Vorcet looked down at the drawing on Elbryan's desk before him. It had been a good idea to put his ideas into the form of a symbol. Already several people had asked what its meaning was. The people of the realms were used to seeing crests on peoples cloaks. The old churches had displayed them proudly upon their clothes or armor. Seeing a new one invited questions. Questions Vorcet was more than glad to answer. The crest consisted of a set of scales surrounded by the seven stars of Mystra's faith. On the plates of the scale were the symbols of each elemental deity evenly balanced between the sides.
Approaching Demosthenes about this new group had been easy enough. Even through the language gap of having to use hand signals to communicate Demosthenes had displayed his understanding of this new path and had agreed to its necessity. He had even taken to wearing the same crest on his own clothing.
Interest and one other person were however not enough to maintain a presence in the realms. it was time to begin seeking out those who had shown interest and getting them actively involved. To truly explain the precepts governing this new ideology, to make them understand the necessity of this duty to the world, to share with them how the mistakes of the past had cost them all so much. After all, someone had to be prepared to sound the warning should things tip in that direction again.
The site of the biggest current imballance on the continent seemed a better place to start than any other. Vorcet chanted the words that would whisk him away along the weave to Tim's magic shop in what had once been and was still in most people's minds, Westbridge. He popped into existance in the back of the shop. Tim looked up briefly. if he was surprised he showed it not at all.
"Can I help you today Vorcet?" Asked tim in his customary blank tone. "Just passing through for now, though I may have something of a puzzle you could help me with later." responded vorcet as he remembered the strange book about the ruins of Tru he had recently laid hands on. "I do enjoy a good challenge friend. Very well, be about your business before the guards notice you lingering." Tim said with a slight warning tone to his voice.
Vorcet simply nodded and exited the shop as inconspicuously as he could manage. The vectorian guards were distracted by one of the street cleaners they were busily berating with insults and well placed kicks. Vorcet made his way to the market square and the fountain. Taking quick stock of the people milling about there was nobody of interest.
Vorcet took a table outside of the pub and ordered a glass of ale, he then settled in content to wait for one of the several people who had shown interest to show up in the square even as Demosthenes was likely now doing on the other continent.
