Orvokki

Nobody's really sure when Orvokki arrived - some say it was in the dark of the night on a flutter of silenced wings, while others swear it was between thunderclaps during the storm that threatened to tear the flight apart.

Despite the coatl's argued origins though, his arrival is very well remembered - the sudden appearance of his tent in the center of the glade, the smell of incense wrapping around the eroded pillars of their home. Those that ventured in were met with a gaze that sparkled from beneath it's hood and a whispered promise upon a forked tongue.

^{"I can see through the Arcane veil,
glimpse into your heart through tooth and scale,
to those aching souls that do draw near
you can know your fate, but I ask;
do you dare?"}



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Orvokki's tent is a small, single man design - the doors are usually drawn back, the inside of the tent entirely black and obscured from view. The fabric of the outside is a rich purple patterns not unlike the Starlight Cloak adorning the expanses of it. It seems to ripple in an unseen breeze at all times, and if one pauses for a moment they can feel magic sparking over their scales like static electricity.

Those that brave the inside of the tent find that the interior is impossibly bigger than the outside should allow; chiffon in shades of pink and gold drape from the high ceiling and soft silken pillows run around the outside of the tent's walls. Candles float in the air suspended by magic, their light casting looming shadows against the wall; Orvokki has been known to say that your deepest fears are revealed if you stare at the shadows too long, and nobody is quite sure whether he was joking or not.

In the center of the room a large wooden table sits. A purple orb, the same size as a Pearlcatcher's soul pearl, lies in the center on a gilded stand, lilac smoke curling off it's form.

If one pays attention to the shadows, Orvokki's assistant might make herself known - but for just a moment.