12-28-2024, 11:57 AM
Anton approached, but did not speak as the man - the Veilwarden - welcomed him into their fold. He knew he sought answers, but he didn't know the questions to ask. A strange feeling. He watched as the presentation began and could only feel disappointment. It wasn't that it wasn't impressive. It was, but he had expected more. Anton had been a part of a number of shows and he recognized one when he saw it. It was an attraction to bring in the masses.
That didn't mean the Brotherhood did not hold truth. It was merely that their method for bringing in people was more robust rather than the solemnity he had expected. There were two others here not of the faith as it were. A girl, awe radiating from her at the spectacle, and a man, who before the Veilwardens had done their thing had terrified the woman with him. He could feel the fear radiating from her. It put Anton on his guard with regards to the man.
Anton understood little of what they said, but it all came back to the image of the man before them. The Ascendancy. As Anton looked at him, his brow furrowed in a concentration. Anytime he looked at an image of the man, he felt something. It was that feeling that brought him here today. A feeling of deja vu - a sense they had once met, and their meeting had not been a happy one. Anton didn't understand it. He had certainly never met the Ascendancy, and he doubted he would.
The Luminar arrived, and began to speak, again, most of what he said Anton didn't understand. Then again, he had arrived late to the party, maybe he had missed some crucial talk at the beginning. Still he followed as they began to enter the Hall of Echoes, the only one seeming to speak was the man who had terrified the young woman. He certainly liked to hear his own voice. Anton followed in continued silence.
That didn't mean the Brotherhood did not hold truth. It was merely that their method for bringing in people was more robust rather than the solemnity he had expected. There were two others here not of the faith as it were. A girl, awe radiating from her at the spectacle, and a man, who before the Veilwardens had done their thing had terrified the woman with him. He could feel the fear radiating from her. It put Anton on his guard with regards to the man.
Anton understood little of what they said, but it all came back to the image of the man before them. The Ascendancy. As Anton looked at him, his brow furrowed in a concentration. Anytime he looked at an image of the man, he felt something. It was that feeling that brought him here today. A feeling of deja vu - a sense they had once met, and their meeting had not been a happy one. Anton didn't understand it. He had certainly never met the Ascendancy, and he doubted he would.
The Luminar arrived, and began to speak, again, most of what he said Anton didn't understand. Then again, he had arrived late to the party, maybe he had missed some crucial talk at the beginning. Still he followed as they began to enter the Hall of Echoes, the only one seeming to speak was the man who had terrified the young woman. He certainly liked to hear his own voice. Anton followed in continued silence.