By the time word reached Rance in Sanctuary, tales of the lights around the cathedral have already spread far, taking on a more fantastical note with each retelling. Spirits of the dead or creatures of pure light, paying their respects or causing mischief around the small temple. More than one person claimed that to have been told to spread the word by the god themself. Rance had his doubts, even if Maea had implied that the gods of Caido applied a heavier hand than those of his homeland. He’d never been particularly religious and he had yet to see anything that would give him a reason to change. Perhaps a little respect for the deities would curb his curiosity, but that was doubtful. He followed that curiosity through a portal and back to distant shores, near where a great, flightless bird had called for help. Directions from the locals led him to the growing group of onlookers and worshipers. Most seemed to be hanging back, conversing and observing from afar. He recognized a few — Jigano and his gryphon are hard to miss and he spotted Sunjata’s own feathered companion well before the man himself. Some others seemed vaguely familiar, maybe they’d been there with the L’ma as well?
While the others might be holding back, Rance had heard nothing from the locals that would lead him to believe the floating lights were dangerous. Will’o’wisps could be trouble, or had been back home, but there was only so many ways to trick people when everyone was out in the open, as opposed to a dark and tangled swamp. Instead of hanging back with the others, Rance stepped onto the sandbar between the beach and the cathedral, walking to about the midway point before pausing, eyes on the playful lights and how they made the seaglass walls glow.
While the others might be holding back, Rance had heard nothing from the locals that would lead him to believe the floating lights were dangerous. Will’o’wisps could be trouble, or had been back home, but there was only so many ways to trick people when everyone was out in the open, as opposed to a dark and tangled swamp. Instead of hanging back with the others, Rance stepped onto the sandbar between the beach and the cathedral, walking to about the midway point before pausing, eyes on the playful lights and how they made the seaglass walls glow.
