Samuel
Sam had been wandering for a while now, trying to follow The Voice's wishes. He had explored as much as he could brave doing, the only places left untouched those that frightened him (Ludo's Woods, Sidhe) and those that were difficult to find (the Mathair). He had taken care to remain invisible, unseen, exploring the quietest way he could. Both to avoid the Fae, and any of Zariah's soldiers that could be searching for him.He was not sure if it was paranoia to imagine them behind every corner, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
After a few days though, he was beginning to feel...lost. The wanderings were feeling less like a pilgrammage and more like a desperate search for anything meaningful, anything to help him understand what The Voice had sent him out to do. Was there something he was missing?
The only thing he could think of, after a lot of consideration, was that she wanted him to spread her influence beyond the barrier. Spread awareness of her and the benefits of Ascension - something that slowly, he was coming around to. He had once been very bitter indeed about his change of race, but now he had his patch and had spoken to The Voice more...he was beginning to actually quite like his identity.
He found a spot beneath a tree with some space and set to work arranging rocks in a circle, with a larger rock in the middle serving as a kid of table. On this he placed a note (not an offering, for he knew The Voice did not want for material things much): For the Ascended. While he worked he was visible, feeling confidently hidden enough by the surrounding foliage to let his guard down as he made the structure. As a final touch, he took a knife from his bag (a necessity he had thought to bring) and after a breath to steady himself, pierced his thumb (and made a noise of pain) then smeared the small amount of fluid over the top of the centre stone.
You say time will wash every tower to the sea
And now you've got this worry in your heart
