Sugarfoot Wayfinding Log 2

Through the help of Sugarcap's seamanship Sugarfoot, no relation, found himself at the destination which had been assigned during the Wayfinding class by Sandsker. It had seemed like a strange request back at the time but now that he was here it seemed downright wacky.

Still he'd came all this way and even enlisted the help of another Goblin so that had to mean something. He started by walking around the island, it wasn't really that large. Along the eastern side of the island was a small Fortress town called Ravenhold. Which boy did it live up to its name there were ravens everywhere!

What was kind of wired though was that it seemed like they were all watching him. Though they might have been watching Oswald V, whose Oswald? That'd be the playful Possum that was wrapped around his neck like a scarf at the moment. Hissing threateningly at the birds as they glowered down at him in turn.

Leaving the Fortress town quickly he'd find the path he took lead to a graveyard. Which was also a little strange considering that most places didn't devote so much space to it. Here he could feel the Lifestream slowing and then speeding up, as if certain aspects both hindered and ushered it faster along. Was that the spots in the graveyard where the souls either flowed into the lifestream and began the cycle of erasue or perhaps resisted that fate?

Deciding the graveyard was just as unwelcoming as the strange town and its Crows the fleet footed Goblin continued along the coastline. The coast was peaceful, idyllic almost and even someone as novice as he could feel the flow of life's energy trhough the connection of land and water. Here new life was born and it ended just as fast. Those honey-hued eyes of his gazed towards the small eggs scattered in mostly hidden clusters around the beach. Here would be where the new generation of turtles would be born and where a great many of them would die in their race for the ocean.

Looking out in the great depth for several long moments as the young goblin found peace within the sight. It was as if the world would go on forever and ever. It didn't matter really what he did or didn't do, the world wouldn't be changed and in time it'd forget him. That wouldn't stop him though, no Sylas himself had said that you had to dig your heels into the world and resist it's torrents, shape it. Even if you think you can do nothing, try!

With a reinvigorated pep to his step he shifted and walked up the winding path into the small mountains and found the Dungeon of Sewers, an ancient place. Built long ago by the first epople's or so the youthful goblin was lead to believe. Perhaps that's why Sandsker had chosen this place for their training? Hard to tell really.

Settling down upon the cold stones Sugarfoot closed his eyes and reached out to the world around him. He was something of a modestly gifted magi and found the connection after some trying, easier than he'd have expected in all honesty. Was that perhaps the result of his familiarization? Had he, by exploring the island and truly noticing its quirks gotten more at ease?

Perhaps it wasn't so much him accepting the island as the island accepting him. He'd never truly now and decided rather than to dwel on it he'd focus upon the thrum of life. Reaching out with his spirit, that shadowy thing which fueled his magic and empowered his limbs, Sugarfoot could feel the soft flow of life all around him. Though, he'd be lying if the feeling wasn't so faint that he half-expected it to be his imagination.

For hours he sat there, feeling the thrum of mana through the area. It all seemed to return to the peak, to the center, to the dungeon like a great drain or perhaps the dungeon was the source? Hard for him to say, sometims it felt like one thing and then another.

Smiling, more at peace with his surroundings that he'd ever been and feeling as if he'dd learned all that he could of the island the youthful goblin stood. He'd have to make some notes of course but that was fine. Repetition helped to breed familiarity and proficiency. At-least that's what his grandad had told him.
(Sugarfoot)