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Valissia flipped her dark hair away from her eyes and sat carefully on a table, trying to avoid remnants of the assault of vermin. She closed her eyes breifly to steady herself against the fatigue cause by her magic. Looking up she sighed. "Well it appears that he knows who you are, I just want to know why he's so set on hunting you." She looked over to Ian and and nodded and thin smirk spreading over her lips. "Nice dancing with you by the way."

Makoma made one more weary flap, launching himself onto a table. "The Grandael commander was here to kill the young man. Grandael has been covertly working to thwart the Prophesy of the Speaker. If they were sure enough that he was the Speaker to send one as highly placed as our recent attacker, then you can be assured that he is indeed the Speaker. He is destined to stop the Grandael war, just as the five companions are destined to aid him." He gesticulated with his claws as a man would with his hands when speaking about something he is passionate about. Makoma's tone supported the idea that he was speaking with conviction, though he lacked any facial expressions to help read him.

He looked from face to face, something in his beady eyes suggesting disbelief. "Have none of you heard of the Prophecy? Do you not understand the significance of our chyance meeting tonight? I am Makoma, the Beast of Prophecy. I suspect that the rest of you are the other companions, but I have no proof."

Ian let out another hearty laugh "and what a dance it was!" he replied to the woman, before turning to the dragon born, who had mentioned more of the prophecy. This all sounded like an extremely elaborate joke, but, Ian thought, God works in strange ways. A look washed over Ian's face, that of a man who had seen to much of the world "another prophecy that is to be fulfilled?... well thats all fun and spinner, (a phrase he had picked up from a fishermans boy) but what exactly do you need me to do?" He smiled again and said "i'd be happy to help if it involves destroying that demon spawn and helping with the grand plan!"

Valissia closed her eyes with the mention of the prophesy. When she opened them again she looked over the boy they had just protected. "I have no doubt that this boy is the Speaker. No I'd be a fool to think otherwise." She paused to place her hands on the sore muscles in her neck. "While that's true I don't fir any of the descriptions of The Five. That said I still think it would be interesting to watch how this all turns out."

Isaac was stunned at the creatures words. "Prophecy? The Speaker? No! No, I'm just here to join the Militia and help against the war effort. I'm not sure why that man came after me, but I couldn't be the..." His words trailed off as the puzzle clicked into place. Perhaps that explained some of the odd talents he had been born with...but...it didn't say he was some kind of figure of salvation! He shook his head. "I don't know how I feel about this...I mean, I'm glad you are here and you think I'm more then just a farmboy, but seriously! I don't even know how to use a weapon! I can swing a staff, but I can't use it effectively!" He knew he was just making petty objections. If he was the Speaker, there was no way to stop destiny.

"Bound by destiny, he will be forced onto a new path: A path of arcane illusions and steel will await him, and he will use his allies to defeat the forces of Darkness." - The Prophecies Of the Speaker

OOC: Guys, I'm gonna be gone for the weekend. Sorry. Btw, I hope the Hunter shows up. He hasn't posted in a while.

Valissia's eyes were stormy a she focused her gaze on Isaac. "I don't recall any part of the Prophecies saying that the Speaker would arrive from any noble birth with an expertise of weapons." She paused an almost gentle smirk playing across her lips. "Where you are from and the gifts you were born with are what will make you strong....you only have to help these abilities grow." She turned to look out the window facing the adjacent stables. Any of the mounts visible were shaken and panicing from what ad just passed there way. Only one stood still, Valissia's own Eclipse. He stood with his dark eyes seemingly focused on Issac. Turning back she nodded to herself. "Yes, I'm sure you're the one."

Isaac though about the situation, and decided it would be best to go along with whatever these people wanted, at least until he could prove them wrong. He was still very doubtful. "Alright, fine. I'll play this little game, but only until I get some proof." He walked over to Valissia, extended his hand to her, "Nice to meet you, anyways. If I really am the Speaker, what am I supposed to do? Should I just let destiny drive us, or should we do some research on these Prophecies everybody is talking about?"

Ire trudged through across the hills outside the Port City, and finally he reached his destination: A small, barely visible camp hidden near a forest that was pressed up against the mountainside. As he removed his boots and climbed into his small black tent, he felt fatigue attacking his body and he embraced it. He fell asleep to the sounds of rain beginning to drum on his tent.

Ian smiled at the boy "thats the attitude I want to hear!" he let out a small laugh and said "well personally I haven't even heard this prophecy... I would like to find out what role i'm supposed to play." He stood up and in a quick movement flipped his chair around and sat back down, leaning forward and interlacing his fingers. He looked across the odd crew of people and smiled "this could be fun" he said aloud.

Valissia allowed a small grin to cross her face as she took Issac's hand. "Valissia. And I can't say I'm completly certain what comes next." She thought over what she knew of the Prophecy. "I'm fairly certain that the next move should be up to you though." She looked over to Ian with a raised eyebrow. "I'm can't say I'm completely astonished that you've never heard of the Prophecies...they aren't spoken of lightly given what it would mean should they come true now. She looked pointedly at Issac. "Which they are coming true now."

"Destiny, yes. That's the hard part. People who chase it never catch it, and those who wait are often passed by entirely." Makoma rubbed his claws together thoughtfully. "If Granael has already identified you, they will send more assassins. I suggest staying safe as our first course of action. If we keep moving, fate may find us. Leaving the city would be wise. I saw many guards as I entered. We can either attempt to sneak out, whether over the wall or concealing ourselves in a transport of some kind, or we can hope the guards have not been forewarned, and risk just walking out."

He looked around the group. "Personally, I would prefer stealth, but that is merely a personal preferance. Walking out the gates would be risky, and though some of our number may be capable of fighting their way through, a fight of this nature would drastically increase the likelihood of injury and death. A bit counterproductive if we are to seek refuge."

Ian frowned, worry showed in his eyes "if we are going to leave, I suggest doing it as soon as possible... if what you say is true, escaping with a trading caravan sounds like the best course of action... but that's just one warriors opinion." He tried to regain his normal composure and smiled, stood up and walked over to the boy "you say that you can barely wield a blade, does it matter? your young, you will learn, I will teach."

Valissia considered the options briefly considering the idea of them leaving seperatly before deeming it to dangerous. She knew it would take her long to saddle up considering all her possesions were in one place. Grinning she lept gracefully off the table. "I agree. We should leave together but perhaps but a bit of distance between us until we pass the gates.....wouldn't want to draw attention."

Isaac smiled half-heartedly at Ian, "Thanks." He then turned to the other members of the group. "Then we should get going. Perhaps you could sneak up to the gates," He directed the statement to Makoma and the dark-man who had been dueling the assassin, "and knock out the guards. Then we could sneak outside and meet up at the Iscia River, due north of the city. We could also try stealing a boat, but I doubt the Docking Bay is unettended by guards." He felt stupid talking about all of this, especially when he was the one who they all wanted as their leader.

A star twinkled with an unusual light. Perhaps the Angel Of Guidance should reveal herself, yes?.