in tenebris est veritas.
The shaman thinks they know what it is to delve into dangerous places, but in truth they have never participated in a war or angered a god or faced down a dragon. Theirs are the dangers of predators and poisons, of hungers and infections. Hazardous, insidious, difficult perhaps, but not existentially dire. Maybe one day they would lay this present self to rest. But for now, as they tilt their head in observation of the lifted lantern, they find themself intrigued by the prospect of adventure.
“I have found that most knowledge does not want to be found. Perhaps loreseeking is an inherently defiant act.” Their words are soft and pensive, their interest piqued as they advise, “To hunt is to know what it is to be hunted.”
Even amid the water’s noise, the tone in the Ascended’s voice is not lost on the Abandoned: while hopeful, her old memories weigh in the proposition. Chaele’s instincts stir warily, though not contentiously. “It may not be a task fit for adventurers, who would just as soon destroy a thing as study it. You would have to choose your members wisely. But it sounds to me like a worthy cause.”
“I have found that most knowledge does not want to be found. Perhaps loreseeking is an inherently defiant act.” Their words are soft and pensive, their interest piqued as they advise, “To hunt is to know what it is to be hunted.”
Even amid the water’s noise, the tone in the Ascended’s voice is not lost on the Abandoned: while hopeful, her old memories weigh in the proposition. Chaele’s instincts stir warily, though not contentiously. “It may not be a task fit for adventurers, who would just as soon destroy a thing as study it. You would have to choose your members wisely. But it sounds to me like a worthy cause.”
