Flashback Of Lies and Magic

[Naret Ferlin]

Sellsias shuffled slightly on his feet, feeling the frost cloaked leaves underneath him crunching under his boots as he watched his breath frost as it left his mouth into the chilling wind.
This cold was horrid; it made his mind fog and his body tire as he struggled for warmth even under a heavy woollen jacket. He peered out into the landscape hopelessly, but instead he caught a glimpse in the distance of what looked like a never ending dessert of canvas stretching across the plains, patched with bright and vibrant colours across its hide; he of course knew what it was for he had heard tales of its existence, but he had never thought he would see it himself, it brought a slight smile to his parched lips. After days of walking to have finally found somewhere, anywhere to stay, even if it would only be for a day or two.
He hefted his rucksack over his tired and worn back and shook his head as if to try and dispel the creeping cold before setting off again down into the vale bellow where the trees that concealed him ceased, blending instead into a never-ending sea of open grass.

As Selssias walked towards the encampment a charge of at least seven riders road out towards him like a blowing wind from the south, their steeds adorned with knotted metalwork across their backs and spindled rings wrung and braided into their manes. Finally his eyes were drawn to those who rode upon the horses; they were Drykas, clothed in beautifully decorated armor that called of countless days of effort and toil in their creation and with small expertly created weapons at their belts, guards he guessed, or at least something like it.
Selssias continued walking, it was no use trying to avoid the procession and it would do little good to act in anyway suspicious.
one of the riders drew within a few feat of him before shouting “wo, wo Nellis, halt!” calling his stead to a stop and being quickly joined by his brethren who formed up around Selsssias in a broad semicircle.
“Who is thy stranger in these lands? And what is your business here?” the man on the center mount called to Selssias, his voice loud and commanding.
Selssias thought quickly, he didn’t know much of the drykas, but he knew that most races disliked or even downright despised the Dahani and he didn’t want to take any chances ”I am…” his mind raced before falling on the name of the stable hand in his old caravan “Naret Ferlin, one of the Benshira hailing from Yaheba” he lied, a bit to quickly, but otherwise he thought it was quite convincing. He knew he could pass as a Bensira, after traveling with the caravan for so long he had learned of their customs and his human skin was still slightly tanned from the years spent in the deserts blaring heat to make him look the part.
The leader of the procession looked at him suspiciously, but in the end he nodded his head, “you will come with us Benshira” he said before calling his riders to form up and leading them back to the city.
Selssias followed the riders (what other choice did he have?) back to the city and then into a small tent off to the side of the main path.
The main rider dismounted and pushed Sellsias into the tent before following in himself. “Matter wake up!” he shouted at a man sleeping on a cot in the corner surrounded by paper and quills.
“wha-what? What is it?” the man called Matter said, jumping out of bed in a state of disarray, spectacles barely managing to dangle from his nostrils and his body in a state of undress.
“I want you to see this man we found, I don’t know if he’s telling us the truth” the rider growled “and put some damn clothes on” he said, picking up a cloth robe from a side table and tossing it to the man.
Matter caught the robe and pulled it over his naked body. “And why in the name of the holy goddess would you care about my opinion?” Matter said annoyance evident in his voice.
“Because I trust you after that opinion you gave to my wife about our child”
“Well don’t bring me anymore of your problems after this, especially not when I’m sleeping” Matter said the annoyance still present in his voice, but he gave off a hint of pride at the mention of the advice he had given.
“So who are you?” Matter said turning to Selssias.
Selssias couldn’t let this man dictate wether he could enter the city or not. No he couldn’t leave this to the dice rolls of chance; he had to twist the odds into his favor. He brought the djed within him to bear and then sent it burning into the man’s emotions; he raised the man’s feelings of pride and dignity slightly even as he let the man’s self confidence grow before finally finishing with advancing the man’s feelings of safety and control. “as I have said before to these gentleman, I am Naret Ferlin one of the Benshira hailing from Yaheba” he said confidently hoping that the tiny seeds of emotions that he had planted inside Matter would grow and flourish into the tree he wished for.
Matter turned to the rider anger evident on his face “You woke me up for this!? You burst in shouting to see if I could give my opinion on a Benshira traveler!? Realy!?" He shouted at the rider, the feelings of self confidence and annoyance growing naturally into burning unchecked anger.
Selssias grinned inside before letting his djed fall upon the riders mind, sowing a tiny bit of self doubt into the man’s consciousness.
“I-I don’t know? I valued your opinion” The rider said unsure.
“Next time don’t shout and wake me up because you value my opinion!” Matter said his anger still burning brightly.
“May I go?” Selssias said hoping his timing was right.
“You may go Benshiran” the rider said still smoldering in rage and doubt at Matters words.
Selssias Nodded his head slightly to the rider and ducked out of the tent into the bustling path where he was immediately jostled to the side by a man hauling a barrel filled with what looked like spices.
The man shouted at him for his incompetents as a slight spray of it fell to the ground for a solid ten minutes before eventually moving on, cursing under his breath.
After the man finally left Naret looked out at the never ending city of tents and simply smiled.

[Mythic]

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