Electric Tribe Chief Performance
Uila stood on a wooden platform laid out on the sand. He looked at the gathering of tribes, bowing to each of the other chieftains before closing his eyes.
He took a deep breath, listening to the sky and waited for the breeze to pick up. It swept in slowly picking up his cape and ruffling through his hair. Through his eyelids he watched the sky darken as a cloud scooted in over him and the rest of the beach.
He opened his eyes as the air stilled around him, and the cloud darkened everything to a state almost pitch black. He heard a few gasps in the crowd, a few parents calm skittish children.
"Do not be alarmed, the darkness is part of the show." He felt like his voice was coming from within his chest, from a place he wasn't in control of. He let it take over, the calmness of his mind spreading throughout his body.
He looked up and saw the electricity begin to dance along the underside of the cloud and smiled.
"Let it begin."
Lightning arced from the sky, making a brief contact right behind Uila, silhouetting his form for just a moment. The crowd could see him standing with his heels tight together, and his elbows out, presumably with his palms touching in front of his chest.
As the light faded, and before anyone's eyes could adjust to the darkness again more lightning shot down from the sky. Uila's body moved, his right foot playing a short game of hacky-sack with an arc of light. The rest of the performance was part martial arts, part a dance with the energy.
He clapped twice, stomping the ground in tandem with two strikes on the board. Smiling at the display and inhaling the energy of the spirits of the previous chieftain's joining him on the stage. He slowly felt his senses coming back, he wasn't lost in the dance any longer and he was ready for what would come.
He closed his eyes again, seventeen final bolts of energy struck the sand around the wooden platform. The light dazzled his eyes even through his eyelids and he smiled, thanking the spirits as they departed, the World Storm off to do as it would.
The sky cleared and he knew that for a few moments anyone who blinked would get a fresh show of dancing lights. He looked at the points around his platform that the lightning had struck the sand. Seventeen glass rods about a foot long stood anchored in the grains.
"The spirits of the Hekiki Ao Chieftain's and Elders before me have provided a rod for each of the current Chief's of each tribe besides our own." He walked the outer edge of the circle of small pillars. "Each rod is topped with a symbol that is spiritually connected to each of you. I would recommend a wait of 20 minutes before you claim your rod, to allow them to cool, They are currently hot to the touch.
"But please, each of the Chiefs, come. Look. Allow the spirits to calm you and find the rod and symbol that speaks to you. Then, seek me out, because I would love to record your symbol and what it means to you - if you feel it is something you can share."
He took his place back on the wooden platform and waited for the chiefs of the other tribes to approach. Sherlai had spoken of the looks of wonder and sadness and joy and the rest of the gamut of emotions that crossed the faces of the chieftains as they had claimed their rods in the past, he wanted to see for himself.
{OOC: Replies to this will start one-on-one discussions of the symbol that speaks to each chief. The rods are about a foot long, average an inch and a half in diameter, and are topped with a symbol that is personal to one chief. The symbol is for you to determine. While the rods are generally clear, the symbols can be of colored glass (colored is preferable at this point). The symbol can be a message from the past or of the future, and can be personal to the chief or pertain to the whole of the tribe.}