#morzakan

Characters: Morzakan Setting: D&D

There were promises that he had made before he had left home. They weighed heavy upon him, some days. For he knew what could and perhaps would be asked of him. He had been warned. And he had agreed.

So it was a relief to hear that he was on the right track. He was where he needed to be. Fate would guide his steps, as it had guided him to his people. The Lady of Crows taught to take chances and to not hesitate, and it had worked out for him so far.

He had faith. In his god, in his abilities, in whatever fate held in store for him.

Characters: Morzakan Setting: D&D

The bones clattered and rolled over the velvet cloth, a chaotic mix of yellow and white punctuated now and then by a bloody red rune. Dark gray hands reach out and gently sweep aside those that had fallen outside of the circle, before turning his attention to the ones that remained.

Promises of weal. Promises of woe.

Honestly, about what he expected lately.

With an understanding nod, he reaches out to pick up the rest of the bones, softly murmuring thanks to them as he does so. For others might have been concerned about such a reading, but he was not.