Osiris tilted his head, golden eyes examining his fellow Lopilu fighting against the Arma Caeli that were trying to invade the Lopilands and possibly other areas. A shuffling noise caught his attention so he shifted his gaze down, spying his Geodo companion Pelias next to him, the bird’s head tilted up to stare at him.   ...

Osiris moved along in the shadows of Nightglade with ease. Out of habit, he supposes, considering that he’s a Shaman and has the habit of melding with the shadows to move about in Vinegrove when he’s curious as to whether a newcomer is a threat or whether or if they’re visiting to trade with others or possibly buy new wares.   ...

A quiet sigh escaped Osiris’s lips as he slowly walked towards the Fountain. He traveled to Meadowing with his companion, Pelias, to make a wish and during their journey, he had time to reflect on his reasoning for wanting to make a wish and he knew that Pelias had picked up on his silent mood. He’d been doing great in life, he was a Shaman and doing well for himself but as the years passed, Osiris couldn’t help but feel a little bit lonely....