme essence among the horse people, which Oluse understood well enough having worked so long in the clinic, where seconds could me the difference between life and death.

Oluse didn't mind solitude, usually, but the storm had turn the already terrifying reaches into a genuinely chaotic region. Since the fast paces crew set out Oluse had seen things unlike he had ever imagined, especially in the Northern Reaches. Both wonderful and terrible. Enough to push Oluse to feel quite comfortable with the group, and even slowly begin to relinquish he strong sense of privacy. A slow process for a young man who had lived alone in a tiny inn room, with scarcely a friend, for several seasons.

Assuming the best, however, Oluse approaches the mysterious spire, leaving his protectors behind. It reaching up to what seemed to Oluse an immense height. He could not completely explain his draw to the bestial ruins. Perhaps it was how bold they were, and enduring, something Oluse very much admired. Perhaps it was the shape that drew Oluse to crave a single sight of the plaque that may border it's entrance, one which scrawled letter foreign to Oluse. The Ice Tower, was the name which no doubt had been engraved into the ancient sign, and Oluse had worried at first the name had been literal. Though, the Drykas had confidently assured him otherwise.

No, after some contemplation, and after finally seeing with his own eyes the construct he figured he knew the truth behind why he was so drawn by the tower. He felt the surprisingly warm metal of his medallion against his chest, and came to a stop a little ways off from the Drykas gathering. There he dug through his excessive clothing and extracted the bulky symbol, a door of Aquiras, wreathed in artistic adornments. Adornment he now knew were Vantha in origin. Straining his neck he peered at it a moment, running a finger over the metal quickly letting the heat of his own body slip into the air. It seemed to ring slightly in his hand, not literally, but in the way that instilled in Oluse a keen sense of de ja vu. He squinted a moment, trying to recall where the feeling was from. A dream, not from the night before but from long ago, when he first left Denval. Like all dreams he could not remember this one, or tell if it was good or bad. Perhaps simply mundane. Still, the feeling caused him to pay more attention, and leave the medallion outside of his shirt for once, instead of tucking it back in. As his unreachable memory dictated in it's silent and elusive way. Then, with renewed focus he continued marching toward the tower for a closer expierence.

[Capricious]

Unfortunately, this thread is being closed. Creeper never responded and it has been a year since this thread was active.