Aug 6, 2026 10:34 pm
Introduction:
No one in at least a generation has seen The Oracle from a nearness that would allow his identification, only his voice is truly known. He must be old, very old. The elders remember that voice from when even they were younger. From the high desert on the top of a ravine, the Oracle always appears at the same perch, overlooking several established clans. He always begins by holding his staff above his head and gripping its headstone in his left hand. He then inverts the staff and slams the stone onto the ground three times. Each strikes sounds like the peal of a giant gong. He then says, in a voice that carries far greater than one would imagine, "Let all who have ears hear the words of the Gods!"

Generally, everyone does listen. The words of the Oracle hold great portent, but most have learned that there is a pattern. No one really knows why the gods deliver messages in the way that they do. Everything is cryptic and sounds like riddles. The same message is usually delivered more than once but not necessarily sequentially. Some sound like rants, most like warnings. Once a message has been repeated, village elders seek advice from the Seer. The Seer has the favor to ask questions of the gods. The Oracle speaks only what he is told.
No one in at least a generation has seen The Oracle from a nearness that would allow his identification, only his voice is truly known. He must be old, very old. The elders remember that voice from when even they were younger. From the high desert on the top of a ravine, the Oracle always appears at the same perch, overlooking several established clans. He always begins by holding his staff above his head and gripping its headstone in his left hand. He then inverts the staff and slams the stone onto the ground three times. Each strikes sounds like the peal of a giant gong. He then says, in a voice that carries far greater than one would imagine, "Let all who have ears hear the words of the Gods!"

Generally, everyone does listen. The words of the Oracle hold great portent, but most have learned that there is a pattern. No one really knows why the gods deliver messages in the way that they do. Everything is cryptic and sounds like riddles. The same message is usually delivered more than once but not necessarily sequentially. Some sound like rants, most like warnings. Once a message has been repeated, village elders seek advice from the Seer. The Seer has the favor to ask questions of the gods. The Oracle speaks only what he is told.


