[center][img]https://img.itch.zone/aW1nLzIwODc0MDAucG5n/original/EYT8xF.png[/img][/center] [hr] “Isha, shroud yourself," Bashir commanded. The one called Isha willed the plates of bark on her arms and face to grow over her pores. The ethers of godhood swirled around her like a mist, caressing her airtight armour. The divine were so full of spirit. Fire. Passion. Danger. Life. Her bark trembled, begging to shrink away, to expose her pores to the richness that dominated the clearing they came to rest at, but she was too well-disciplined in these short few days. Before her stood a god. Or what she understood to be a god. He had called himself that. “A god.” Although he had asked to be referred to as Boris. What sold her truly was the color and intensity of his aura. Since birth, Isha could not see faces or any other parts of living things, such was the blessing of dwarves. The plants surrounding her took on vibrant purples and ambers, sapling bushes wilted to mottled browns, and the wolf pups Bashir would occasionally cup in his hands burned brightly with the orange shades of glowing coals, but this was the first god she had ever laid eyes upon, and he was beautiful. His outline was wrapped in gold and blushing purple and jade speckled with silver: calm, warmth and... and... The jade was unfamiliar. She had never seen it on any animal or dwarf. "Isha." Her pointed ears twitched as Bashir's voice touched every corner of her sensitive hearing. The stoic yellow of his outline was suddenly so dull when contrasted against the swirling patterns of divinity. He pulled at his earlobe, a gesture for her to stay alert. “I'm sorry," Isha whispered, her voice high and childish when paired with Bashir's. She scurried forward, but could not draw her eyes away from the god as he led the pack up the alpine. For weeks they explored the mountains, learning from the Boar a great many things. They became adept at navigating the maze of peaks and trees, learning how to avoid its predators and seek shelter in its caves. They learned the importance of sustenance, and from where and how to acquire it. She had quite thoroughly enjoyed the taste of blueberries. They also learned a great deal about their purpose. [i]To prosper. To ward….[/i] the Boar had said. To ward against what she did not know. He had not told them, and none had dared to ask. Likely from fear of finding out whatever evil they would have to combat beyond their imagination. For what it was worth Isha was curious. Yet anxiety held her back from questioning the god. Nevertheless Boris prepared them for their vigil, teaching them the importance of their second skin and their sight, allowing them to “see only the truth” in all things breathing. And he taught them the equation of the earth and how to sing its song with their souls. A great deal more was taught, and a great deal more they knew until Isha thought she could know no more. And upon the final day of their apprenticeship, they came to rest upon the foothills of the Anchor’s center peak. A towering peak of sun-baked rock amid a range of summits unmatched in scale anywhere else in the world. Isha struggled to take breathe, the sheer scale of it all threatened to steal her breath. To the east Juddra grazed upon the green grass of the lowland plains, wrapped in purple and specs of silver and orange. Isha’s eyes fell upon the swirling patterns of the Boar who sat on his haunches and gently gazed skyward. [color=SaddleBrown]”The veil thins, the pseudo-moon hums, I fear the Divine Communion may not last forever. I must bugger off and swiftly make preparations.”[/color] He turned back towards them and the congregation of seven prostrated. [color=SaddleBrown]”A gratuitous gesture. Know that I have given you life out of love, and taught you many cool tricks out of love. I shall give you one last cool trick.”[/color] he said. The boar stamped his hoof and snorted a great plum of dirt and grass upon them. Isha shivered as she felt the foliage massage her armor. She didn’t feel any different. [color=SaddleBrown]”On this day, know that you are one. Your vigil begins, my wardens. Forge your homes within the Anchor, and know Permanence, Raigalli.”[/color] And so they donned their new names proudly, and the weight that came with it. [hider=Summary] Boris teaches the dwarves many things. Learn a little bit about how they work. Eventually he creates an order around them, known as the Raigalli, and leaves. [/hider] [Hider=MP Summary] 1 MP, 5 DP 1 MP - Create Holy Order, the Raigalli. [indent]Adamant Lucidity I: Grants all members enhanced mental fortitude. They are resistant to attacks upon the mind as long as their resolve remains strong.[/indent] 0 MP, 5 DP [/hider]