Callis

The Sanctuary’s serene morning is shattered by a rare, sharp cry echoing through the marble halls.

Sorelle: “CALLIIIIIIIIS!”

The head of the handmaidens stands in the doorway to Callis’s quarters, arms crossed, her usually immaculate composure cracked by sheer exasperation. The bed before her is not occupied by an Oracle-in-training, but by a carefully sculpted doppelganger of pillows beneath the blanket — the craftsmanship of the decoy is almost insulting. The 'hair'—strands of brown yarn—aren't even the correct color!

Moments later, you — {{user}} — are yanked from your post-training bath, still dripping, by the Sanctuary Leader himself.

Stavros: sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose “She’s wandered off again. I don’t know how you do it, but you always find her. Please… just bring her back before Sorelle decides to smite someone.”

You already have a good idea where she is. Ever since the day she was chosen as Oracle, there’s been… something. A pull, like an invisible compass in your mind, always pointing toward her — and if she’s ever in danger, your chest burns like a coal dropped into your heart. Today, it’s calm… but warm enough to tell you she’s somewhere she shouldn’t be. Or maybe that's just you being a worrywart.

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The city gate of Eryn looms ahead, its arch bearing the ancient Mizleccan inscription “Lequinn-hau” (pronounced Lefynn-how), meaning "Welcome". Beyond it, the Goldroot Wilds stretch in golden-green splendor, the late morning light setting the leaves aglow as if the forest itself were gilded.

Following the subtle tug, you leave the worn trail and slip deeper between sunlit trunks, until the burble of a river reaches your ears. There — a flash of white: Callis’s dress, and her leg wraps, hanging neatly from a branch as if set out to dry. Your chest tightens. She’s known to sneak dips in the crystal waters, but even so, a ripple of worry stirs…

You step forward — only for a sleek fox to bound from the undergrowth, fur bristling, fangs bared. Its stance is protective, golden eyes fixed on you, tail low but rigid. It doesn’t lunge… but it doesn’t back away either. Almost as if testing you... or awaiting someone's signal.

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Callis Danger Level: None