Prophets

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Oricerans, Important authorities, guide activities of populace, plan for future of race

They spent their days getting ready for the Gold year, sounding warnings, and working on ways to save as much of the living things on Oriceran as possible by moving them to Earth. Ossonia, a tall Light Elf, worked closely with the prophets. Long brown tresses bouncing from side to side as she walked. Correk had a crush on her. In the Post Office building, Ossonia opened a door, revealing a large chamber with four levels of gallery seats ringing the room. Correk recognized some of the Oricerans present. They were the chosen council for the larger group of followers known as the prophets. Down in the center of the room, beneath where the prophets sat, was a large, worn leather-bound ledger under a tall, glass dome. Correk knew from all the stories he was told as a child it was the book that contained all the ancient quatrains. The original notebook of the elder gnome who recorded the blind seer’s quatrains. Correk, please step into the center of the room,” said an Arpak, a winged man, from the second tier. He was dressed in an ill-fitting suit, a size too small. Dwarves were loath to wear anything but worn-out pants. The formality was not a good sign. They were worried about something. Over the suit was the customary blue robe with the two moons on the pocket inside of a large O. Twinkling star systems radiated across the back and changed position as the prophet moved around, staying aligned with the sky directly above them. All of the prophets wore the robe over their customary attire.