The Oracles Eye Chapter 1Serok TtundainThe Oracles Eye1The Proposal The man watched. He sat in the corner of the bar, eyes flicking from one table to another, lingering on nothing, taking in everything. See the crowd of mercenaries muttering into their beers, dressed in the ragged armor of many nations, all of it stolen off of dead enemies. See the women, some of them beautiful, some of them less so, moving through the bar, plying their trade and describing, with lewd words and gestures, their wares. See the gamblers, shuffling cards or throwing dice. His eyes swept the bar itself, the grubby bartender, the men who leaned against the counter with their ales. A familiar scene, one that played out in many such establishments. Nothing new- But wait. What is this? The man leaned forwards imperceptibly, his eclectic finery rustling a little, eyes narrowing a fraction. That table back in the opposite corner. The
ORIGINSerok TtundaInORIGINBy Asher Elbein1The Wreckage The jungle sighed in the hot evening, steaming a soft whisper into the atmosphere and rustling gently in a light breeze. The deep forest covered miles, coating mountains, enshrouding cliffs, and concealing the contours of the floor beneath a thick wet blanket of verdant green. Unseen things moved through its depths, while hunters soared on the air currents, seeking an unwary animal that had wandered out to bask on the canopy. To the east, the jungle gave way to plains, in the west; rolling escarpments erupted into a great plateau, with snowcapped peaks that fed the great rivers of the forest. As night fell, the colors of the jungles changed, shifting from green to deep blue to black in the encroaching darkness. There was a period of silence in the forest, as the day animals slunk back into their dens, and the night animals issued forth to hunt and forage.