[colour=hotpink][center][b]The People of Amypras[/b][/center][/colour]

A wind blew through the great plains of Amypras, and whistles through a ruins of a castle older than most of the kingdoms today. Brought low by the weight of time as it was, there was still shelter within the great husk for those who knew how to find it. And there, sat half a dozen men, in black cloaks that covered them whole, and bows that, while plain, struck an imposing figure for anyone who looked. They were here, stationed in the ruins of a border fort, because the Foresight had told them the borders would soon become alive with activity, and they could not allow strangers to wander in their lands unbidden and unchecked. 

Every man, every Reaver with this power of Foresight, knew that their God was bored, depressingly so. For they had but a fragment of her power and could see what would happen before it did. As such they did not talk, as everyone of them had seen the conversation in it's entirety, and rehashing what had already happened would be a wasted effort. To have such a power as their God's, who could strech years in the fore-knowing, must have made life dank, dull, and not worth living. The only upside is that she was practically impossible to trick, or caught unaware. And that, was a poor consoltation indeed.