To be a man I am under foot of women’s soot. I am the hour of power. Righteous and clean. I’ll fight you and I am mean. But also cool and collected. Underneath this human skin perspective. I’ve a font of power at my beckon call. So how do I use it? 

I conduct my reckoning. it’s about to begin… I’m going to sin. Yet again.  

“I can hear myself thinking.” Locke states as he ruminates. Standing tall in the fog of mornings bog. It’s been a full day here in the Olcan Tribe establishment. The ramparts are as ever. The huts at the base of the foot of the giant marble statue of Lady Olcan. The left most toe. A pinkie. Circled around with what they found.

The guard is a mix of proud wolf and those that have given in. Given up. Their eyes say all this stuff.

They stand before the gates yet again. This time the front door entrance is open. The tracks still left from dragging the crocodile colossus can be found in the dirt. The waves are crashing. Something that hasn’t happened in a long long time. They’d been frozen in time. Not ice but frozen. Now it’s been reactivated. As if paused and then hit play again. 

It’s got the entire village spooked. They’re happy but it’s new. Unfamiliar. Danger. Stranger. 

The rivers lead off the cliff face and precipitate down into a deluge of a waterfall. Other creeks and bends seep through cracks and spill from this and that to form streams through it all. This harbor is made by a god and maintained by Feralis who’s just woken up. If she even so much as yawns there might be a watery disaster. She’ll have to be careful. 

“I don’t see the path.” Locke continues as she stands on a boulder as if a first explorer. Hand at forehead taking in the view. For all the construction of the Marble Obstruction on the edifices of the cliffs face they really haven’t developed the land. A simple wooden peer. Made half hazardously by a cantankerous goblin most likely. These Morea seem smitten to simply exist. The industry was really the goblins business. If there was a schism there wasn’t much of a difference just maybe a slight disagreement. Yes… this is how Locke thinks…

“It’s a cool harbor.” Corin inserts. She stands in the sand behind Locke and his rock. The wind blowing her hair and her’ too. A vicious wind picking up  indicating a coming storm approaching. 

“I’ve seen worse.” Tye chips in hands crossed over fauxhawk raging as if afire.

“Yeah, well this isn’t earth so we have to get an entirely new set of bearings.” Locke shouts back to him.

Brent stands feet away a colossus unmoved by the winds display yet he seems to be hunched over as if to protect something…

“Brent! What are you doing?!” Locke demands

Everyone looks to him instantly and as if caught red handed the giants face turns red. He shrugs. 

“He said nothing” Tye shouts out for all to hear.

“Is this really how you communicate?” Nora asks Corin. Adjacent to her. Accompanied by her younger sister and Tetters and gran gran.

There is a small collection of guardsmen yet behind them trailing back into the estate as if dropping pieces to remember their escape route. 

The captain of the Guard Gauge appears from them. “I’ve seen this type of storm before. Long ago before most of you were born and the curse lay upon us! It’s going to be very bad we need to prepare the village and get the people into the main estate building. It’s the only thing strong enough to defend from what comes next.”

“What comes next?” Nora asks

“My lady..” Gauge begins but is cut off my Gran Gran.

Lady Matriarch screams “fire be bold and old I’m am told it flickers but never withers!”

Obstacle 38. Connections