Camp Bronze Lake was bright, the foggy sky reflecting down on the glittering springs. One of the platforms was left clear of warmwine and towels for pilgrims to gather and talk. Bells tolled in the distance and were answered by bells within the crowd.
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Jancis Milburga rings a hand bell over her head. "Welcome Pilgrims! It is with open arms and a grateful heart you are welcomed here this sun! You have traveled near and far to be here in honor of Oschon the Wanderer."
"Hopefully, the Wanderer's going to show you the road that leads to the enlightenment you wish. A-Ah, it is starting." Chachanji remains a stalwart little guardlala!
"These days do not come free. Being here, we embrace the ability to leave what we are comfortable with, to leave what we know and go out to experience. To learn that possessions and values are ideals within; to realize what we do care about and what ultimately we do not."
"So as we walk pray think about those who you walk for, the reasons your feet move forward, what lies out there beyond the familiar that will nourish  you and all your goals."
Jancis holds the hand bell high over her head, smiling at everyone around her. "Let us finish our pilgrimage together." She rings the bell, heralding the start of the walk.
“Not all those who wander are lost.â€
“A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.â€
“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.â€
“I see my path, but I do not know where it leads. Not knowing where I am going is what inspires me to travel it.â€
“But the vagrant owns the whole vast earth that ends only at the nonexistent horizon, and his empire is an intangible one, for his domination and enjoyment of it are things of the spirit.â€
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Jancis rings the bell from atop of the platform, beckoning everyone to join.
Ciel kneels respectfully, Cyneler prays, Jana almost steps into the small pool, but manages to stop herself.
The bells stopped ringing. Behind the group on the lower terrace bards join, the spirited music carrying over the waters and stonework.Â
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"Here we stand outside the Wanderer's Palace, a sacred place for those who look to Oschon. In the distance on the cliff sides above the rock face lies His stone."
Jancis lifts her hand to the outer reaches of La Noscea, "That the Wanderer is with us where ever we are, mountain and trail and home alike."
The sun set, Oschon's symbol glowing a brilliant green in the shallow pool all the pilgrims surrounded. The stars and moon seemed to answer it, their sparkling bodies in the sky matching the brightness to light up the entire area.
The Celebration had begun.
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