Vision 09/29/10Peering into the bowl of water, the dark elf quietly contemplates his question before speaking:
"Must each counselor position have five individuals vying for the position in order for a counselor to be chosen?"
The water ripples, and the vision is very blunt with Laurante... so blunt, it almost looks like black ink on a white parchment background.
Mages: It was supposed to be that way, but they're running out of time.
Dreamers: Yes, because then the other four can help the fifth who takes the spot. There's nothing to oppose a Dreamer. And yet they're just sitting there, not knowing what to do. What to do, indeed.
Defenders: There are only four, because everyone else is frightened off for trying. A fifth would round out the group, that was more active. A Defender doesn't mean a fighter. It means one willing to Defend regardless of the cost, and will not be swayed by half-truths and rumors.
Druids: SOMEBODY GET ON THE HORN ABOUT THAT PLEASE, GODS-DAMMIT. THAT DEMON IS FUCKING YOU GUYS OVER AND NEEDS TO BE DESTROYED.
Inventors: One among them knows exactly what to do. Whether he shared that with his fellow Inventors, unknown.
At this point, while we have been waiting to follow Tradition, we no longer can. We will take the best one we can, and Faerie will lift them up on high as a clear victor... if they are indeed the clear victor. We need everyone against Bedlam. We're running out of time.
Rhymers: We need to find that Tower.
Laurante leaned back and sighed. "I hate it when I'm right," he said softly to no one in particular.
Created by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 09-18-12 09:07 PM
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