5th of Vhalar, Arc 718
When Devin woke up that morning and looked out of his bedroom window, he noticed that it was raining rather heavily and that the rain was blood red. Unlike the majority of the citizens of Scalvoris he wasn’t worried in the least. On the contrary, he was excited because he had predicted that event, and he had predicted it several ten-trials before that fraud Joelle who everybody seemed to admire so much.
Grinning, all over his face, he slipped into his black robe, stuck a fake moustache onto his face, covered his face with makeup to make his skin look slightly darker and put on a wig so that people wouldn’t immediately recognize him – because he wouldn’t be Devin Thorn that trial. He would impersonate someone!
Once he had made sure that his disguise was in order, he loaded his fortune telling supplies (a tent, a large crystal ball, tarot cards, folding chairs for his clients to sit on and so on) into a small hand-drawn cart and walked out of the door because he intended to take advantage of the blood rain for however long it lasted. People would be desperate, they would be afraid, and they would practically flock to him, hoping for a bit of advice!
In his right hand was a crimson umbrella with little white flowers on it because he didn’t want to get wet – wet clothes were ugly, and you could get a cold if you walked around outside wearing wet clothes in Vhalar as well – and because he wasn’t completely sure what would happen if the blood rain came in contact with his skin. Actually, he wasn’t sure at all what would happen, and he didn’t really want to find out either.
Soon, he was panting because his little cart was quite heavy, and there seemed to be something wrong with one of the wheels – it didn’t seem to move properly. At first, he considered setting up his tent in the town square, as usual, but wet people in wet clothes in a cold, wet tent weren’t particularly appealing, he realized, so he changed his mind and pulled his cart towards the Knight’s Rest Inn instead. Before long, he was sitting at a corner table, his supplies next to him, a glass full of fine wine in front of him and an expensive cigar in his hand, listening to the people around him and grinning under his hood because they were all talking about the weather and what it could possibly mean.
“You know”, he remarked, trying to make his voice sound even deeper than it really was. “I already told people that it would rain blood red back in Ymiden – much earlier than that fraud Joelle who probably stole the prophecy from me. I can help you. I’m the famous Theophilus of Viden, and I know exactly what is going on!”
Grinning, all over his face, he slipped into his black robe, stuck a fake moustache onto his face, covered his face with makeup to make his skin look slightly darker and put on a wig so that people wouldn’t immediately recognize him – because he wouldn’t be Devin Thorn that trial. He would impersonate someone!
Once he had made sure that his disguise was in order, he loaded his fortune telling supplies (a tent, a large crystal ball, tarot cards, folding chairs for his clients to sit on and so on) into a small hand-drawn cart and walked out of the door because he intended to take advantage of the blood rain for however long it lasted. People would be desperate, they would be afraid, and they would practically flock to him, hoping for a bit of advice!
In his right hand was a crimson umbrella with little white flowers on it because he didn’t want to get wet – wet clothes were ugly, and you could get a cold if you walked around outside wearing wet clothes in Vhalar as well – and because he wasn’t completely sure what would happen if the blood rain came in contact with his skin. Actually, he wasn’t sure at all what would happen, and he didn’t really want to find out either.
Soon, he was panting because his little cart was quite heavy, and there seemed to be something wrong with one of the wheels – it didn’t seem to move properly. At first, he considered setting up his tent in the town square, as usual, but wet people in wet clothes in a cold, wet tent weren’t particularly appealing, he realized, so he changed his mind and pulled his cart towards the Knight’s Rest Inn instead. Before long, he was sitting at a corner table, his supplies next to him, a glass full of fine wine in front of him and an expensive cigar in his hand, listening to the people around him and grinning under his hood because they were all talking about the weather and what it could possibly mean.
“You know”, he remarked, trying to make his voice sound even deeper than it really was. “I already told people that it would rain blood red back in Ymiden – much earlier than that fraud Joelle who probably stole the prophecy from me. I can help you. I’m the famous Theophilus of Viden, and I know exactly what is going on!”
Off Topic
Devin doesn’t really have the gift of prophecy, he just thinks he does. He told someone that it would rain blood red in Vhalar because it sounded cool, and it came true by accident. He’s a false fortune teller with a penchant for telling his clients really crazy things. He told Genuvah that he would become King Cassander’s new court jester and Nairi that she was secretly a Mortalborn, for example. Only join this thread if you don't mind being lied to!