In an incredible act of self-inflicted fuckery, I somehow managed to accidentally refresh the page JUST as I had finished writing the update, and have only just now finished retyping it all. So yeah, apologies for the delay on this one. Now, I must slumber...
Sir Havel the Unyielding
The elder nods in solemn agreement with the Chosen One's words. "It is unfortunate that your existence has created such a fissure between the Divine Siblings; each of them are confident that they are better fit than the other to decide what your fate should be, that they are doing what is best for everyone. Yet it would seem that Solus' path has become a sad irony...he has grown so fervent in his mission to hunt you down for your past wrongdoings, that he now neglects the very creation he had set out to avenge, and in an age when it is most in need of guidance..." There are a few moments of silence, before he moves on to the information Sir Havel requested.
"As of right now, we have fifteen devout servants of Lunus residing in this sacred space, myself included. Though only a mere fraction of the members we once had, there is fortunately still enough of us that we can continue to maintain the good condition of the shrine without having to give up other important time-consuming activities. Like eating, or sleep." The elder says half-jokingly.
"There is a great subterranean temple hidden within the Himalayas. Older than even this archival shrine. It was one of the very first places on this planet that Her followers called home. I have no doubt that it is still inhabited; the monks residing there have long managed to keep themselves distanced from many of the world's troubles, due to the temple's hazardous and remote location. There is another shrine located deep in the jungles of Loreto, Peru. Though last time I spoke with the head shrinekeeper there, they were experiencing a time of much turmoil caused by both internal and external influences. I am uncertain of whether they were ever able to overcome their difficulties...as for any forsaken shrines, the only two that may have avoided being looted by thieves and razed by conquerors at this point are the shrine ruins located in the rainforests of western Malaysia, and a holy keep that was constructed somewhere in the Rub' al Khali desert. Sadly, the latter was swallowed by the sands centuries ago, so there is little hope of it ever returning to its former glory...
I shall prepare the boys for their training, and consult the others about these dark beings you have encountered. I have my own theories, but it would be best not to speak that which I am not yet certain of. If our records contain any information at all about the creatures you speak of, I can assure you that I will find it. If there is ever any way we can assist you in your quest, please be sure to let me know. Now, if you don't mind me asking, what is it that you plan to do while the younglings remain here to start on their new path?"
TorZon The EverShifting
TorZon shifts its separated matter into gaseous forms which are undetectable to the large creatures. The Chosen One then discovers that, even though it would take a considerable amount of time to completely sift itself through, it is indeed capable of infiltrating the creatures via the holes in their outer tissue layer. In fact, his plan would have gone perfectly, if only they had stayed still for a little longer. But, much to the disappointment of the Chosen One, the vehicle came to a stop. The creatures then suddenly got out and began hastily walking toward an unknown building, disrupting the infiltration process and causing the minuscule portion of TorZon inside of them to dissipate.
After entering the building, the creatures soon meet with another of their own kind, who they willingly hand the disguised Chosen One over to. Slowly, the new creature unwraps the fabric, and starts to inspect TorZon closely...
The Moderator(s)
"Very intriguing...thank you. We will have someone standing by in case you recall anything else that you'd like to discuss. Otherwise, simply relax and enjoy the peaceful solitude until we decide to speak with you again."
Other-ModeratorOnce everyone is seated in the helicopter, the ceiling of the room opens up, revealing a starry, dark blue sky. The quiet of night is shattered by the sound of powerful whirling blades as the aircraft takes off. And while everyone else keeps a wary eye on the Moderator, the pilot sets course for the land down under.
Jorn Darkmane
Several minutes of thoroughly looking over it, and Jorn finally manages to locate the town of Gadsden on the state map. Apparently there are two other small towns close by to the west and east, named Hopkins and Eastover respectively. Further out to the northwest is Columbia, South Carolina's capital city.
Zanzetkuken The Great
Deep into his meditation, Zanzetkuken decides to meet with the spectral figure. He inquires about telepathic communication, and whether it would a viable option for him.
"No. I mean, if each of you were aware and open to the telepathic thoughts you were sending, and it was a mutual effort from all parties involved, then you might have a chance of getting some rough messages across. But other than that, short of miraculously gaining some amazing mind powers, I wouldn't count on it.
However, if you have anyone specific you'd like to talk to in mind, I could try getting them to join us here, which would allow you to chat with them while they visit."
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