Role

Chapter 4

The Change, the Foretelling

The shaman of Jhul'Tuq closed his eyes as sweat rolled down his massive
brows. 'The dream has come. Great change comes with it to this land.'
Raquintas and Talrog glanced at each other as they stood in the massive tent.
'Life change, what you know, what you live, in all your days, hold fast to
dreams,' the shaman continued as he walked around the tent gathering items
and grinding them into a large bowl. 'Great things I have foreseen, for the
both of you.' Screams erupted from outside the tent, the sound of battle,
the unfamiliar clang of metal. Before the battle rage could overtake either
of the brothers, the shaman spoke a final time to them, 'This battle is not
for you, dream now.' Quickly he threw a fistful of brown dust into each of
their faces, as they collapsed in a heap on the ground, the shaman walked out
of the tent to meet his fate.