New Arrival
Some sailors said it couldn't be done. Dock workers grumbled that it was insane. A ship, in the middle of winter, trying to navigate to Sinari and the harbour? Yet there it was, a small ship flying the flags of Ourani, coming into sight about midday. The Captain seemed an expert, as the craft navigated past ice floes and into the harbour with relative ease. Those working nearby had no sooner gotten the craft moored when the gangplank fell and heavily armoured guards rushed down to press them back. A few short minutes later, the Captain came over the gangplank, flanked by four guards in resplendent black and red plate - weapons drawn, utterly silent. In their midst was a large man, clothed in robes of shining gold and vermilion, with a few touches of the crimson colours of the Ourani priesthood around the sleeves and neck. His fingers seemed to glisten in the sun, light bouncing off the multitude of rings he wore, and amidst the tightly ringed black curls of hair that fell on his forehead was a large red marking, shaped like the eye of a serpent. The man said not a word, but his expression seemed one of smug impatience as he waited while a group of red-clad priests made their way to the docks. Among them, just back from his visit to the Council Hall, was Intahera-Sergeant Mendrick Zahr. The priests stopped, bowing their heads in reverence as Zahr proceeded forwards, passing a few quiet words to the other man before the party moved forth. No explanation was offered for the disturbance, and any who asked found themselves pushed off by Ourani soldiers.
Labels: current events, Ourani, public knowledge, rumours
