They had the ability to see trouble through their dreams. The brauniin village had troubles of illness, and no humans to aid caused depression. The came to the run-down house, what was left of it, to begin repairs. But each night they left out gifts of medicine, blankets, clothing, little beds, and other gifts to help treat the ill and show kindness. -- Anon Guest
[AN: Brauniin usually choose households or mortals to help and prefer to remain unobserved. This, therefore, is a region of statistical outliers. Or a bryg'haduun since those are hidden places. Addendum - well I took the first bit of this prompt and ran like hell with it.]
It was the most peculiar dream that Succor had ever experienced. A series of landmarks, and indicators of the time of year... Scenery that made less sense than Nanogh's. A sense of urgency, of being needed. A sense of fear. Of threat. Hundreds of voices crying out at once... and falling into silence when Succor startled up from her bedroll.
Most people would dismiss that sort of thing as a nightmare. Or, perhaps, the results of indigestion on their subconscious.
Succor was not most people. Ze was a Hellkin with a few rare gifts. One of them was somnolent prognostication. The other was ice magic. So Succor put more credit into hir dreams than even the most professional seers. That morning, ze packed up hir gear and went searching for the first landmark. Writing a few notes into hir journal so nothing would be missed.
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