055 – Galifaks, the Penny Prophet

It is the era of magic receding down to the core of the world. It is a time of no more great wizards, a time were dragons had to slip into another reality, where arcane machinery quietens and when the miracles once again turn impossible. Or nearly so. It doesn’t mean that magic ceased to exist completely. It is still out there, hiding deep in the world bowels, radiating softly it’s potent influence. Some industrious folks can dig deep to find a vein of it, to sap it and empower their tribe. Some others are still potent enough and skilled enough that even if they are greatly reduced, they can still perform some more mundane spells without much hassle. Some might’ve lost their powers, but never their gift, and so in these trying times they focus on that instead. Waterfinders, who have connections to the water elements. Dreamreaders. Raincallers. Soothsayers. Animal whisperers. And prophets, the sight-seeing scriveners who can toss their gaze into the future. They are rare and charlatans are a plenty, but Galifaks is a rare bit amongst them. He is cheap, which makes plenty suggest he is a hoax. He isn’t. He is, in fact, a jubilant fatalist, who is more than happy to predict the paths of many. And once people pay him his tiny fee, they quickly know he isn’t a fake one – because instead of some made up happy event to come, he almost always predicts some trouble, tragedy and horror. Which is only apt in a world as harsh as this one.