Rolling 1d3...
Result: [2]
Selecting new character...
New embodiment: Asiin Michael
Okay. Noted. I'll add it to my spreadsheet.
Might as well do some reading.
You read about a ritual to preserve dead flesh for transport. the details are tedious and uninteresting.
Find a gnome, introduce myself, and inquire about who made Pylon, and whether I can meet them. Continue the conversation with polite questions about the gnome caves and their inhabitants,
"He was probably manufactured in the City of Dresta, on the continent of Balaria. They have a thing for metallic electrical statuary. useful for border defense, lighting up the streets at night and zapping burglars, and to scare crows out of the fields."
"Oh, the caves here are not true gnome caves. Nothing here is really true to the place it resembles, you know. that is, as a construct, this place does not retain the essence of the original, but is a pale reflection thereof. We've made it as comfortable as we can, but nothing beats getting out of base for a time, to replenish one's spirit and soul."
"Oh, but this rain, awful as it is, has the feel of life in it"
"Yes, yes it does, but will it last?"
"Perhaps not. But something new may be happening."
"New is rarely a good thing for Omega. sure change is natural, and we must face what comes, but change is not always stable, now is it?"
"Well, of course not. Look at what happened when Mivakla changed the formula for evergrowth."
"Hah! We were cutting weeds for months. But Omega itself killed the vines eventually."
"But if Mivakla would ever discuss the changes, perhaps it could be useful still."
"You'd assume somebody would have solved the dehydration problem in advance if they settled in a place like this. You mean you didn't actually have water here beforehand?"
Inquire, and make conversation as I scoop.
"We have water. We have food, we have air and heat and cool. We have everything, but not enough. Never enough. ANd it's been like that for longer than anyone here remembers, except maybe the Captain, and the Stone Man. Oh perhaps a few other secretive inhabitants are old enough to remember. I don't know. they've never told me." She chuckles darkly at this. "We don't have
rain here. Ever. Why now?"