<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/D43-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Panthea Salvai (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5889710#msg5889710)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sage House 205<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Micshe Variel<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Panthea stood still, listening stoically, in her original spot all the while Micshe spoke. She did not give any outward hint that what Micshe told her affected her. However, inside, her mind was racing. So her vision had yet to occur. This was beneficial. But they seemed to be experiencing much of same hostility as the rest of the world, perhaps even more so. Such a large city apparently did little to quell the bloodthirstiness of the surrounding demons. Perchance, the size is veritably increasing the blood lust. Flashes of that fateful night, not long ago, on which the relentless demons attacked the Greek Order, flooded the mind behind her eyes. She paused as Micshe paused, taking a couple seconds longer on a blink to clear her mind of such thoughts.<br/><br/>As Micshe petitioned Panthea for details, Panthea's legs threatened to buckle beneath her. She decided that she wouldn't do this woman much good were she sprawled out on the floor. Thus, she relented her aversion to furniture. Taking small soft steps, she crossed to a chair nearby Micshe's desk, and slid in gracefully. Panthea's feet screamed their appreciation, as did her back, shoulders, and all parts of her body. Her mind and eyes yearned for sleep but they would just have to wait, regardless of their protests. Panthea didn't skip a beat as she launched into the detailed explanation of her oracular vision.<br/><br/>"At first it is a shadow. It sweeps and slithers through forests, slippery like an eel. Erratic and out of place, as oil in water. A larger version affords me the ability to see the expanse in which it claims as it traverses the entirety of the continent. Again, with a closer look, and I behold demons bowing down and showing reverence to this shadow worshiping and caring for it.<br/><br/>And then there is a battle. Highly trained martial artists wielding blades of steel, fall beneath men with fangs. There are tattooed bodies writhing and ancient magics being cast. Screams of agony rip through the air as fangs tear flesh from bone.<br/><br/>Most abruptly, the raging war stops. In its place stand old wise men, but they are not men. They are demons. Their short, thin, twisted bodies are hidden by heavy robes. Wings beat on the back of my mind and a word is whispered: 'Shar'inav Demon.' They seem weak and unable to defend themselves. Confusion surrounds me as to why they are so detailed if they don't pose as much of a threat. But looks may be deceiving, so I leave nothing out of my account.<br/><br/>I am left with the number five. We must watch for this number. I'm pretty sure it has to do with the number of demons coming this way. Beasts even. And then my mind is freed." Panthea ended her recounting, her unmoving eyes boring into Micshe, unable to shake the intensity of her vision.