Aarurdoss

He is a seer, a prophet - he sees all that others cannot. He sees lines -endless lines tieing the world to itself in even more endless knots. The glory of this world causes him to weep endlessly. His tears leave glowing tracks down his cheeks that smell of rain. The past, present, and future are all shown to his eyes, all as fragments and moments in time. They all come and go quickly in fleeting and incomprehensible. To foretell the future he must focus, focus and pace, focus and pace- and even then his visions are of a future that might be, for no future is absolute.

Regardless of his size, he moves thru space like a whisper never staying in one spot for too long. Many who encounter him only hear the sounds of his many flapping black wings or the soft patters of his silent tears on stone. He is something like a ghost despite being very much alive. Yet he like many who call the empire home, he is here of a reason. As violence increased in many of the cities he saw a knot of lives were in danger so as if compelled he came to them with his tears and sight. Now he waits for the danger to come to him and wait he shall.

Few will approach him unsolicited but those who do hear his sorrow filled voice and will often sit with him and listen to his soft yet hoarse voice.

Needs: Piebald, Paint, Wintercoat, & Gaoler Scroll