Humans...Friends or Foes. [Seer only]

The Forest of Giants, a place filled of large, thick, frosty trees. Here was the place Asmund would be found wondering.
He did not particularly like the north it was too cold and dead for Asmund even though the trees were very much alive.
He preferred the Midergern with its thick forest and exotic animals. No matter the snow falling from the sky was calming and the change in the environment was just what Asmund needed.
For the most part Asmund sheltered him self from humans but he found him self running into them more and more. Not so much the population of the human race but  just simple chance meetings. Asmund did however wished to see the others Seers soon as it had been a wile sense they had all been together.

Unfortunately he would probably have to go to a village but who knows some one could come up at any point.

The figured appeared silently from behind the trees, a light breeze stirring his cloak as he made his way toward the seer. His cloak, a forest green color, seemed to fit right into the landscape. Raedahk himself, on the contrary, did not, having spent too many years in the warmth and sun of the great library in the south. He approached the other, calling out in greeting in his sharp, drawling voice.
"It's been a long time, Asmund. Been busy, I suppose?" Not waiting for an answer, he continued. "This news, it troubles me. I remember the last time humans gained such Might. But this is different, I suppose. A new Era, he's calling it."
Raedahk let out a short breath of air, that one might take as a laugh of sorts.
"Brace yourself for the coming storm," He said, in a facetious manner. In truth, though, Raedahk didn't know whether or not he was really joking.

The First came waddling by, cramped up by the massive approvals and topics he had to read. His eyes were burning from staring at a screen all day. How knew making a site would do this?

He heard Raedahk speaking as he walked to where Asmund would be, and shook his head. It was a strange thing, human evolution. The thought of them gaining powers to do more than any that had came before them; it was disturbing on a level. Humans had already done so much, how much more would they be able to do now? Perhaps they would even be able to cross the River of Runes, or enter the Dark Tunnel. It was disturbing indeed. Still though, this was why he had to tell them. If they were unaware of their power, they would tear the world apart without meaning to.
Pulling his feet through the snow, step after step, it was a slow process, especially after getting a knife slammed between your eyes. It hadn't hurt of course, but it had been years since an experience like that.
He gazed briefly at the two before them, each one so clearly resembling where they were created for. Asmund, the green, forested Seer, straight from the heart of the earth. Raedahk, the desert blown, sand covered one, traveling over the Great Dunes of the south constantly. And himself, the cold, worn one, with tick laden cloak, always wondering the snow-packed North. There were others too, others who also represented the seven lands; but they were not here. For now, it was only these three.
"They have been told, Raedahk, Asmund. Just as we all have known for centuries, the news of what they are has been passed onto the humans. I see more in the visions every day as well. As Raedahk has said, that I have said, it truly seems as if a new era is upon us," The First said, approaching the other two, bowing his head in respect to them.

Asmund smiles as he sees the two others approach. It was true that Asmund had been busy with the forest creatures but it was not the topic at hand. Asmund as well bowed and then spoke his words.

"It has been a long wile seance we have come together. I have noticed the shifting of the planet and its true that a new force is rising. The humans have been around for a quite a wile but it seems that their villages and towns are growing more rapidly.
They are taking up more of the land and using it to grow their civilizations."

Asmund pauses before continuing.

"It will be interesting what they will turn into. Will they be friends or foes?"

They were all from different parts of the world and their arms stretched far. They could see almost anything and they had the power to bring distraction down onto the human race and for that matter end the world all together. However Asmund would never resort to such dark and corrupted actions. It was in his name...Asmund that meant Grate Protector and Asmund wished the best for all spices of this world. Asmund believed that the other felt the same way even if The First lived in a place striped of warmth and the other living in a place with hardly any life at all. Still they where all protectors of the planet and they all had good intentions for it.

Raedahk nodded, listening to the other Seers. He thought about Asmund's questions. He remembered the ages of the past, so countless in number that they blended together in his memory.
"Humans are quite curious creatures," Raedahk spoke, watching his breath turn to icy mist in the air. "Our greatest accomplishment, and yet the greatest curse we have unleashed on this world."
Raedahk thought back to the history of humans, their constant advancements, the terrible wars. He had quite a few books on humans back in his own personal library. In terms of biological history, they were his second favorite, just after birds. But humans were more than birds. True, they couldn't fly, but Raedahk guessed it was only a matter of centuries, or perhaps a millenia, before they found a way to. He paused a moment, glancing at the others to make sure he hadn't started muttering his thoughts aloud again.
"Well, I suppose it would be best if we found a way to make them our friends," Raedahk continued. "It seems time, my good friends, that we become the advisers to humanity's greatest once more."

"We all have already had visions of what they are- or I should say, will be- capable of," The First said, after listening to his two other souls.
"Their relation to us will be in constant change, and there will be times when the lands we watch over are at war with each other, and nothing we can do to stop it. But yes, Raedahk, we must once again become the advisers of the lands we have been assigned to. We have already foretold the coming of a new king here in the North; the land which is mine. But for the two of you, the visions are still shrouded in mist. Yet, I know we all see times where the king of one of us kills the queen of the other, and we are trampled by the other's forces. Immortal as we are, war does not come without a price to us. We must remain in constant communication of each other, as to keep our collective soul in harmony, and not let any ill feelings grow towards another simply because of the actions of whom we advise," The First continued. Sometimes, he felt as if he was rambling on about the visions far too much; yet it was their gift, to foretell the future to an extent.
"However, just as we were advisers to the species that came before them, it seems that now, the humans have come far enough along their path that we must play our part once more."
He paused, fading into the visions of the future that were always swirling in each of their minds.
"I do fear though, how far they might venture into the forbidden territories of each land. They may find it interesting at first, to see creatures that they never knew exited, but they will meet their fate if they travel too far where no human has stepped before."
He was, of course, thinking of the far side of the River of Runes, the bottom of the Great Falls in Midergern, and the no man's land in the South West. There were many other lands that were similar as well, but these were the ones which came into his visions most vividly.

Asmund nodded in agreement and it definitely seemed that the times where changing.

"Well what ever might happen he will have our eyes open."

Asmund would take a step back preparing to leave and bows to the others. Then he tuns around to leave.
Before his body is lost in the falling show and fog he waves his hand (in a anime like way haha) and says.

"Im sure we will find our self's talking to each other very soon."

With that Asmund disappears into the frost. Asmunds will most likely stay in the north for now with the other seer(s) in case they need to meet again. As well there was not to much going on where he usually lays. Oh well perhaps Asmund would just muck around in the cold for a wile.

[EXIT]

"That, I can foresee." Raedahk replied to Asmund, waving his hand once as he left. Turning to the other seer, he continued. "I must admit, my visions have felt more... obscured lately. Perhaps it is simply that humans are falling out of their regular patterns that they have followed these past few millennia. They're on the rise again, but in new ways.
"I have visions, clouded by the fog of this coming power, of the humans stumbling upon the relics of their forerunners. And I don't mean the humans before them, no," Raedahk laughed, then let out a short, breathy sigh. "You know who I mean."
After a few more moments of strolling, Raedahk came upon a fallen log. He brushed the snow off, then took a seat, and took off his spectacles and polished them. Raedahk in no way needed his glasses (and very much preferred the term "spectacles"), and he was very well off before the were invented. He wore them simply as a tribute to his favorite human invention (favorite thus far at least, for he saw some other interesting ones in the near future). Raedahk not only loved the idea of helping people to improve their vision, as he considered sight the most important of the senses, but he also liked to take them more as a symbol of improving mental vision as well. Raedahk had developed a philosophy of sorts from his eons of existence, on in which mental viewpoint and perspective were paramount. But more recently his spectacles had became less of his funny little trinket, and more of a reminder this recent progress.
After Raedahk had put his spectacles back on, he leaned back over the log to grab a limb of the fallen tree. Raedahk had a penchant for whittling, but he could rarely practice it in the South-West, where wood was scare, trees were scraggly, and timber was expensive. Sure, he could carve another little figure of some animal, but he had made so many of them in the last decade that he had almost started a new fad in city, of humans wearing the animals on little strings attached to their clothing. So, instead of the little figures, Raedahk decided to carve a simple staff, long, staright, and undecorated, save the nature swirls and patterns of the wood.
Raedahk looked up at the First Seer, wondering how much of his long train of though he had started mumbling aloud.
"Well," he said, trying to quickly finish the staff, "shall we go to the river? Who knows, maybe some of those people you gathered will already be trying to cross it."

(god damnit, Eli. Just remember, you can't use that.)
"Perhaps one of them will be. These new humans; anything is possible with them. I feel we may never know exactly what to expect," The First said, nodding his head.
"And perhaps I will travel to the River later, as of now, though, I believe the two of us have some business to attend to.
"Two of the group of these new humans will be appointed kings of their homelands, unless my visions are false. We must attend, Raedahk, and see if they want for an adviser, and if so, then which one of us two. I believe that Asmund will be staying out of this advising for the time being though, as he much prefers the wilds to these humans and their cities."
(exit.)

Raedahk took his hand off his crystal orb, allowing himself to sink back into where he was. For any normal person, using the images would be an utterly disorienting experience, like traveling to some far off place while leaving yourself behind at the same time, but not for Raedahk, who had practiced it for countless millennia. Normally, Raedahk always tried to show up in person, but in had taken some time for him to finish his staff, and he realized that the First had already reached the lodge. The First wouldn't mind waiting, he knew that, but the human king probably would.
"It's a good thing he didn't ask to shake my hand," Raedahk chuckled, imagining the man's face as his hand passed through something with no more substance that smoke. Raedahk stood and stretched, then wandered along a little, off in the direction of the river of runes. There was a particular boulder somewhere in the middle of it that Raedahk remembered fondly, having comfortably sat there on a bed of moss, waiting. Perhaps it was still there, although it could have been worn down to a small stone by now- there had been no calendar used by civilization at the time, and Raedahk had a poor memory dates and time- he always had to write them down unless they happened in the past century.
* * *
Sure enough, the boulder was still there, only slightly more worn and moss-covered than it had been before. Raedahk spent some time pulling himself up to the top, where he sat with a pile up sticks, whittling the time away. The staves could make good gifts for the new monarchs, perhaps, although Raedahk had noticed that the North King already had one. Well, there were still five others to come, and one new one which Raedahk saw accepting their crown very shortly. After some more hours, as the light began to fail, Raedahk set his orb in front of him again. It was time to pay a visit to the West, and see if an advisor was needed there. He decided that he could travel there; he foresaw no other pressing business for himself in the next few days. He gathered up the carvings in one hand, and placed the other on the smooth surface, staring into the swirling depth, pulling himself in, down, down, down, until he felt a gust of soemthing that wasn't quite wind, and solid ground beneath his feet. He felt his reflexes push him back out of the orb, and looked up, finding the walls of the West Throne Room surrounding him.
({[Exiting thread; Exiting the North. 1,218 words- crafting two quarterstaves. 18 extra words. Traveling to the West via orb.]})