truth that lives

Cian

On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man

Nodding at Noah's description, a bit blunt in some places and dull in others, all in all it's an acceptable way to think of the group over which the Eye reigns. "The will of the gods, yes." He agrees. "But not every demigod is part of the Order. Only one, at this time. Some of have been asked, and others have been rejected from joining us." Cian continues. "Amalia for example, the demigoddess for Vi prior to you, was not...suitable for our purposes." Her penchant for simply doing what she wanted, for following her heart instead of her head; in short, all the things that made her problematic as a follower of Vi, also made her problematic for the Order.

"Then there are some for whom an invitation seems...obvious." Twisting the pendant so that the firelight would continue to bounce off of it, Cian turns his full attention to Noah. "You, for example." The Eye pauses. "And I would extend that invitation to you now, Noah Olsen. Never would you asked to do anything which counters the pledges you have already made to Vi, and nor would it mean you would have to stay here in Stormbreak...though of course you are welcome to. It would grant you the full resources of the Order, of which there are many." With a twitch of his finger, the amulet is raised slightly. "And I would gift you this, that you might not be so far behind your fellow demigods in turns of power."

In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand