[center][h2][color=7ea7d8][i]Altim[/i][/color][/h2]
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[color=7ea7d8]H E   S E E K S   T H E   G R E A T[/color]   [i]B A S T I O N[/i]
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	[color=7ea7d8]"Fine, I shall show myself the way,"[/color] Altim declared. He picked up a stone, held it in his palm, and faced north. After a deep, contemplative breath, he sang three notes, in order C, F, and B, and an incantation in Old Cyndarian, a language older than the new High Priest. Immediately, nothing occurred, and the Priest laughed in scorn. But nature had other plans. The trees nearby became completely still as the breeze in the forest stopped blowing. Suddenly, that breeze returned a full-force gale, startling the trees and wildlife violently. The stone in his hand levitated shakily too above his palm for a moment before it threw itself in the right direction. After the spell was complete and Altim knew what he needed to know, the winds calmed and the rock fell. Altim spoke again, [color=7ea7d8]"Alas, the way is revealed."[/color]

	He left that place and picked up the rock as he departed, leaving the Priest behind him. Altim had no time to dispute the issue with the Priest further because he sought answers, and most importantly, he sought peace. His quest for those outweighed the need to prove himself, for in due time the Priest would know. All Altim required to bring the truth of his return to the people was his violin, but the truth of his return also lay in the disappearance of the gods. When he and that blessed instrument could sing together again, Altim would finally be able to understand his circumstances with more clarity. Altim's feet trod softly on the grass in the woods, and he began to reckon how far the Bastion really was from his location.