Antelokes stood near the edge of the Tenday crowd, eyes darting across the myriad of attendees, many of them afflicted with some form of malady or another. To be honest, he didn't quite trust that someone wouldn't stand up and get violent. Strange things were happening in Syka, and it wasn't out of the question that something could happen to make one of the peaceful residents dangerous.
Antelokes just hoped he wouldn't be the one to crack and hurt someone. Ever since he'd landed here he'd been seeing things. Visions, messages from his god Ivak. The only problem was that they didn't feel quite right. Antelokes wasn't anyone to tell a god what he should or shouldn't show his followers, but the things he'd seen were harsher and crueler than he had come to expect from his patron. Antelokes had just about decided that either he had finally gone insane or the god had. The fact that weird things were happening to other people provided an attractive third option. It was the world itself who had gone insane.
He listened quietly as people presented their problems one by one. They were a sorry lot--that was for sure--and it put Antelokes' situation into perspective. He might spend a couple minutes every day a little unsure whether or not he would be burnt to a crisp, but at least he knew for sure what genitalia he would have when he woke up in the morning.
The hugging Isur spoke, and Antelokes considered his words, considering possible causes and solutions. This Crylon Stonecraft seemed much more knowlegable about this sort of thing than he himself was, but every bit of knowledge would help. He stood, nodding to Crylon and raising his voice.
"My name is Antelokes, I also came with the Veronica, Just in time for the excitement, looks like. As for what I have, I've been seeing things. It's not all the time, but every day so far I've received a vision from the gods. At least that's what they seem like, but I hope for all our sakes they're just part of this craziness. If it turns out they're all true I might just swim right out into the ocean until I find a shark hungry enough to oblige to eat me. It'd end faster that way." He shifted nervously.
"It's possible these visions could make me act strange, and if they do then you all have my permission to slap the sense back into me. Just... do it gently if you can.
As for where this all comes from, I didn't see anything out of the ordinary on the ship except for a few children, but I wasn't looking for anything either. I agree that that would be a good place to start. I don't know anything about any divine testing or playing or if we could do anything about it, but just in case that this is something we can fix ourselves I think we need to find out everything we can about how to do it."
Having said his piece, Antelokes quickly strode back to the outskirts of the group. There was an uneasy twist in his stomach, a gut feeling that told him that if he was wrong and if these visions were valid then talking about them was just sealing his doom. He swallowed back the fear and tried to immerse himself in cool rationale. Whatever was happening here was hurting people. Hurting children too. He could deal with his own fears.
He hoped.
Antelokes just hoped he wouldn't be the one to crack and hurt someone. Ever since he'd landed here he'd been seeing things. Visions, messages from his god Ivak. The only problem was that they didn't feel quite right. Antelokes wasn't anyone to tell a god what he should or shouldn't show his followers, but the things he'd seen were harsher and crueler than he had come to expect from his patron. Antelokes had just about decided that either he had finally gone insane or the god had. The fact that weird things were happening to other people provided an attractive third option. It was the world itself who had gone insane.
He listened quietly as people presented their problems one by one. They were a sorry lot--that was for sure--and it put Antelokes' situation into perspective. He might spend a couple minutes every day a little unsure whether or not he would be burnt to a crisp, but at least he knew for sure what genitalia he would have when he woke up in the morning.
The hugging Isur spoke, and Antelokes considered his words, considering possible causes and solutions. This Crylon Stonecraft seemed much more knowlegable about this sort of thing than he himself was, but every bit of knowledge would help. He stood, nodding to Crylon and raising his voice.
"My name is Antelokes, I also came with the Veronica, Just in time for the excitement, looks like. As for what I have, I've been seeing things. It's not all the time, but every day so far I've received a vision from the gods. At least that's what they seem like, but I hope for all our sakes they're just part of this craziness. If it turns out they're all true I might just swim right out into the ocean until I find a shark hungry enough to oblige to eat me. It'd end faster that way." He shifted nervously.
"It's possible these visions could make me act strange, and if they do then you all have my permission to slap the sense back into me. Just... do it gently if you can.
As for where this all comes from, I didn't see anything out of the ordinary on the ship except for a few children, but I wasn't looking for anything either. I agree that that would be a good place to start. I don't know anything about any divine testing or playing or if we could do anything about it, but just in case that this is something we can fix ourselves I think we need to find out everything we can about how to do it."
Having said his piece, Antelokes quickly strode back to the outskirts of the group. There was an uneasy twist in his stomach, a gut feeling that told him that if he was wrong and if these visions were valid then talking about them was just sealing his doom. He swallowed back the fear and tried to immerse himself in cool rationale. Whatever was happening here was hurting people. Hurting children too. He could deal with his own fears.
He hoped.