A divine intervention part one

I was lucky to have survived the battle thanks to Arthom's healing powers, and both Arthom and Lucid were able to defeat the witches who had attacked us. The rest of my companions and the monks were also able to defend the temple from the attackers. I was very annoyed that i had fallen in battle so easily, despite my many years of training with my tribe, and i did not want this to become a recurring outcome.
 
After we had recovered from the battle Master J'fif suggested that we have another meditaton session with him. He wished for us to reflect on the gods of the pantheon and hoped that we would obtain guidance from them during the meditation. I was not sure if i would gain guidance since the only god i beleived in was the almighty Skipan, however Master J'fif did not think it woud be a problem. Gurval and Roza Baze opted out of the medidation and i noticed John had disappeared since the battle. Nakah meanwhile was continuing to repair the torn leyline in the area. I was glad the monks had become a bit more accomodating with Gallant, so he was able to sit by my side during this meditaton session. Master J'fif began the meditation and as i listened to his instructions i felt my mind begin to drift.
 
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I opened my eyes and found myself in a candlelit, ornate bedroom with stone brick walls. The room felt stuffy and the smoke from the candles added to the almost suffocating atmosphere in the room. I noticed Ko Rava, Lucid, Arthom, Syrus and Gallant were also in the room with me. I then saw a woman sitting by the window, looking out with longing in her eyes. Her skin tone was a shade of purple like Roza Baze and also had similar features to Roza. Arthom then approached the woman which startled her out of her contemplative state. She looked at us apprehensively, and then asked us if we were sent by her father to make sure she did not escape again. I asked her why she was imprisoned and she said it was because her father was ashamed of her Rojikan heritage, and her fathers race, the dark elves, spurned the Rojikan.
I found it hypocritcal her father was ashamed of her Rojikan heritage, but did not seem to mind it when he got with her mother. I mentioned this to her and she unfortunately got offended, which made me realise i needed to improve on my converstional skills and develop some more tact. She continued to talk about her controlling father and her family's expectations of her. As she did i felt like she was staring directly at me, as though she knew i was battling with my own family expectations. I noticed Ko Rava also looked uncomfortable when the woman talked about family expectations and it made me wonder what expectations Ko Rava was avoiding.
 
The woman then asked us if we would continue adventuring together to which we responded yes. Just then flames erupted from her and surrounded her like a cloak. I got the sense that we had just been speaking to a god, however before i could inquire further the walls around us began to crumble away.
 
The bedroom disappeared and we suddenly found ourselves in a forest with tall trees that seemed almost ancient in apperance. The foliage of the canopy overhead was very dense and limited the amount of sun shining through. I felt comfortable in this familiar surrounding and then spotted a tall man with broad shoulders leaning against one of the trees nearby. Arthom recognised him and told us that the man was Yon, who was an ancestor of clan Nariel. We approached Yon and as we began to converse with him the subject of conversation turned to clan Nariel, and their clansmen such as Ozgar and Ailil. He appeared to have a nostalgic, happy look on his face when we spoke to him about clan Nariel.
He told us that Alpha laid down many paths at our feet but we had the free will to choose which one we took, and the famiiy we formed along these paths. I could see that Arthom looked sad when Yon spoke of this and Arthom told Yon that he had regrets from some of the paths he had taken. Yon then gave him words of comfort which seemed to lift the sadness from Arthom. As he looked at us he seemed less grumpy and even gave me a slight smirk. It was nice to see this side of Arthom and Zyanya even asked Yon if he had any tips on how to stop Arthom being grumpy.
 
Suddenly Yon started to age and then he looked like the god in that wall painting back at the temple. I then realised that we had been speaking to the god of Earth called Eoin. Eoin continued talking to us saying that things were just as complicated in the heavens now as much as they were in Mayhos. He said the companions you pick to accompany you on your journey was important. He then went to pat Gallant stating that warhounds were one of the best companions, to which i totally agreed.