His thoughts drifted to the last time he was in Wind and found it was some time ago. He had hoped to reclaim his government office but found resistance from a group of Maithaos traditionalists. The Traditionalists were gaining political pull but so often does the Fae government flux with the influence of each tribe. Abraxys found himself walking toward the Governmental Offices, it wasn't long until he noticed the lack of color. Many Na'du'raos tribe had homes and visited Wind, their colorful robes popped amongst the stark white marble and robes of the Maithaos tribe. Similarly there was no dark colors to indicate a Drai'octhaos, usually you would see once studying at the Government building's library or the cultural center. Concern grew on Abraxys' face and his step quickened. The Government building was in sight, but was eclipsed by several Maithaos guards stepping in his way stopping him.
"Dia duit, Maithaos guardsmans. I have business at the Government building I must attend to. I must speak to the tribes." Abraxys said with a smile only partially masking the concern and confusion.
"The building is off limits to the Drai'octhaos! You will have to leave at once." The closest guard growled.
Abraxys was taken aback by such unusual disrespect of the tribe and rank. "I am the Oracle!, I am on urgent business from the Gods!"
"Drai'octhaos scum, We will remove you from the...." The guard was interrupted by a heavily armored guard walking down the Government building stairs. "Let him in, Commander Tyrius would like a word with him."
The guards glared as they parted infront of Abraxys. His feet moved quickly and almost automatically has he was still reeling with such out of place disrespect and malice for his tribe and rank. The guards ushered him through the building to where his old office was. The door opened to reveal of gruff and sour faced man behind the desk. The guards shoved Abraxys in the office and slid the door closed. Abraxys looked around the office, it was nearly emptied of all its previous decorations. The room was stark and bare except for a few office essentials.
"Sit!" The Commander scolded.
Abraxys finally coming to an understanding of the situation defiantly yet calmly retorted "I would but you are in MY chair".
The Commander's upper lip curled as if smelling bad cheese. "This chair was long since abandoned by you, and Elder Stroem. I have claimed it for my own and I won't relinquish it just because someone wishes to come back and play at our ways of life".
"I came here on urgent business given to me by the Gods, The given us the task of finding a very important book.. something ancient." Abraxys said trying to appeal to the Maithaos' calling of serving the Gods. The Commander's last statement still stinging like a hand across the face, yet Abraxys disregard both the comment and its possible implications.
"You will not come in here and claim some ancient book because of some claim you made.. You will not unroot the order I have created in this city. Your rank of Oracle means nothing anymore. You are stripped of rank, of office, of any importance. Fhealltóir!" The Commander rose out of his chair, his pale white face growing dark red with anger. His final word like a knife in Abraxys' chest.
To be called Traitor, Abraxys' mind went reeling again. It was all too much, Abraxys started whispering magic words to escape and found himself once again blinded by the sun and assulted by the sea air.
"Dia duit, Maithaos guardsmans. I have business at the Government building I must attend to. I must speak to the tribes." Abraxys said with a smile only partially masking the concern and confusion.
"The building is off limits to the Drai'octhaos! You will have to leave at once." The closest guard growled.
Abraxys was taken aback by such unusual disrespect of the tribe and rank. "I am the Oracle!, I am on urgent business from the Gods!"
"Drai'octhaos scum, We will remove you from the...." The guard was interrupted by a heavily armored guard walking down the Government building stairs. "Let him in, Commander Tyrius would like a word with him."
The guards glared as they parted infront of Abraxys. His feet moved quickly and almost automatically has he was still reeling with such out of place disrespect and malice for his tribe and rank. The guards ushered him through the building to where his old office was. The door opened to reveal of gruff and sour faced man behind the desk. The guards shoved Abraxys in the office and slid the door closed. Abraxys looked around the office, it was nearly emptied of all its previous decorations. The room was stark and bare except for a few office essentials.
"Sit!" The Commander scolded.
Abraxys finally coming to an understanding of the situation defiantly yet calmly retorted "I would but you are in MY chair".
The Commander's upper lip curled as if smelling bad cheese. "This chair was long since abandoned by you, and Elder Stroem. I have claimed it for my own and I won't relinquish it just because someone wishes to come back and play at our ways of life".
"I came here on urgent business given to me by the Gods, The given us the task of finding a very important book.. something ancient." Abraxys said trying to appeal to the Maithaos' calling of serving the Gods. The Commander's last statement still stinging like a hand across the face, yet Abraxys disregard both the comment and its possible implications.
"You will not come in here and claim some ancient book because of some claim you made.. You will not unroot the order I have created in this city. Your rank of Oracle means nothing anymore. You are stripped of rank, of office, of any importance. Fhealltóir!" The Commander rose out of his chair, his pale white face growing dark red with anger. His final word like a knife in Abraxys' chest.
To be called Traitor, Abraxys' mind went reeling again. It was all too much, Abraxys started whispering magic words to escape and found himself once again blinded by the sun and assulted by the sea air.
