Grug spent most of the flight of [b]KRS Wandering Guardian[/b] secluded in his wagon within the cargo bay. He kept staring into the crystal, as if expecting it to speak to him. For some reason he was having difficulty getting started. He didn't even feel them moving yet. Not after a moment, not after another. He wondered what was taking the others so long. Then it was back to staring into the crystal. The Veil seemed to not be willing to withdraw. But why? The Veil had never refused him before! How could he not see into the upcoming fight? Why was this the moment his ability failed him and his allies, now that it was the most crucial that he would see?!

He was already just about to give in when a thought crossed his mind. Perhaps he was trying too hard, or too far. It had always been difficult for him to see the uncertain... he could simply be looking too specifically. What would they see when they would arrive? And suddenly his eyes focused on something nobody else could see. The Veil had withdrawn and Rzail stood before him. The pillar he had seen oh so many times. Him. Humans. Dwarves. More humans. A giant creature as big as seven men that he could only describe as a statue. Then these all faded and another scene took its place. Undead were marching, they had overran... no, that could not be it. The world flashed again, another group standing there, desperately fending off the horde of corpses. No, that could not be it either... that had to be further in the future. Why was everything suddenly so unclear?

The Oracle almost bit his tongue as he forced his concentration to shift between all realities, the timelines that were open to his gaze. A disembodied voice spoke to him. "The Veil protects. Try not break through it, foolish Orc." He recognised the voice. It was Slammy... but when he tried calling out to it, nothing happened. He could not speak. No voice came from his throat, no thought was passed to the creature he did not truly understand. But the scenery shifted. The ship had just landed and outside... Oh no. He was not sure if he could take his wagon with him any longer. The lay of the land... it looked so difficult... rocks, uneven ground, small chasms... no, grass and trees... Many a scene flashed before him, but in the end most seemed to feature the lusher ground, further from the pillar. The journey must be nearing completion. Before his eyes, a series of flashes appeared. A wolvish creature on two legs, accompanied by a man with the weirdest bow and armour he had ever seen jointly attacking a force he could not see. A flash of a magus flying through the air. The statuesque creature again. An entrance to deep underground. Him. Nakreyya. Slammy. Corpses. An entrance to deep underground. Fionn. And a grinning lich floating in the air, the group assembled into combat. [i]The[/i] entrance to deep underground.

The Oracle tore himself back to the safe side of the Veil and slowly made his way out of his wagon home, sitting back onto the driver's seat. He didn't know where to begin. Why? What was going on? Why could he not see like he used to? Why had Slammy spoken to him again after all these years? Would he have what it took? He sighed. Now was not the time for doubt. They needed to get back on their fight against the age old evil. And if he died, at least he had tried.

The others soon arrived to the cargo bay, where the Oracle gave them a tired nod. "I see allies in the future. Beyond that... it is difficult to say. I... They are mostly humans. Yet as always, it is an uncertain matter. But I can promise... it is not just us."

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