We actually thought we had posted this update a couple weeks ago...
Haha, college?
You set the package down on the kitchen table. Probably best to get those chores done, no sense in risking motherly wrath.
You leave the kitchen and enter the living room. It's a cozy place with a couple of couches, a coffee table, a fireplace
1 and a TV
2. There's a Wheel with muted colors to match the season above the fireplace, but no other decorations up yet. Your father's laptop charger is lying beside the couch and there are some magazines and a home gardening book on the coffee table. The stairs to the second floor are on the opposite side of the living room from the kitchen.
After climbing the stairs up to the second floor you carefully step around your mother's collection of Keftian nested dolls and grab the creatively named “attic opener” resting on a small table. Once you've cleared away a large enough space you reach up with the long metal rod and bring down the ladder.
The attic looks exactly as you'd expect it to: A dusty realm of brown and faded fabric. Old odd and ends from as far back as your great-great-grandparent's days are piled past head height; some sturdily stacked, others about ready to fall over.
You can see the boxes of holiday decorations on a shelf in one of the far corners of the accidental maze. When you finally reach the first box
3 you have to slide an old chest up to the shelf in order to reach it. Even with the chest you have to stand on your toes, so it comes as no surprise that you knock something else off along with it.
A small box falls down from the back of the shelf. You try to move to catch it, but you are too late. The box tumbles and crashes to the floor and the moment it makes impact you see the lock on it turn into dust. An acrid taste enters the back of your mouth as a book, about the size and thickness of one of your textbooks, falls out of the box.
You climb down from the chest and pick up the book to examine it. The pages inside are yellow and all the text is written in some language that you don't recognize. There are diagrams of some sort every now and then, a lot of circles, but you couldn't make sense of them to save your life.
What do you do with the book:
>Put it back in the box despite the lock being gone.
>Take it back down with you.
>Something else.
Aris:
Body: Healthy
Left Front Tooth
Mind: Well Rested
Hunger: Satiated
Inventory: Pen
It is Khaodie, Dex 27
th, 292 A.W.
A Wheel is a symbol of the Abraxic church that consists of a ring of the six primary colors twisted around a swirl of black and white similar to a taijitu without the dots. It is a common sight in most households.
A quick clarification: The Lore notes section is supposed to contain information that is common knowledge, but including it all at once would mean a gigantic wall of text that nobody would read/I am far too lazy to actually sit down and type out at one time. So instead we have a small spoiler at the end of the post that contains any bits of common knowledge that nobody will actually read either, but we can point to it while we laugh at you later after you insult the Fuehr-President-Pope
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