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Twisted Confessional | Everway

Meeting The Seers Nar

<Lxndr>
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Everway: Blindsight Session 2
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* Prodigal is back

<Lxndr>
Last time, on Everway:
* (Little Girl) "Mommy, mommy, look! Poof!" * (Dryad) "Seers?" The Dryad looks about at the one who spoke, composing herself. "Yes. I have come seeking those you call seers." * Looking to each of the people present, "Cease this foolish game. Which of you has summoned Morning? This was not my destination. *
"Seers are born," Apricot says. "I knew when she was still in my womb, for I felt her first visions." She rubs her belly fondly. "And yes, I will miss her, but this is a great honor for her, and she is not too far a walk away." * The question brings the Dryad up short. "The tapestry of creation is more that the world you know. There are worlds beyond the reach of most men."
* "Now Lark," Warden says, "it only stings for a little bit." He puts some water into the mix. "Apricot, can you hold your daughter's eyes open?" * (Morning Weald) "I vow here, before the spirits of life of this world, you will not commit this abomination while I breathe. I am sworn to protect the innocent." * "Would you deny my child this honor?" Apricot suddenly screeches.
* "How long will these old ways persist? What will happen to your child in old age when no one comes?" * Prodigal moves into the hut and takes Morning by the shoulders, looking into her eyes. "Be reasonable. What are you going to do? Take the child from her mother?" * Suddenly, Father Clockspring collapses in the corner, the rose-colored glasses falling from his face. * Prodigal grabs the table instead of Morning, and drags it out of the h
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As the scene opens, Prodigal stands outside, wriggling table in hand, as Inferno looks on. Inside, Dryad bends over the unconscious Father Clockspring as Morning Weald continues to stop Warden from anointing small Lark with the so-called "gift" of blindness.
<+Prodigal>
Prodigal unceremoniously drags the struggling table to the edge of the cliff and throws it off.
<*Morning Weald*>
"Give me the child, Warden, before you hurt her."

* Inferno looks on as Prodigal wrestles with the table, a deep scowl etched on his face. He looks back and forth from the door to the hut and then to Prodigal. "What in the planes..." he mumbles to himself. "What's going on in there?" he demands of Prodigal.

<*Warden*>
puts the rose-colored glasses back on his face, and squints at Morning Weald. Apricot clutches tightly to her child, who by this point is crying in fear.

* Dryad had already haded the old man his glasses, blacing them in his hand. If Father Clockspring is merely unconscious, she will direct her attention to the conflict. "It is not out place to interfere when even the child wishes this."

<Dryad>
[oops.]

* Dryad had already handed the old man his glasses, blacing them in his hand. If Father Clockspring is merely unconscious, she will direct her attention to the conflict. "It is not our place to interfere when even the child wishes this."

<Dryad>
[typos.]
<*Morning Weald*>
And when are children rational enough to make their own decisions? The child has been BRAINWASHED by her people, and her mother.
<Lxndr>
npc Lark continues to cry.
<*Lark*>
continues to cry.
<+Prodigal>
Prodigal heads back into the hut. He doesn't look angry as much as stern. "Morningweald, come outside. No more of this. You will not accomplish anything of value like this."
<*Morning Weald*>
"And going outside will simply allow this barbaric travesty to occur! I stand by my vow, this child will not be blinded, this abomination will not occur."
<+Prodigal>
Prodigal sighs. "Then what WILL happen, Morningweald?"
"Offer a solution. Offer an alternative."
<Lxndr>
"The child will come with me, and I will leave this world with her."

* Inferno continues his deep scowl at being ignored by Prodigal. He stalks after him and was about to say something when Prodigal spoke to Morning Weald. He cranes his neck to look over Prodigal's shoulder at the scene.

<*Morning Weald*>
"The child will come with me, and I will leave this world with her."

* Dryad looks to the child, then the Warden, then Morning Weald. She steps over to stoop by the child. "Perhaps. But it is still not our place to interfere. You have no more right to force your wishes on this child than they do." She looks to the mother. "I do not approve of what you will do, but I will help the child. I will lend her some strength for the ordeal."

<*Apricot*>
"My child will do no such thing!"

* *Lark* cries some more. "Mommy, mommy, is that mean old woman going to take me away?"

<+Prodigal>
"So instead of a prophet, you will make her an orphan, kidnapped, alone, afraid."
"A greater evil I have never heard."
<*Morning Weald*>
"It is less evil than a parent willingly mutilating her own child!"
<+Prodigal>
"It's not a mutilation, Morningweald. It's a transformation. I will wait for you outside. If you come with the child, I will knock you senseless and return it to its mother. If you decide to see reason, then I will not.
<Inferno>
"It is not right to meddle in others affairs. It appears the only one that has difficulty with this decision is you, who is clearly not of this world."
<+Prodigal>
Prodigal goes back outside.
<*Morning Weald*>
What is not right is to allow this tragedy to go on? Are none of you moved to stop this horror?

* Father Clockspring sits bolt upright, screaming

<Father Clockspring>
GRRRRUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHGKH!

* Father Clockspring clutches his temples, trying to find rhythm for his ragged breath

<Dryad>
"If the child wished your aid, you would be right to give it. But she does-" She looks over at the old man.

* Inferno opens his mouth to respond to Morning Weald but is stopped by the screaming. "..."

* *Warden* looks over at Father Clockspring. "Oh dear. He put the glasses on," he says, quietly. "Not everyone can take the sight," he adds, shaking his head.

* Father Clockspring seems to have one foot still in the nightmare world of unfathomable visions, but he speaks clearly

<Father Clockspring>
They're more than just a blind man's affectation, and no mistake!

* Father Clockspring squeezes the bridge of his nose, a grimace of regret crumpling his features

* Inferno blinks a few times and then looks back to Morning Weald. "I would hardly call it a tragedy. The girl's life will continue and it appears she will be celebrated among her people."

<Father Clockspring>
Warden, forgive me. I once studied such enchantments, and wanted to learn of their capability. Tell me, what sight do they grant you?
<Lxndr>
npca Morning Weald sighs in frustration, then in one fluid motion crosses the room and takes Lark from Apricot's hands.

* *Morning Weald* sighs in frustration, then in one fluid motion crosses the room and takes Lark from Apricot's hands.

<*Morning Weald*>
"If none of the rest of you will stop this tragedy, then I must."

* *Morning Weald* runs out of the tent, heading down the slope, presumably towards the Gate.

<+Prodigal>
Prodigal gives chase.

* Inferno simply watches as Morning Weald moves to leave with the child. He then storms out of the tent after she does muttering, "I have no patience for this."

* Father Clockspring holds his head, his vision still confused

* Dryad stands from her position trying to comfort the child, attempting to block Morning Weald's way. "You have no right."

<+Prodigal>
Prodigal quickly catches Morningweald, having been warned by the interchange with Dryad. He grabs her by the hair, pulling her up short. A practiced blow to the head leaves Morningweald unconscious on the ground.

* *Lark* cries even more at all the violence happening around her.

* Dryad follows shortly after. "Let me take the child to her mother." She speaks calmly, soothingly.

<+Prodigal>
Prodigal makes sure that Morningweald isn't dead, and then sits back to wait for her to recover.
<*Warden*>
"Since my table seems to have run away, Apricot, could you hold your child in your lap?"

* Inferno looks surprised as he watches the exchange, his brow furrowing a little but he doesn't speak up in protest as this certainly seems to be moving things along.

<Lxndr>
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<Dryad>
"If you will permit it, I will hold the child. Perhaps I can ease her ordeal."
<Lxndr>
"They are a little farther down the ridge," Warden says, carrying Lark on his shoulders. She seems a little bit disoriented, but otherwise in good humor. "Are you ready to meet your new friends?" Apricot asks her daughter. Lark says, "Yes, mommy," and if she sounds less enthusiastic than she did before, it's understandable.

Around the next corner, suspended OVER the cliff, three blinded children sit in cages.
Another ten or twelve cages hang empty.

* Inferno follows along after the group, he blinks a few times when he sees the cages and the children, his face hardening slightly.

<*Warden*>
"Come, Lark, you can have the same cage I had when I was a Seer," Warden says, pulling in one of the cages along a pulley.

* Father Clockspring stumbles after the group, his vision still in a bit of a haze from his experience with the glasses

<*Seers*>
"Walkers from beyond, a sight we haven't seen in years." The children speak, sometimes simultaneously, sometimes in tandem, but rarely more than two words at a time. Lark, not even in the cages, is already starting to mouth along with them.

* Father Clockspring startles at the chorus, squinting at the figures. "Did he say *cage*?"

* *Warden* helps Lark into one of the cages, giving her a small summer sausage.

<*Seers*>
"Welcome new sister, welcome new Seer, welcome again Edge Warden, welcome mother, and welcome Walkers. Come, ask your questions of the Seers."
<Lxndr>
(Lark spoke the two words 'welcome mother')

* Inferno looks to the rest of the group and then back at the seers. "The seers are all children? What wisdom do they offer?"

<*Warden*>
"The visions fade as childhood becomes adulthood. It is not wisdom they offer, but visions, and knowledge. The wisdom is brought to the visions through Blindsight's elders, or through your own eyes."

* Father Clockspring begins to make out the shapes dangling above the precipice

<Father Clockspring>
Why this place? Why the cages?

* Inferno turns a skeptical eye to the children, as if trying to see through his own hazy vision. "You have seen planewalkers before?" he asks, almost hesitantly.

<*Warden*>
"This place is holy, full of magic. Spirits play right over the ridge. The cages are for the children's safety, so they can be surrounded by the spirits, infused with their essence, and not fall into the ravine below."
<*Seers*>
"We have not, but this land has. Walkers come, walkers go. Our Warden has met Walkers in his time, rare as they may be. Strange tides bring you here."

* Father Clockspring looks to the warden. "Is what they say true? Have you met Walkers before?"

* Inferno nods thoughtfully. "They are indeed strange for my own part." He glances back to his peers and then to the seers. "What can you say of what brings me here?"

<*Warden*>
"When I was in the cages, one gave me these," he says, touching the lenses. "There have been few, here and there."
<*Seers*>
"The paths of the Walkers are tied up in Fortune and tangled in Fate. Every Gate is a gamble, every destination a discovery."
<Lxndr>
"Your path, Inferno, crosses with blood, and with destiny."
<*Seers*>
"Your path, Inferno, crosses with blood, and with destiny."

* Father Clockspring looks to the Seers. "What of Morning Weald? What do you see in her path?"

* Inferno listens intently, watching the seers, eyes flicking back and forth as the voice roams from child to child. "But what of the tree that plagues my dreams?" he demands.

<*Seers*>
"Of Weald, there is sickness, and death; but also new beginnings. Of your tree... that is far from where you are now, and many paths may lead you there. Chase the signs."

* Dryad looks at the scene. It bothers her, but it doesn't appear to bother the children, so she makes no comment. Instead she says, "I seek my Queen, and my sisters."

<*Seers*>
"You are alone in this world, poor treesister. Your Queen lives, and can be reclaimed, but the path can be hard... perhaps too hard, treesister."
<Dryad>
"Can you guide me to her?"
<*Seers*>
"Beware putting down roots. Let Fortune guide you. Your Queen will be returned to you."

* Father Clockspring sighs, hearing the news about Morning

* *Warden* wheels each child in, giving them more food and water, while all this is going on.

* Father Clockspring watches the cages mournfully, but does not move to ask their vision for himself. He has long since stopped making wishes.

* Inferno looks to Dryad, studying her a moment silently and then glancing back to the seers. "I asked for answers, not more questions," he mutters to himself.

<*Seers*>
"Will you save our home, or destroy it?"
<Father Clockspring>
What danger threatens your home?
<*Seers*>
"Destruction (destruction (destruction (destruction) ) ) )"
<Father Clockspring>
In what form? How will it be destroyed?
<*Seers*>
"One will come, and will destroy. Sight or blinded, none can help. The Cockatrice crows..."
<Father Clockspring>
If none can help, then why do you ask if we come to save you? Can you not see?
<*Warden*>
"The visions are not always clear things. They speak to what moves them, but the future is more difficult to catch than it is to catch sparrow with a sewing needle."
<Inferno>
They speak in riddles, all of this is nonsense.

* Father Clockspring raises a hand to Inferno, as if to beg his patience

<*Seers*>
"Rasp is not done with you, Inferno."
<Father Clockspring>
And yet, Seers... If we *were* to move to save you, what vision could you provide in our aid?
<*Seers*>
"Someone from beyond saves, another destroys. The path is unclear. Which of you is the sign?"

* Father Clockspring lowers his hand, a look of apology to Inferno. "It seems you were right. Riddles within riddles..."

<Inferno>
"Is Rasp the one that is coming? Is he here?"

* Inferno looks worried now.

<*Seers*>
"Rasp does not bring destruction to Blindsight this week... it is another. Are you the sign?"
Which one of you is the sign?
<Inferno>
"The sign? What sign? What are you talking about?"
<*Seers*>
The sign comes, the sign destroys.
<Inferno>
"Well if need be..."
<Father Clockspring>
How will we know who is the sign?

* *Seers* begin to weep in their cages.

* Inferno winces a little. "I didn't mean I would... I mean... confound it..."

* Father Clockspring screws up his face "They're still just children..."

<Father Clockspring>
No matter what spirits speak through them, they are children...
<*Warden*>
"I think it's best for you to go now. Perhaps you can speak to the Seers later, but for now, they need to rest and recuperate. And EAT!" (The last, he directs at the children.)

* Father Clockspring sighs and follows the Warden's lead

* Inferno turns and glances back over his shoulder before he moves to leave. "I think perhaps that would be best. These children are rather... rather..." He seems a little shaken and cannot finish.

<*Warden*>
"Apricot, you are going directly back to town? Can you lead these visitors to the guest house?"
<Lxndr>
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On the way back to town, the Dryad (and no one else) sees this woman stealthily moving through the trees towards the Seers.

* Dryad was walking along, pondering what the children said, trying to make sense of it. Mixed with that was sadness. Now she stops, watching.

<Dryad>
"I wonder what she is doing. The road would be easier to travel.
"

* Father Clockspring nearly runs into Dryad

<Father Clockspring>
Hmm? Who?

* Father Clockspring rubs his eyes and tries to follow Dryad's gaze

* Dryad notices his eyes. "Do your eyes still trouble you?"

* Father Clockspring waves his hand dismissively "Ah, at my age I'm amazed I don't need glasses like Warden's. I'll recover. But whom do you see?"

* Father Clockspring peers and finally notices the figure

* Inferno follows the pointing of Dryad as well, frowning a little.

* Dryad puts her hand to Clockspring's face. "Are you certain?"

* Father Clockspring nods "I see an expectant mother in a cowl... better by the minute..."

<Dryad>
She's not really paying attention to the sneaking human anymore. Clockspring's eyes have drawn her attention.

* Father Clockspring looks Dryad in the eye, whispering "Shall we follow?" His eyes now twinkle with kindly mischief.

* Dryad looks again, remembering the woman. "She seems to prefer privacy."

<Father Clockspring>
I can sympathize, but remember the warnings the Seers gave... We could keep our distance, and just be ready to protect...
<Lxndr>
(The woman is nearly out of range of sight)
<Inferno>
"Something tells me we should follow her."

* Father Clockspring takes one glance back at Apricot. "Besides, you are a lady of the forest, are you not?" He turns and hops after the elusive figure.

<Dryad>
"As you wish." Dryad's tone suggests she doesn't really care. Or perhaps she's just weary.

* Dryad follows the woman, giving her a long lead.

* *Woman* turns around as she hears twigs and branches break behind her.

<*Woman*>
"Who goes there?"

* Father Clockspring winces at Dryad but plays along, ambling up to the woman good-naturedly

<Father Clockspring>
Good evening, my lady! I am Father Clockspring, wandering tinkster!
<Inferno>
"I am Inferno. What is your business up here my lady?"
<Lxndr>
"I am Dawn. Shadow Dawn. And my business is my family's, and my own!"

* Dryad was giving a long lead, and continues to do so, remaining in the distance. She sits down, resting against a tree.

<*Shadow*>
Dawn "Who are you strangers? More pilgrims for the Seers"

* Father Clockspring nods, "Yes, we have been greeted as such."

<*Shadow Dawn?*>
"What is it you need of me?" She smooths down her dress.
<Inferno>
"Forgive us for intruding but if you seek the seers at this hour, perhaps it would be better put off to another time."

* Father Clockspring shakes his head. "We simply saw a woman with child braving the thicket, and decided to offer our assistance."

<*Shadow Dawn?*>
"It is the way of the Shadow family to take from the roads, and move alongside the thickets. I need no assistance, but thank you."
"Is there a problem with the Seers, pilgrim?"
<Inferno>
"According to their warden they require rest. Perhaps we will take you back there tomorrow."

* Father Clockspring ruffles his hair as though searching for a thought. "Hmm, funny you should ask. Should there be?"

<*Shadow Dawn?*>
"It is their Warden to whom I must speak. Please, allow me my business."
<Father Clockspring>
"Very well, it's settled then! We shall escort you to Warden, and then be on our way!"

* Father Clockspring begins walking ahead, clearly unable to accept "no" as an answer

<*Shadow Dawn?*>
"Thank you gentlemen, and lady, but I require no es..."

* *Shadow Dawn?* sighs.

* Inferno follows along with Father Clockspring.

* Dryad is still back in the woods, leaning against a tree, eyes closed. She might be asleep.

<Lxndr>
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"Pilgrims, you are back already?!" He is stroking his cat, which is sitting on his lap. "The Seers are napping now. I apologize."
<Father Clockspring>
"Worry not, Warden. We will leave them their rest. But we have brought someone to see you."
<*Warden*>
"Shadow Dawn! How nice of you to come. Are you well? You normally have no need of an escort - has something happened to the child?"
<*Shadow Dawn?*>
"No, no Warden, I'm fine. These gentlemen simply insisted on accompanying me."
"You men may go now, thank you."

* Inferno gives a slight bow to Shadow, "It was merely out of caution my dear. Thank you for letting us accompany you." With that he moves away.

* Father Clockspring waggles his fingers and steps out the door

* Father Clockspring taps Inferno on the shoulder and makes a hushing motion before leading him out of sight or casual hearing of Warden's tent. He opens his pack and fishes out the necessary bits and bobs, including a small copper bowl and a delicate white feather

* Father Clockspring works quickly and silently, binding, bending, attaching, and merging the pieces until he has what looks like a miner's lantern, only instead of a candle in the mirror's center, there is the feather, and a tube leads up to a bulky muff over one ear. Pleased with his creation, he aims the feather piece toward the tent and motions for Inferno to join him listening to the earpiece

<Lxndr>
* (inside the tent)

* Inferno does his best to be still, the best chance he has at being quiet and subtle and just watches the crazy old man with with detached interest.

<Lxndr>
Dawn: "I know it for sure now. My - OUR child is a Seer!"
Warden: "How wonderful! There are so few in the cages these days, and I'm pretty sure poor Wolf will soon lose the Sight entirely."
Dawn: "No, Warden. I don't want my child to be blinded and caged. As soon as I'm able, after the birth, I'll be taking her away. I want you to come with me."
Warden: "What? No! I need to care for the Seers. And you KNOW what will happen if that child grows up with both Sight and eyes."
Dawn: "No! I do not. I have only the word of those long-dead. Gossip and rumors from the past!"
Warden: "It is true, Dawn. Believe me."
Dawn: "I cannot! I will not. I love my child, and I will not see her blinded."
Warden: "I love you, Dawn, but I can't support you in this. Please, for my sake and your child's, stay and do what's right."
Dawn: "I know what's right for me and my baby! Oooh." *Thud*
Warden: "Dawn? Dawn, are you all right?"

* Father Clockspring looks with alarm to Inferno

* Inferno looks back at Father Clockspring. "Is something amiss?" he asks in a whisper.

<Father Clockspring>
She's in trouble. Come!

* Father Clockspring runs to the tent, ripping the earpiece from his head

<*Dawn*>
"Yes, I'm fine. Just another spell."
<*Warden*>
"Spell? You mean vision, don't you."

* Father Clockspring rushes to Dawn's side

* *Dawn* gives Warden a sharp look as she notices Clockspring in the doorway.

* Inferno follows Clockspring doing his best to remain quiet as he jogs after him.

<Father Clockspring>
We heard shouting. Madam, are you well?
<*Dawn*>
"Yes, yes I'm fine. The baby takes a lot out of me. I simply swooned, and fell. Already I'm feeling better, see?"

* *Dawn* stands up.

* Inferno looks at Clockspring rather unimpressed and crosses his arms over his chest.

* Father Clockspring ruffles his hair again, avoiding Inferno's eyes

<Father Clockspring>
It would seem in any event that the lady Dawn has need of an escort after all.
<Inferno>
"Yes. Indeed. Have you concluded your business here my lady?"
<*Dawn*>
"No."
<*Warden*>
"Yes."
<Lxndr>
(spoken simultaneously)

* Father Clockspring lowers his hand and looks back and forth between them

<*Dawn*>
"Apparently, this matter isn't going to be resolved today. Good day, Warden."

* *Dawn* walks out and begins to head back to town.

* Father Clockspring grins ear-to-ear and waves to the warden again, stepping out of the tent to follow Dawn

* Inferno nods to the warden. "Warden," and then follows after Dawn.

* Dryad is dozing, propped against a tree, a little way's off the road, but not far. In what looks like a very uncomfortable position, she nevertheless seems quite comfortable. This is how she will be found by any who pass.