[ owner turns around to mention to sidon what he noticed and watches as a gigantic ass rock is just about to crush him ]
Sidon!!
[ HELPPP can he try to yank sidon out of the way. i realize this will do absolutely fuckin nothing because owner is half his size and does not have the str attribute. ]
[ neat! he gets hit by a giant boulder and dies instantly
owner's warning helps, even if he is physically a tiny guy and the tugging does not help. in fact now i am not sure if this means owner will also get hit by a rock. but he'll use his charm to persuade the boulder to drop less fatally on his noggin. alternatively, since he has an entire trident, he's going to try to STR his way into using it to block some of the force of the boulder. ]
[ meanwhile in NERD land, the NERDS are trying to figure out how to activate this magical artifact. because guy can't read, he's going to look the magic thingy over for any clues to what its password might be. i hope french charles is written on the back or something ]
[ he also winks at it charmingly. there are metaphorical sparkles here ]
[ Margaret as you open the journal ... it's still written in that extremely archaic language that you have trouble parsing, but as you start looking for the answer to this specific question, it seems that you're actually able to start picking out words, patterns in them, that start making sense. It's interesting, it seems this is the journal of a previous explorer to Aeor and they have actually written quite a bit down about these particular objects. They are known as Stasis Bubbles and though the writer himself is a mage, he is not familiar with the magic used to make them. It seems this is a secret lost with Aeor itself. He notes that force hadn’t seemed to work, and neither did dispel magic but posits a few solutions: the bubble has to be powered by some sort of arcane force, that if it can be turned off it should release the inside of it to the natural flow of time, and perhaps divinely enchanted objects could have an effect upon it, or an anti-magic field may be a more effective solution than the dispel. She is so absorbed in reading this journal she does not notice anything else happening to either Owner or Sidon. Honestly she can’t even hear it. It is, in fact, very quiet and lonely here in this desolate graveyard beneath the earth. The only thing she can hear is the shifting of rock, of ice cracking in the depths. It’s cold, here.
SIDON! Good thinking. I'll make it a large boulder the side of a small boulder - small enough that with the strength used on it he can divert the worst of it. The trident might chip under the weight and his arms will be hella sore as the boulder crashes (if either if you would like any crush injuries, feel free to take them) off to the side with an enormous sound and rolls off. At first, there is silence.
And then the sound of ice cracking.
You guys might wanna hurry it along here.
Guy! You know ... you're a charming fellow. Very charming. You talk to a lot of different people, you've probably even traded in magical objects before. There's even a few that are sentient - this one is not. It continues to hum. He'll look it over and see that it's exquisitely made - technology like this just does not exist anymore in the rest of Exandria, only found in Pre-Calamity ruins like this. It's beautiful, really. It seems like it probably emits something. As he tries to put his charm into the world ... a thought floats into his head. `There is Wisdom in Order.` ]
[cool. she just continues to read the journal, absorbed in it. you all can deal with the problem of cracking ice and falling rocks, actually. but she will murmur to herself as she reads.]
The bubble is powered by an arcane force - yes, we have to use that device to shut it off, that's what will get us through.
[hopefully somewhere guy just flirted the password out of it, i guess.]
okay he can get crushed a bit. i will be "nice" and say it mostly falls on his prosthetic, which honestly, is more of a hindrance than anything else in this cold weather because this thing isn't built for this.
he ignores it because there is a very distant feeling that he thought this prosthetic was stupid anyway. ]
[ ow.... 2! at least he won a fight against a boulder, that's always nice for the ol' ego. he shakes out his arms with a grimace, though it's one he shifts into a little smile when owner asks. ]
I'm all right! Are you hurt much?
[ there is no argument that they need to be moving though. they can make their way swiftly like over to the others. ]
Owner and Sidon get bonked, Margaret is absorbed in her reading, and then guy says the passphrase outloud and the piece of tech in his hand hums to vibrant life - turning red, then green - pinpoints of light erupting out of it as it spins up. It begins to float in the air by itself and starts projecting a ... field. Of some sort. None of you are fucking magic, so I guess I can't turn your magic off, but it's an anti-magic field. So there you go.
It takes a moment for it to begin working - the bubble is resilient, incredibly powerful magic, or it wouldn't have lasted all these centuries - but with a very unceremonious blip it suddenly blinks out of existence.
The first thing you hear is a SCREAM - the elven woman who was frozen in time after all these long, long, torturous years finishes swinging her fist through the air at the side of the bubble. It doesn't connect with anything, sending her stumbling forward onto her knees - dark hair hanging in her face. her nose is bleeding, and her eyes are frantic. She looks at you and then whips her head around as more ice in the ceiling begins to crack in the distance and she (and yourselves) hear the crash of stone into earth as portions of this terrible place begin to collapse. She speaks a question in a language you don't understand - that maybe no one has heard aloud in an age - and then curls her hands at either side of her head and starts screaming again. It isn't a scream of fear or pain, but complete and utter madness. The scream of someone who cannot understand what is happening or what has happened, and the concept has driven her beyond all help. In only a few seconds, you see her begin to age, her skin wrinkling, her hair growing longer and greying, the veins on her hands going prominent and dark and her cheeks and eyes sink into her skull and then she collapses forward again - skin coming off of her in dust like ancient paper.
The other three that were cowering behind her did the same without even a whimper.
But left on what little remains of her is a strange looking keyring. So. Yay? ]
[well. margaret remains absorbed in her journal while all of this happens and then once the woman stops screaming and turns to dust, she gets up, closes the book, and grabs that keyring off this terrifying pile of corpse dust.]
Great work, team. I always say this team can accomplish anything we set our minds to. Through the archway?
[she's still like. not at all paying attention to the cracking ice and falling rocks. let's go! can she try her key in the door?]
[ the scream alone was haunting and carried some distance, so that definitely sucks. he looks disturbed as they arrive to four entire people crumbling into aged dust. at least that answers if they can save them from these bubbles. ]
These poor people...!
[ WHAT HAPPENED HERE...... there isn't any time to waste though, so he'll just go help push the door open if it needs some persuasion. this place is absolutely not going to hold together. ]
[ Owner is pausing to rifle through corpses and sure. He can come away with a couple of little things - a matching set of rings from the two people huddled together, two scrolls off of the elven woman (he can inspect this later) and also in her hand a small mechanical toy shaped like a bird in pristine condition.
For the others the key works - she’ll find as it goes in that there’s the feeling of a magical effect that happens as it slides into the door - and it opens easily. They can all run inside quickly as they hear the collapse rapidly approach them but thankfully with the door shut behind them the archway holds. The door in the archway was more human sized, but the whole thing is massive. Five stories tall and made of metal and rock and all along the inside of the door there are round objects glowing slightly - as you first step through they all flip to an ominous red, but because you used the key they fade back into a gentle glowing blue. It might have been a really funny idea to pick this lock, is what I’m saying.
In here is an enormous chamber - vast and echoing and filled with runes and magic circles that none of you can quite understand. You get the feeling it’s obviously important though. Of note is the fact that, despite the number of remains outside of this place … there don’t seem to be any in here.
In the middle of this chamber is a pedestal - huge wires strung to the ceiling, half-broken and snapped and chunks of the ceiling fallen in to the floor. There’s a chill wind in here - it seems like some of it might be exposed to the air. Maybe there’s way to get out from in here.
But first, all of you suddenly feel … drawn, to the center of this place. Sitting there, cracked, is an enormous piece of blue stone, craved into a crest shape. It looks like a chunk of a larger portion, but this one is broken, maybe about a third of it.
You’re all exhausted. This place seems safe enough.
You’ve reached your prize (you feel, strongly, without meaning to).
[ figures margaret wouldn't notice. why would she.
but she does make a point, so owner will settle down in a spot. there are the belongings he looted, and he will check them out... later. for now, it feels really nice to rest. ]
[ woah, he'll take a look at this crest stone like a magpie finding something shiny, a little distracted when the group starts to speak. ]
—Oh! Yes, we're all right! The ceiling was caving in.
[ it's a good thing margaret somehow knew how to get in here safely, and quickly. but he still looks at her with some concern. she could stand to show some more sympathy—they're more than just cutthroat looters.
but she raises a good point, and this seems like a nice place to take a break. start a fire, get their bearings, look at their cool loot. ]
[ guy will nerd out about the mechanical bird later once he too is allowed to look through their loot, but he is concerned about the two of them. he's also looking over owner's prosthetic before they go zzz. ]
[ Yay! You all settle in for the night, get a campfire going, eat some of your rations and get cozy snuggly all in a pile because you love each other, remember? Geez, some of you have really been at each other’s nerves today, but it’s probably just … stress. Hopefully.
Your new inventory is: The two scrolls turn out to be SPELL SCROLLS. Even the biggest idiot can now cast a spell in a pinch. One is Fireball, and the other is Telekinesis. These are really fucking powerful spells. One of these scrolls is worth thousands of gold alone, but you never know.
A matching set of rings. You have no way to determine if they are magical or not, but they are at least nicely made.
The mechanical bird seems to serve no purpose except to be a toy for a child, but it is beautifully made. If you wind its key, it takes to flight with all the grace and motion of a real bird, making soft chirps and peeps, glowing slightly. You can’t understand Aeorian, but Sonam is carved into its body.
Since it is Nighttime you’ll get to pick TWO ACTIONS as a group:
- Prepare your map (reveal some locations that might be of interest for the next day) - Keep watch (You never know what will happen in the night) - Take care of Equipment (With the right preparation, you can stretch your limited supplies further. This will add +1 days to your rations) - Study the journ̷a̸l̴ (Learn.) ]
[ I’ll give you your map results first: from this room chamber it seems you can make your way two directions: to the east is the DISEASE LABORATORY rumored to be very gross but also full of incredibly valuable potions and poisons - things that modern mages and learned types haven’t been able to recreate at all. If there is something you need cured … this might be the place to look.
To the west is the DAWN CRUCIBLE. A research facility, though very little remains of what they were actually studying. There are rumors of another Crest Hub in this direction.
You all settle in to study the journal, which seems right. It’s actually nice and warm all huddled around it. At first, none of it makes much sense - the writing is archaic and dense and there actually seems to be several authors, all intermingled, writing next to each other, over one another, on folded sheets of paper and shoved into the margins.
The easiest story to pick apart is that of a mage and his small research group - much like yours but less charming. He’s an evocative writer, explaining his woes and troubles with getting funding for his projects compared to the other, flashiest students at the Academy. He has decided to come here, to Aeor, to find something of interest in the ruins and hopefully use whatever he finds to improve his academic standing. In the end, his rival will have a talking dog, and he will have the secrets of the universe.
He came across this journal and found it helpful, and also started recording his thoughts in it. He speaks of seeking the Crests - of which you all have found 1/3 of one - and how they are vitally important to … something. He also speaks of being slightly concerned about the marks on his body, but perhaps he’ll seek answers elsewhere about that. It also warns that magic behaves very oddly here in Eiselcross and to be careful with the casting of it, it often will go wrong with catastrophic results.
That’s as far as you can get tonight. You’re all so tired. Maybe you should sleep. Or you do, even without meaning to.
Margaret: You have a lovely dream.
One of a fairer, more just world. People are rewarded here for their merit, their strengths of character, the drive they show rather than simply being born into a role that’s been handed to them. Everyone, from the lowly Backwater planet shopkeeper to the Princeps gets a say in how they are governed, in the choices they get to make. A red eye opens on the back of your palm. It’s a system where if you work hard, you can make it and lend a hand to help up everyone else instead of kicking them off of the ladder. A red eye opens, and a woman’s (well. Android’s), bright and sweet, with a southern accent: `We can make it happen! I just need a little of your help.`
Owner: You have a lovely dream.
You’re at the edge of a great ocean, waves lapping. Stars shine down and everything is calm and peaceful. You’re walking down the beach, contemplating. Eventually, you come across a boat, oars pulled across it. A red eye opens on the side of your neck. You climb into it, and start to row, and you feel as if … this is it. Peace. As you row out further, the ocean gets darker, cooler, the stars blink out one by one. This could be …
A voice, a young man’s: `I can help you too. Like you helped me. But I need something first.`
Sidon: You have a lovely dream.
You’re not ascended to the throne yet, it seems. Your father still lives, strong, and healthy, so your only concerns now are walking amongst your people, seeing to their needs - which, these days, aren’t really many. Someone has a small dispute over fish, or a teenage girl has a strange obsession with a Hylian man down the river, but really, small problems to solve. A red eye opens on your palm. Mipha runs her soothing magic a blonde Hylian boy, who probably just sprained something doing some silly nonsense like trying to jump off the tallest waterfall in the Kingdom again. They laugh together.
Mipha turns to you from where she’s sitting, and in her sweet, calm voice says: `We can make it true. I just need your help, brother.`
Guy: You have a lovely dream.
It’s kind of chaotic, actually. You think everyone is preparing for a party … ? Your sister chases Anise down the hall as she runs, and Luke chases after the both of them, yelling. No one seems worried, really. About anything. Maybe they should be? The future is so unclear, sometimes. There’s no guiding force, nothing is written. Anything could happen. But there’s freedom in that. A red eye opens on your shoulder. These people are all so young, and innocent. They haven’t experienced war, or suffering, or loss. As you walk into the hall where everyone is setting out food, Van Grants lifts a cup to you.
`We could make it happen. I just need your help.`
You get the feeling you should collect a Threshold Crest. ]
[margaret wakes up the next morning, rested from the dream but also not. her mood this morning is concerned, a little less optimistic than she was the previous morning. but she'll still gather their rations and set out breakfast, though she keeps to herself as she eats, the book close at hand.
she looks all of them over - guy, sidon, owner - a frown on her face, but she eases again into a smile.]
Listen, I think the disease laboratory is just too dangerous for us. We should head the other direction - better opportunities, and less potential to get cursed.
[but she will also at some point try to pull guy aside without the others around.]
Hm? Well, if you are sure, Margaret. You always know best.
[ owner will pack away his loot that he robbed, taking care to put them away neatly. he glances at margaret, before looking over to sidon. he whispers to him, ]
It would be nice if she let someone else hold that book, wouldn't it? We should maybe see if we can take turns, I am getting worried she is too obsessed with it.
[ he's stretching out as owner approaches, greeting him with a smile. he's rested, he had a nice dream, he's injured but today will be better.
except this is a little concerning. ]
Really? [ also should they be taking this stone or just leaving it, he'll pack it away safely if it's their travel companion now. he looks torn, speaking quietly. ] I have my concerns with Margaret, but... I don't wish to doubt her.
[ still, wouldn't hurt to pass the book around a little, probably. ]
.... I do think we should start with the Dawn Crucible, like Margaret said. But there might be useful potions in the Disease Laboratory, so let's keep it in mind for later, okay?
[ guy also wants to talk to margaret privately, so it's not hard for the two of them to meet up in a quiet corner or something ]
Hey, Margaret? I need to talk to you about something.
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Sidon!!
[ HELPPP can he try to yank sidon out of the way. i realize this will do absolutely fuckin nothing because owner is half his size and does not have the str attribute. ]
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owner's warning helps, even if he is physically a tiny guy and the tugging does not help. in fact now i am not sure if this means owner will also get hit by a rock. but he'll use his charm to persuade the boulder to drop less fatally on his noggin. alternatively, since he has an entire trident, he's going to try to STR his way into using it to block some of the force of the boulder. ]
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[ he also winks at it charmingly. there are metaphorical sparkles here ]
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SIDON! Good thinking. I'll make it a large boulder the side of a small boulder - small enough that with the strength used on it he can divert the worst of it. The trident might chip under the weight and his arms will be hella sore as the boulder crashes (if either if you would like any crush injuries, feel free to take them) off to the side with an enormous sound and rolls off. At first, there is silence.
And then the sound of ice cracking.
You guys might wanna hurry it along here.
Guy! You know ... you're a charming fellow. Very charming. You talk to a lot of different people, you've probably even traded in magical objects before. There's even a few that are sentient - this one is not. It continues to hum. He'll look it over and see that it's exquisitely made - technology like this just does not exist anymore in the rest of Exandria, only found in Pre-Calamity ruins like this. It's beautiful, really. It seems like it probably emits something. As he tries to put his charm into the world ... a thought floats into his head. `There is Wisdom in Order.` ]
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The bubble is powered by an arcane force - yes, we have to use that device to shut it off, that's what will get us through.
[hopefully somewhere guy just flirted the password out of it, i guess.]
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okay he can get crushed a bit. i will be "nice" and say it mostly falls on his prosthetic, which honestly, is more of a hindrance than anything else in this cold weather because this thing isn't built for this.
he ignores it because there is a very distant feeling that he thought this prosthetic was stupid anyway. ]
Sidon, are you okay? We must go.
[ THE ICE SOUNDS ARE BAD. TIME TO GO. ]
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I think I've got it--- where are Sidon and Owner?
[ he is now looking around for them..... hopefully no one got crushed by boulders or anything ]
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I'm all right! Are you hurt much?
[ there is no argument that they need to be moving though. they can make their way swiftly like over to the others. ]
Margaret, Guy! We need to get moving.
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Owner and Sidon get bonked, Margaret is absorbed in her reading, and then guy says the passphrase outloud and the piece of tech in his hand hums to vibrant life - turning red, then green - pinpoints of light erupting out of it as it spins up. It begins to float in the air by itself and starts projecting a ... field. Of some sort. None of you are fucking magic, so I guess I can't turn your magic off, but it's an anti-magic field. So there you go.
It takes a moment for it to begin working - the bubble is resilient, incredibly powerful magic, or it wouldn't have lasted all these centuries - but with a very unceremonious blip it suddenly blinks out of existence.
The first thing you hear is a SCREAM - the elven woman who was frozen in time after all these long, long, torturous years finishes swinging her fist through the air at the side of the bubble. It doesn't connect with anything, sending her stumbling forward onto her knees - dark hair hanging in her face. her nose is bleeding, and her eyes are frantic. She looks at you and then whips her head around as more ice in the ceiling begins to crack in the distance and she (and yourselves) hear the crash of stone into earth as portions of this terrible place begin to collapse. She speaks a question in a language you don't understand - that maybe no one has heard aloud in an age - and then curls her hands at either side of her head and starts screaming again. It isn't a scream of fear or pain, but complete and utter madness. The scream of someone who cannot understand what is happening or what has happened, and the concept has driven her beyond all help. In only a few seconds, you see her begin to age, her skin wrinkling, her hair growing longer and greying, the veins on her hands going prominent and dark and her cheeks and eyes sink into her skull and then she collapses forward again - skin coming off of her in dust like ancient paper.
The other three that were cowering behind her did the same without even a whimper.
But left on what little remains of her is a strange looking keyring. So. Yay? ]
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Great work, team. I always say this team can accomplish anything we set our minds to. Through the archway?
[she's still like. not at all paying attention to the cracking ice and falling rocks. let's go! can she try her key in the door?]
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Yes, through the archway, we are on a bit of a time crunch!
[ because of the ice breaking that they did not cause! it was a coincidence!
is there like, anything owner can get from these pathetic remains of these ex-frozen guys or nah ]
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These poor people...!
[ WHAT HAPPENED HERE...... there isn't any time to waste though, so he'll just go help push the door open if it needs some persuasion. this place is absolutely not going to hold together. ]
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Holy shit....
[ but he understands they're on a time crunch, so he will hurry along. he will carry margaret and/or owner if he needs to ]
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For the others the key works - she’ll find as it goes in that there’s the feeling of a magical effect that happens as it slides into the door - and it opens easily. They can all run inside quickly as they hear the collapse rapidly approach them but thankfully with the door shut behind them the archway holds. The door in the archway was more human sized, but the whole thing is massive. Five stories tall and made of metal and rock and all along the inside of the door there are round objects glowing slightly - as you first step through they all flip to an ominous red, but because you used the key they fade back into a gentle glowing blue. It might have been a really funny idea to pick this lock, is what I’m saying.
In here is an enormous chamber - vast and echoing and filled with runes and magic circles that none of you can quite understand. You get the feeling it’s obviously important though. Of note is the fact that, despite the number of remains outside of this place … there don’t seem to be any in here.
In the middle of this chamber is a pedestal - huge wires strung to the ceiling, half-broken and snapped and chunks of the ceiling fallen in to the floor. There’s a chill wind in here - it seems like some of it might be exposed to the air. Maybe there’s way to get out from in here.
But first, all of you suddenly feel … drawn, to the center of this place. Sitting there, cracked, is an enormous piece of blue stone, craved into a crest shape. It looks like a chunk of a larger portion, but this one is broken, maybe about a third of it.
You’re all exhausted. This place seems safe enough.
You’ve reached your prize (you feel, strongly, without meaning to).
Maybe you should rest for the night. ]
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[it just feels safe in here to let her guard down, and with that feeling, she finds herself getting drowsy. she glances at owner and sidon.]
...What happened to you guys? [she completely missed them getting crushed. and she seems to have forgotten about blasting sidon with her gun, too.]
Let's call it a night.
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[ figures margaret wouldn't notice. why would she.
but she does make a point, so owner will settle down in a spot. there are the belongings he looted, and he will check them out... later. for now, it feels really nice to rest. ]
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—Oh! Yes, we're all right! The ceiling was caving in.
[ it's a good thing margaret somehow knew how to get in here safely, and quickly. but he still looks at her with some concern. she could stand to show some more sympathy—they're more than just cutthroat looters.
but she raises a good point, and this seems like a nice place to take a break. start a fire, get their bearings, look at their cool loot. ]
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[ guy will nerd out about the mechanical bird later once he too is allowed to look through their loot, but he is concerned about the two of them. he's also looking over owner's prosthetic before they go zzz. ]
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Your new inventory is:
The two scrolls turn out to be SPELL SCROLLS. Even the biggest idiot can now cast a spell in a pinch. One is Fireball, and the other is Telekinesis. These are really fucking powerful spells. One of these scrolls is worth thousands of gold alone, but you never know.
A matching set of rings. You have no way to determine if they are magical or not, but they are at least nicely made.
The mechanical bird seems to serve no purpose except to be a toy for a child, but it is beautifully made. If you wind its key, it takes to flight with all the grace and motion of a real bird, making soft chirps and peeps, glowing slightly. You can’t understand Aeorian, but Sonam is carved into its body.
Since it is Nighttime you’ll get to pick TWO ACTIONS as a group:
- Prepare your map (reveal some locations that might be of interest for the next day)
- Keep watch (You never know what will happen in the night)
- Take care of Equipment (With the right preparation, you can stretch your limited supplies further. This will add +1 days to your rations)
- Study the journ̷a̸l̴ (Learn.) ]
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To the west is the DAWN CRUCIBLE. A research facility, though very little remains of what they were actually studying. There are rumors of another Crest Hub in this direction.
You all settle in to study the journal, which seems right. It’s actually nice and warm all huddled around it. At first, none of it makes much sense - the writing is archaic and dense and there actually seems to be several authors, all intermingled, writing next to each other, over one another, on folded sheets of paper and shoved into the margins.
The easiest story to pick apart is that of a mage and his small research group - much like yours but less charming. He’s an evocative writer, explaining his woes and troubles with getting funding for his projects compared to the other, flashiest students at the Academy. He has decided to come here, to Aeor, to find something of interest in the ruins and hopefully use whatever he finds to improve his academic standing. In the end, his rival will have a talking dog, and he will have the secrets of the universe.
He came across this journal and found it helpful, and also started recording his thoughts in it. He speaks of seeking the Crests - of which you all have found 1/3 of one - and how they are vitally important to … something. He also speaks of being slightly concerned about the marks on his body, but perhaps he’ll seek answers elsewhere about that. It also warns that magic behaves very oddly here in Eiselcross and to be careful with the casting of it, it often will go wrong with catastrophic results.
That’s as far as you can get tonight. You’re all so tired. Maybe you should sleep. Or you do, even without meaning to.
Margaret: You have a lovely dream.
One of a fairer, more just world. People are rewarded here for their merit, their strengths of character, the drive they show rather than simply being born into a role that’s been handed to them. Everyone, from the lowly Backwater planet shopkeeper to the Princeps gets a say in how they are governed, in the choices they get to make. A red eye opens on the back of your palm. It’s a system where if you work hard, you can make it and lend a hand to help up everyone else instead of kicking them off of the ladder. A red eye opens, and a woman’s (well. Android’s), bright and sweet, with a southern accent: `We can make it happen! I just need a little of your help.`
Owner: You have a lovely dream.
You’re at the edge of a great ocean, waves lapping. Stars shine down and everything is calm and peaceful. You’re walking down the beach, contemplating. Eventually, you come across a boat, oars pulled across it. A red eye opens on the side of your neck. You climb into it, and start to row, and you feel as if … this is it. Peace. As you row out further, the ocean gets darker, cooler, the stars blink out one by one. This could be …
A voice, a young man’s: `I can help you too. Like you helped me. But I need something first.`
Sidon: You have a lovely dream.
You’re not ascended to the throne yet, it seems. Your father still lives, strong, and healthy, so your only concerns now are walking amongst your people, seeing to their needs - which, these days, aren’t really many. Someone has a small dispute over fish, or a teenage girl has a strange obsession with a Hylian man down the river, but really, small problems to solve. A red eye opens on your palm. Mipha runs her soothing magic a blonde Hylian boy, who probably just sprained something doing some silly nonsense like trying to jump off the tallest waterfall in the Kingdom again. They laugh together.
Mipha turns to you from where she’s sitting, and in her sweet, calm voice says: `We can make it true. I just need your help, brother.`
Guy: You have a lovely dream.
It’s kind of chaotic, actually. You think everyone is preparing for a party … ? Your sister chases Anise down the hall as she runs, and Luke chases after the both of them, yelling. No one seems worried, really. About anything. Maybe they should be? The future is so unclear, sometimes. There’s no guiding force, nothing is written. Anything could happen. But there’s freedom in that. A red eye opens on your shoulder. These people are all so young, and innocent. They haven’t experienced war, or suffering, or loss. As you walk into the hall where everyone is setting out food, Van Grants lifts a cup to you.
`We could make it happen. I just need your help.`
You get the feeling you should collect a Threshold Crest. ]
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she looks all of them over - guy, sidon, owner - a frown on her face, but she eases again into a smile.]
Listen, I think the disease laboratory is just too dangerous for us. We should head the other direction - better opportunities, and less potential to get cursed.
[but she will also at some point try to pull guy aside without the others around.]
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[ owner will pack away his loot that he robbed, taking care to put them away neatly. he glances at margaret, before looking over to sidon. he whispers to him, ]
It would be nice if she let someone else hold that book, wouldn't it? We should maybe see if we can take turns, I am getting worried she is too obsessed with it.
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except this is a little concerning. ]
Really? [ also should they be taking this stone or just leaving it, he'll pack it away safely if it's their travel companion now. he looks torn, speaking quietly. ] I have my concerns with Margaret, but... I don't wish to doubt her.
[ still, wouldn't hurt to pass the book around a little, probably. ]
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[ guy also wants to talk to margaret privately, so it's not hard for the two of them to meet up in a quiet corner or something ]
Hey, Margaret? I need to talk to you about something.
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