*sigh*, those kind of routine identifying questions are exactly what I had prepared for.
Aylia went to the machinists on her own to try to find and stop the source of the problem - entirely true, in fact she was disregarding orders when she did so, her orders at the time were to capture a machine, she did something completely different on her own initiative.
Aylia is aligned with -insert Omega's nation name here- and the Queen, she supposes - which, again, is completely true, being a member of Omega. however she would say it with some uncertainty, implying that she is less strongly aligned than she actually is. probably just a citizen.
logical follow-up question: why go on her own
Aylia went on her own because she wanted the attacks to end, and figured if nobody went to the source of the problem then the problem wouldn't get solved. - full and complete truth, no evasion in any way necessary.
retcon?
((seriously, I (Lenglon) actually have a good deal of practice using literal truths to deceive. It was a kind of game when I was growing up.))
In case of no retcon: Omega is attempting to maintain peace in the region, and both wants to make sure the machine attacks end and that fighting doesnt break out between the machinists and others in the region, including him. If he inquires further, I'll direct him up my chain of command.
So, your retcon wants to avoid identifying Omega Legion specifically, substituting the Queen and the Realm instead. Again, sorry for not pm'ing a convo to clarify that business. I have no issue with the retcon. The baron, upon hearing that you are under the Queen, becomes more interested, both in you as agent (I know, you are trying to give the impression that you are a random citizen. I mean agent as in person doing the acting), and in your actions and news regarding the mechanists. With the Eye there, floating ominously, the baron considers you to have some connection with the mechanists, or that you are definitely more than a simple civilian. He seems to give some value to your words about wanting hte attacks to end, and going to the source, muttering an odd sort of phrase that you are unfamiliar with. it sounded like agreement though. He does ask for some token of identity or authority - more than simply a verbal claim. You consider this. What do you have that could demonstrate your allegiance to Her Majesty? You look to the Eye thoughtfully.
Welp time to just go ahead with the plan. Let's throw rocks at it
you chuck a few rocks at the thing, making loud clanging sounds as the rocks bounce off it's metal shell. it begins to turn your way ominously - the fire arm flaring dramatically, light glinting off brass, steel and glass.
three of the soldiers with you stand their ground in the line, ready for the attack. One fool rushes forward, hammering on the machine with the hilt of his sword. He manages to bend one of the grasping arms to an awkward angle.
The other six 'soldiers' turn and run, one of them dropping his weapons as he goes. Useless cowards.
Somebody hurt themselves already so I can feel useful, dammit
Well, one of the soldiers runs forward and batters the machine with his sword, damaging one of the thing's mechanical arms. the arm in question begins moving in sweeping, flopping motions, and the guy fails a dodge roll, getting a good solid whack upside the head for his trouble. he goes down to a knee. He is kinda directly in the path of the turning machine too. Once it finishes it's rotation, he could get trodden on if he can't get out of the way. You cast your sense magic at him, to attempt to help, but his mind is in shock from the hit, so the spell fails to find purchase.
Well, I haven't given up on my attack and I'll still try to spontaneous drown the machine, giving it my best.
a port on the side of the machine opens, and a wave of your water drains out. How frustrating.
Dar'yajira respectfully bows his head while staring at the runes. He focuses on that strange sensation at the edge of his mind, as well as the memory of his Master--especially their scent and appearance. Quietly, he says "Where is this one's Master?"
The presence reaches into Dar's memories of his Master - images flickering madly through Dar's mind, bringing a wave of nostalgia and longing with it. hte presence offers a glimpse of something vast, far beyond Dar's ability to comprehend - a plan, or a rhythm, or a flow i, in which many, many threads or pieces or streams mingle and mix, bringing about something ... something beyond description. Something wonderful. And there, clear as glass, bright as Day, is Dar's thread, and his Master's, each wonderful in their own right, complex and simple, and far more than first sniffs would show.
The map flickers. the 'durnvale' teat the priest referred to as Burning Vale glows bright red, and numerous other spots, smaller pinpricks to the Burning Vale's glowing dot, glow red as well, spreading out from the Vale, reaching as far as the coast where you guys landed from the island. And then the map blinks out, the gem filling with a soft red glow, and tugging at dar's mind, pulling him outside, gently, with no force, but with a clarity of purpose. Dar and the priests walk outside and hte gem lifts to point toward the west. "Back the way you came?" The younger priest asks ... but the gem rises above the treeline and point's to the sky. there, several paws above the horizon, sits one of the moons of this world. "Partha?" The priest asks, eyes wide. the gem dulls and settles again to Dar's chest.
Noir...goes silent looking like she's remembering something before she opens her mouth.
"Mother wore white robes with black lines on the sides she had a small gem on the neck part of it....It was a kinda faintly glowing yellow and blue swirling color....her hair is relatively like mine but it's cut shorter.....she never mentioned much about her religion I don't think dad wanted her to.I also inherited my holy powers from mom if that helps."
"Hmm. that seems to narrow it down to either the Dionic pantheon, the Vellan faith, or one of the cults of Sanvanndessa, then. Those are the most populous faiths in which a healing magic is typical of a priestess. the blue and yellow robe suggests the Vellan faith. the Dionic Pantheon is fairly typical, with the gods ranging from powerful and benevolent, to weak and mischievous, to dark and brooding, wicked, kind, or insane. A couple of the Elder gods and goddesses might grant that kind of magic, but it seems unlikely that the priestess would retain that strength, wee she to wed some backwoods devil serpent. The cults ... they aren't typically powerful enough to produce what you describe of concerning your mother. the Vallan faith ... It's a pretty mystical faith, and has a strong tradition of service to the people, self sacrifice, and healing. that's probably your best bet as to which faith is hers."
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