Diviners of Fates

Farseer Ullsandir sat cross legged in the center of Hall of Seers, he was ringed by nine stones of scrying, each one carved with a single rune of foresight. The stones in turn were ringed by nine of his brothers and sisters of the path. Each of the outer nine combed through the threads of fate, looking at the possible futures of  Craftworld Alaitoc. They then sent there visions to filter through Ullsandir in the center, combining all of their separate visions as one and eliminating those seen not be to be true.

Autarch Illithrys stood alone outside the Hall of Seers, impatient, but unmoving. He waited as he had everyday for the last twenty days. The path of the seer remained an enigma to him as he had not walked its path before, but he understood its need to the Craftworld. It was not uncommon for the council to commune for days at a time when the threads of fate were difficult to discern, but this is the first time he has ever waited this long.

When Ullsandir stepped out of the Hall of Seers, Illithrys knew that he would be taking the Craftworld to war, The seers posture said it all before he spoke.

"The Devourer approaches, and the Young King must be chosen".

"We must not become Iyanden, what have the fates shown you"?

"The Monkeigh have a destruction device that we must capture and use against them while they are engaged against the Devourer".

"So distasteful, that we must use their primative technology to destroy our enemies".

"That is not the worst of it".

"What could be worse than lowering ourselves to using Monkeigh weapons"?

"You must go and speak to our dark brethren, we will need them in the coming assualt".

Just before dawn the defenders of Defense Complex Tetra II on Dependence were awakened to sound of alarms. The complex was coming under attack.