TURN TWENTY: THE RUNIAN PROPHECY
Attempt to figure out where I am in relation to...anything. Climb a tree, that should help.
Warren DrakeYou decide that the best course of action to take right now would be to find out where you are, first of all. You scurry up the side of the nearest tree, hop between the thin, rough branches, and make it up near the top. Reaching the height of the marshy forest, you take in your surroundings and look for landmarks.
It appears that you are on the far side of the wetlands, near one of the mountainsides that makes up the arch leading into the mainland. In the distance in front of you, you can see the shoreline and the beach where you traveled from. Behind you, the mountainous arch towers over the entire wetland as a looming symbol of your entrance to a new world. Leading into the arch appears to be a river that flows from the delta you saw back at the shoreline. However, the river appears to be near frozen over - quite odd, considering the warmer temperatures that you were experience on Atis. Your guess is that Darzenis probably shipped you quite a far distance from your home island.
Looking up to the sky, you see that it is about midday now. Now that you've become acquainted with some of Darzenis' apparent friends, you think that you have a slight grip on the environment now. Yet, there is still so much that you do not know.
Only time will tell if there is any sense to be made of the world that has been built around you.
Try to extend my mind to the images on the wall, and sync with them to gain better understanding.
RuneThe entirety of this underground cavern is astoundingly large. In its own right, it is like a cathedral fit for the world's masses. It will take you a bit of time to hone your power enough to reveal the secrets of this library of cryptic messages from the past.
((Basically what I'm saying here that, due to the size of the place and your inexperience with this field of your power, it might take a few turns to uncover all of this information. Specifically, your action roles must add up to a total of 12 or more in order to decipher the total message.))
...And so we go.))
[2+2 (focus-domain bonus successful) = 4, 33% completed] The drawings on the walls tug at you, yearning to be deciphered. You know that they have some significance behind them, you just don't see what they can mean right now. You decided to resolve this by calling open your association with the mind. At the same time, you release your control over the golems. It's not like they're gonna be useful at reading these messages right now. You can hear the golems creaking to a stop above you, losing their lifelike characteristics and returning to giant pieces of baked clay. Now to turn your attention to the walls.
You spent a long time focusing your energy, trying to draw some sense by forming all of the drawings together, interpreting their meaning and trying to see if there are some clues that can be gathered by this.
You begin forming an image in your head, a sort of tȩx̡t̷ appear̢i҉n̡ģ ́in ́your̨ ͟min̷d's ͡eye. B̷ef͘o̷̵҉r͏è l͞o̡͠n̴g̡, ̴̢y̵̷͡o̷̕͢ư̶̵r̡͟͝ ́͟c͜ó̀ns̢̡cį͞o̶͟u͢s͟͝҉n҉e͠s͠s̸ b̵̩̰͉̤͍̟̥̃ͩͧͧͮ̎ͅȅ̢͈̼̒̕͜g̗̜͒̈́ͧͤ̏͗ͥ̚͜i̅͗̆ͩ͏͓̩̩̼n͇̜͈͈ͥ͊̋̓̃̂̎̌ͤ͠s͆ͥͨͤ̉̀̈́̚͟҉̮͚̹̘ ̧̪͖̉̍̊̀t̺͕ͨͮ͆̕o͍̹̣͉ͥ͒͂ͨͨͥͅ ̷͙̮̞̄ͦ̑̏ͫͤ͝ữ͇̝̟̱̥ͯͫ͝nͪ҉̳͇̫̜̘̱̮͕ḑ̲̺̜̝̜͚͗̉̉͢ě̫̣̹̟̅̆͡r̴̡͕̯̺̠̺̱̲͚͒̈͗̓ͧ̕s̛̘̓͐ț̯̬̥̼ͦ̂͛͐̓͋͂̊ͯͅͅã̡͇̥̝̕n͔͎̘͈̂̊̀́̀d͂̍ͭͨ̀̅ͮ͆͘͏͓̻ ̢͉̼̱̜̓ͭͬ͗̊͒ͤ̃̂͠t̶̶̘̣͈̺̗̉̒ͬ́͘h̢͖̥̥̭̃ͩ̀̎̔͟͡e̜̤̠͚̙̖̤̼͒̃̈̌̑ͮ͗̋͜ k̢̬̤̭͔͕̼ͫ̓͋̒ͫͣͫ́͞n̴̨̧͕̹̩͕͙̬͇͇̠̬̤̬͇͖ͮ̀͐ͭ̄̑ͦͮ́̌̆͗̑ͧͮ́ͬ̀͠ơ̸̈́͌̐ͭ̈́̐͟͏̩̼̟̟̤́ẉ̵̯̥͎̲̿͊ͦ̋́̄́́̀͘lͪ̃ͥ̓̊̃ͩͩ̂̄̈́ͬ͠҉̶̷̣͙͇͕̮͉e̦͙͔̞̊͒͌ͭ̈͋̽̒̀̃̆ͨ̓̃͊͌͗͢͡d̴̡̺̬̜̫͒̆̑ͬ̉ͬͦ̿̒ͣ̃̄̾͑͞g̭̤͕͇̱̤͉̼̦̝̦̾͑̀̓̅́͘͟ė̲̟̙̯̳͎̰̫̤̜͍̖̜̞̘̰͓̀̌ͭ̎͊̈́̽̅ͮͧͧ͘͢ͅ ̷̸̛͕̪̼̤̻̥͔̺͍ͧ̈́͋̄̽ͤ̇̽ļ̜̜̙̹̼̞̪͕͚̯̹̗̪͊̓͑͌ͭ̊̓ͨ̒ͯͫ̎͋͑̓ͦ̐͞e̸̢̛̤̼̙̳͈̥̘̺̬̠͕̓͑̎̑̈́͆͗ͭ͟ţ̛̣̮͉̽͊̿̑̓̉̇͌ͣͯͬͪ̈́̔͑͒ͮ̚̚͞ ̖̹̪͈͆̽͐ͩ̈́ͯ͒̓ͨ̍̋ͩ̂̀͢f͉̮̭̺̞̝͙̪͈̝̰̄̽ͨͤ̅ͪ̈́͊ͪ͆͗̓̎͊͆̅͢͟͞ó̴̶ͯ̇͛̅̎҉͝͏͙̺͎͍̰̱̹̠̗̙̠͎̖̟͙̭ͅr̡̀ͧ͌ͧ̓͊͊ͩ͛̿̉̓̋͗̆̎͋͗͘͏̦̼̲̻͍̹̤͙̘̺̦̲̯̬̝̖̮̤̩t̶̷̸͈̗̘̲̩͍̤̟̉ͦ͑ͨͧ̐̂̒̅ͨ̕h̴͙̭̲̩̥̝̪̯̻̖̐̅̎́̚ ̵̸̫̯̫̪̞͔̳̜͕͖͙̈̌ͯͣ͆̑͗́̓ͩͤ̆̋ͭ͜ͅfͨͦ́ͣ͒̈́ͪ̏ͣ̄ͨ͋̚͜͏͏̺̣̩̘̘̯̩̪͖̺̼͔̙̠̰́͟r̼͓̤̖͐̏͛ͣ̈̀̋͗̇̊͐ͮ̂̋ͮ͋ͮͯ̚͘̕ǫ̨͍̭̟̥̻͎͉̖̘̪̮̋ͥ̑̾̋͋ͨ̏̿ͩ͟ͅm̸̼̭̙͚̃̿͋ͯ̑̾̌̓͆̓ͬ͋̀ͩͨ̆͋̽͜͝ ̸̌ͥ̈ͯ̉͒̐ͦ̒ͨͮͮ̍̏͗͟͏̨̻̪̖̲͔͔̙͙̘̬͘ą̵̛̖̜͚̗̪͖̹̤ͨ̏̌ͬͭ̾̊̊̂͌̍͌̌̐̀̚͢ͅͅl̓ͮͤ̔͐̅́ͨ̊ͭ̑̄̅̓̾̉̔̚҉̵͉̜͓͇̰̯̗̜͉̘̟̀l̴̡̡͖͈̖̯̣̭̤̠̰̋͊ͮ̈͛̈́̀͡ ̶͈͚͖̖̙̪͔̺͍̺̹̺͓̊̉̍̋̅͆͛̈ͬ̓̓͋ͫͅo̧̲̪̝͈̘͍̫̻̮̬̖̲͇̟̥ͬ̏̿̐̃ͨ̚͘͝ͅͅf̌͊̽̂͂̿͋ͥ̿̇̈ͣͣ͜҉̷̨͍̻̻̜͉ ̨̛̤͉͎̩̬̲̭̈ͩ͒ͦ́̚̕͝t̵̛̻͈͖͙͇̘̠̖̪̉͂̀͗ͪ́̀̏̏́̐̒ͣ̅̀͜͠h̙̲͈̰̳̭͚̫̬̘̿͒ͣ̾̂̓̇̓̓ͣ̄͒̎̈̔́̒́ȩ̛͖̜͚͎͉̬̾̏͆ͥͥͭ̃̄̚͜͡ͅ ̷͇͚̗͕̺̀̾ͭͩ̈̌̈̋̽ͫ́ͅd̵̨̫̩̮̗̰̲̺̺͎͈̙̼̹͖͈̭͗ͬ̎̄ͭ̓ͥ͘͝͞i̧̺̞̖̣͎̞̙̯̦̱ͫ̍ͬ̊̿̍͗̄ͭ͌ͤͭͭ́͘͝ͅͅf̸̛͕̯̜̟͕̩̗͙̥̪͖̲̳̫̲͇̪͔͌̎̒ͨ͐͛̓ͣ͟͞f̸̸̶̶̱̪̜̱̞̽̌̿͐̃͆̌ͥ̎͆ě̞̜̻̖̻̯̗͔͔̜̮̖͙̳̥͕̼̯̖͗̓ͧ̕͘rͭͩ́̑͐͛͊̅҉̶̢̭̞̦͎͖͕̳͕̳̀͢ę̶̣͙̩͖̟͉͕̹̠̠̞̯̳̹̩͖̗̍̓̈́̽̆̂ͧ̾̈́ͯ̏̽͑͊̏̀͟͠ņ͍̺̪̖͇͖̯͍̯̮̌͌ͥ̓͟͡ţ̮̻̬͍̘̗͕̭̩͚̺̮̗͍͍̜͊ͭ͗̓̄ͥ̚ͅ ̵̆̄̈́ͨ͛̽̇͐͛ͣ̀͞҉͈̹̰͉̙̬͍̦̮̭̦͚͔ͅͅd̸̷͚̟͕̳̖̣͎̜̲̹͍̜͔͋̾̽̒̄̿̑̔̍͆̅̉̃r̡̼̱͈̘̫͔͉͉̠̖̬͉͙̲̺̣̬̩̎͒ͣ̋ͪ̀̓͂̅̇ͯͭͮ͠͞ä́͐ͯ̊̏͊̃̆ͨͯ̂̉͐ͭ̑̍ͪ̏ͤ҉̱̭̞̞͉̤̗͔̦͙̻͠͠w̸̵̟̺͖̦̣͕̟͙̥̗̟͖̫̦̣ͩ̂̾̔͒͊̅͞ͅi̴ͥ̈͆̾̏̀ͥͩ̋̈͆͐̄ͫ͂͗̌͏̪̜͍̹̮̩̫̣̳̼̟̤͉͘͠ñ̌͂̋̈́ͭͪ͆ͤ͝҉͏̸̼̯̼̞̣͞g͋͋ͫ̀̄̆̈́҉̥̰̟͓̩̞̮̼͕̬͎͕̠̙͇͡ş̛̛̖͔̩̜̤̳̪̮̺͍̞́̍ͭ͌̄̓̉̎̀͠.̬̖̲͈͙̮̻̩͓̘̩͂̉ͫ͆͟͜͜
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̒ͧ̂͌͛̋͛̍͏̵͓͇̝̩̮̬̺͔̘̕
̶̧̥̝͖̤͍̻͉̠͇͉̯̘̯̫̥ͨͮͫ̀̒͒̀̀I̴̫̳̫̘̭̜͎̼̤̬̘͖̺͉͋͛͋̋̉̽ͤ̿̓̎͛͐ͬ̓́̑͌͐̓͜͢͡͠ͅͅt̜̭̳̺̲̼̤̳̳̗̞ͭ̿ͦ͑̿̒ͬ͆̇̆̾̓͛̃̇̚̕͡ ̴̡̳̱̗̟̫̞̟̺͎̖̩̠̝̖̦̟͓̯ͬ́̐ͯ̅͊͗ͪ̓̾̊ͦͭ̏͢͢͞ä̛̘̮̫̱̤͍̼͚̯̯̟̤͊ͤ̓ͪ͝ř̶̛͖̦̩̤͙̰̟̟̯̩̝̙͚̳͇ͬ̀ŕ̴̹̱͔̪̳̩̯͍̗̪̼͙͍͈̫̻͇̦̥ͧ͂ͭ̇͗ͩ̓̌̽͘i̦̙̱͙̞̥̫͑͋̉̾͢͡v̵̈̏̇̃̍ͯ͒̃ͣͥ͋̓ͬͤͬ̈̐͝͏̷̫̖̖̘̻͓͎́ͅeͧͨͤͩͥ͋ͭ͂ͨ̓̌҉̨͜͏̬͇̝̻ͅs̡̺̯̭̥̪͕̞̘͍͍̘̱̟̔̄ͣͯ̍̂͒̀́̂͡͝ͅ.ͦ͊͗̑ͧͮ҉͍̳̣̞̮̭̝̟̞̝̝̱̠̕
I̷͜N̸̨ ̸T̢̕H̴̡E̴̵͟ S̶̴H͝͡A̸D̵̴O҉̡W̡̧͡ ̨O̶͞F̡͡ ̶̢T̕H̸E̴̕ ͏̕D̨Ą̨̡Y҉
T̷͝H̶̷͘E̛ ̸͜H̨̨ÝB̸̵͞R͢I̶D̨͠ ̀DR҉̡A̢̢G̷̕O͘N҉F̕̕LY̸̨
̧͘͞P̶͞R̸҉I̶NC̵̢͟É͡ ͏̵͡Ǫ͏F͏ ͠T͏͘H̶̴E̷̵ ̡͘T̀Ẃ͠͠I̕L̶̕͢Í̸̢G͝͏H̷̡͢T͡ ̵͢A͏N͠D͏́ ̴T̷̀͜HE̡͞ ͘Ć̸R͞YST̵A̵͝L͜͠ ̶̧͟O̴F̢̕ ̶͝VOI̧D͘͢
̸̡SH̸A̴͠L͜L͜͠ ̕͢C͢͠O͟ME҉ ̡F̛͏̨O̡͡R̸TH̀͢ ̶T̷́Ó B̷R͠E҉̴A͏̷T̡͏H͟E͡ ̴NEW͏ ͢͡L͠IF̶̢E̴ ͢U҉N͘͟҉T҉̨O̴ T͜͠ḨE͘͝ ̸̧W̸̴OR̛Ļ̶D͠
̛̀͞A͘҉̸N͏D ̵͡T̵́H̴E̷҉̢ ̧G͏҉UA͡Ŗ͢D͜͞IA͘͠Ń̢͢S̷ ͞͝S̷̴͠H̴̀A͟L̨L ̴͟Ŗ̷I̴̶Ś̡É̴ ̷O̷Ǹ͡C̴̡E̛͝ ̧̛̕A͞G̷̡A͢I̢̡Ǹ
T͘O̵҉ ͘B̸͟͞RE͜AK̛͟ ̸͠Ţ͞HÉ̴ ͟͡B̷À̷̧L͜ĄNC͏Ę́͡ ̧͡BE͡͝T͢͏WE̸͢EN ̕̕SHA̛D҉̵͝ǪW͘͘ ̶̢ĄN̛͠D ͏̨͞L̶I҉F̡͡E̸͠
...The message is not fully decoded. There is still more that you do not understand yet.
"What is there to do now?"
Alex RamanShe stops right in front of you with a small smile on her face.
"What is there to do now indeed, Alex Raman? I have given you the tools to make your own future. You have been given control over the domain of Death, channeled through the power of one of Nature's harshest elements. I do believe you know already what you possess."She flicks one hand into the air, the fireflies dancing in a tornado around the two of you. The entire cavern is lit by a soft glow made by the fireflies.
"Find the truth, Alex. Face the other side of your world that you never knew about. The Shadow has finally manifested itself in your universe. It is your time to decide your own destiny. Take the truth about your world and decide your fate. It is the will of both mortals and gods."The fireflies engulf you, becoming denser and denser, blocking your vision.
"You need not wait longer. With your awakening, the clock of time has moved its first hand. Now, you are a Guardian of all humanity.
Go."The fireflies completely white your vision out. And then, nothingness.
You can feel the cold bite of winter on your back. The sting of light snow and water.
You are back in reality.
"You see, sir, this whole island currently feels a tad rudderless. Is there a time estimate on when proper order will be established and rebuilding will begin? And is the Empress still present on the island? If you are not privy to that information or do not wish to give it, I apologize preemptively for asking."
Eh AhThe leader of the group raises an eyebrow to your questions.
"I assure you that our Empress has established a foundation for the Theyin government on the island. I am not able to say when we will begin rebuilding; However, we are providing strong support for Atis citizens. All that the Theyin Empire asks of you is that you respect our presence on the island and to stay out of the way of our operations."He seems to have avoided talking about whether the Empress is actually on the island or not, though you suppose that it may just be for operational security.
As you are talking, you feel something like a quake vibrate the ground underneath you. It's nowhere near strong, but it is quite noticeable. The soldiers give a few short glances toward the southern part of the island, but otherwise pay not much attention to it.
"Any other questions, or may we continue on our way?" The group leader asks of you.
"As my last home was on a different land and being shelled when I left it, I'm going to say no, I lack a place to stay, miss."
She looks around, trying to think while humming.
"Oh, hmm... I'm sure we can find somewhere for you to stay for a bit. I mean, this hospital is free most of the time. You could stay in one of the rooms for now." She washes off the remaining salve from her hand in a large bowl of water and dries her hands with a white towel.
"Well, you'll be fine. Nothing really hampering you from functioning like a normal person, so you're good to go. You're free to go around the town as you want. Enjoy your stay."
Cromwell Jackson
After Lirian spoke, Jack gave his own set of questions,
"How did you two become friends? Deon and the Doc sounds nice."
He wondered where the--his, kitten was.
Lirian
"I'd like to ask on that one package, sir. Esthenis? Why would it be easily transported...in that kind of form when there's a clear warning of its danger? What is your field of work and study and why is it very close to the village if it requires...those kinds of components?"
Lirian & Cromwell JacksonCromwell checks his bag and looks for his kitten. Yep, still there, lightly sleeping inside of the bag. He thinks to ask the kitten later about the Tilun stuff later, but for now the kitten probably should get his sleep.
"How did you two become friends? Deon and the Doc sounds nice," Cromwell asks the Doctor. Dr. Kito pauses and chuckles lightly, Cromwell having brought up some old and nice memories.
Oh, that was some time ago. Well, Deon actually attempted to break into my house here in order to steal some food. He tells me that he did this under the control of two kids who bullied for quite some time. So yes, my daughter caught him in the act and our town's council decided to have him work for me for a month or so, as a disciplinary action. I became acquainted with him and he even wanted to work with me after his month was over, so he works as my courier between the town and my complex." He exhales while cleaning his glasses and continues talking.
"My daughter also keeps him company sometimes. He may not seem like it, but he's an outsider - doesn't have any friends other than the two of us. He's an orphan too, has no family to speak of.""I'd like to ask on that one package, sir. Esthenis? Why would it be easily transported...in that kind of form when there's a clear warning of its danger? What is your field of work and study and why is it very close to the village if it requires...those kinds of components?"He frowns while examining the odd container. Sighing, he begins to answer your question.
"I'm sorry, this is not normally supposed to be around in plain sight. I had Deon send it to our medical doctor's living house for some examination and peer confirmation, and then had him bring it back to me one she was done. I labeled and stored this at my lab, further back in the complex. Esthenis... well, it's an ancient drug that has highly addictive qualities. I won't go into much detail about it but, at a time, it played a hand in causing one of the largest wars and a near-genocide some hundred years ago. We eradicated it in the wild about seventy years ago, but this sample was retrieved from an unconscious wanderer near the shore."He puts the box between his arm and his body, putting his glasses farther up his nose.
"Erm, I'm sorry for this, but you don't appear to come from this area. Might you know where that fellow in the wild gathered this sample of Esthenis from? It might help me in my work here. Speaking of that, I do officially work as a botanist, but I serve a multitude of purposes for the internal security network of Jaunatne. Most of the time it's mundane business, but I do believe that I have a duty to fulfill here."
I'm... Uh, I'm Cecil, He says, blinking rapidly, Perith? I'm from uh, Atis, and we were attacked by someone. And I'd just like to rest. How long has it been?
He shuffles around to your side, taking a look at your back. For you, it hurts strongly to sit up, even just a bit.
"Ah, hello Cecil. You were unconscious for about two days and a half. You do indeed seem to be hurting, but it shouldn't be anything permanent. We'll get you treated while you are here. Do you have any other questions for me at this time? I know that you might be a little disoriented, so allow me to help in any way."You can hear some voices in the back of your head, slowly fading away. That's right, you remember, that Theyin girl talked to you for a little bit and then everything went black. Your vision seems to be a little blurry right now, but you can hear the doctor just fine. Your thought processes seem to be scrambled a little bit, but you should be fine soon.
Author's Note: No comment, really. Dialogue dialogue dialogue, and that's good! Also, major event with Rune. You're finally getting included in the main story, yaaaaaaay!
Good day/night to you all,
Artemis.
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