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Post by JourneyHorse on Aug 13, 2019 23:10:59 GMT -6
Mairon  | [ post #7 || word count: 343 ] |
The kirin blinked as his normal vision returned. Dimly he was aware that a concerned Acheron had been in the process of telling him not to touch the statue. "I think it's still alive… or something. Just dormant- it’s crystal is broken.” His mind was still a bit scattered as he processed what he’d seen and felt. He knew he no longer felt any fear of the huge canine statute. Still, his heart was pounding with the memory of the guardian's fear as it was overtaken. It had been alone, the sole defender of this place. It hadn’t stood a chance. It was different seeing the invasion through the eyes of a victim. Seeing the wyvern overhead bearing down and feeling terror instead of awe.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to stand alone.” Mairon said softly, knowing full well that no apology would ever excuse him or his kin from their actions. His eyes lingered on the crack in the kitsune’s crystal. It could be fixed he was certain of it, this at least could be made right. Perhaps through magic? But he knew little of that sort of thing. If he could find a scrap of soft metal, gold perhaps, he could melt it and fill in the crack. Would that work?
He trotted over to the greenhouse. Its pillars were encrusted with all sorts of gems but he doubted any of them would be able to replace the gem that powered the statute. He was tempted to call out to Nuriko but from what he could see through the panes in the greenhouse it looked like those inside were busy with their own discoveries. The kirin’s focus returned to the bejeweled pillars and it didn’t take him long to find and scrape off some gold with his single ruby antler. With this small amount of precious metal, he returned to the fallen statue and lit a small white-hot ball of flame. Odds where this wasn’t going to work but he couldn’t mess things up more than they already were… probably.
I been through the darkest of caves and suffering
One hundred steps off the end of the road
Painted with passion, my favorite color
Hope I'm alive when the story gets old |
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Post by buffyandbramble on Aug 16, 2019 12:05:56 GMT -6
Acuna's reply was unfortunately lost on Oriole, distracted as she was by the scrolls she had picked up. She was so distracted by the reel of memories that she didn't even manage to be indignant that she was being assaulted by knowledge from magical scrolls. It was a strange sensation, knowledge in her head that wasn't hers and that had just appeared there instantly at the simple unrolling of a scroll. She was used to the old fashioned method of having to read it first, this was.... overwhelming.
What was perhaps even more bizarre was that the knowledge faded away and that when she tried to focus on the specifics she was grasping at nothingness, like trying to remember a dream. Her hooves lifting off the table she stepped back, settling back onto all four limbs again as she stared at the scroll with a mixture of emotions. Disbelief, incomprehension, confusion. Curiosity... Sizeable chunks of the information had gone over her head (through her head?) and the technicalities weren't actually much of a concern, the concepts in themselves were enough to keep her interested.
Apprehensive too. Memory stones and mystic barriers? Great innovations lost to time and it was fantastic to recover the knowledge but as the awe (or shock, she wasn't quite sure which it was) started to lessen a little, she became wary. The cynic in her refused to believe that all of this would be fine and well and that nothing bad would come of this. Already she was concerned about how this knowledge would be used, or more specifically, abused. A frown settled on her features as she stared at the rolled up scroll. A lot could be done with a hidden base or city.
She shook herself, settling ruffled feathers and folding in her wings as she stowed some of her concerns. She'd share what was in the scrolls with the Arisen of course, but she was reluctant to share with the others immediately. It wasn't her call to say whether or not this was information that should be made more public. She gathered the scrolls up and after spying a sack nearby she emptied it of whatever its previous contents had been and placed the scrolls gently inside.
Turning her focus back to the here and now, she tuned into Acuna again. Had she said something about the guardian? Controlling the guardian even? Wouldn't that be something. Maybe it could even carry all of this back for them - there was certainly a lot to take back and personally, she didn't much fancy making more than one trip.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Aug 18, 2019 1:24:40 GMT -6
 Conner Outcast
Conner was oblivious to any visions the others received as soon as he saw the inside of the greenhouse. He moved over to the plants, after making sure Acheron wasn't about to just keel over and die. In facination he combed over all the brightly colored plants and fruit. He wondered what they tasted like, or how growing them might work. He wished at that moment that he had a knife on him so he could carefully collect plant samples and seeds, speaking of which, he wondered if any of these plants came from the seeds he'd been shown in that vision.
He moved over to the table, and immediately his eyes lit up at seeing the range of ancient tools collected on the table. Now these THESE were his jam, tools. He was an inventor, and back in the day, he always loved inventing things that made the lives of others easier. He would love to take these back with him to study, perhaps he could create more for those in vassal to use. He glanced over to where Acheron was.
"Acheron, may I borrow your saddle bags? I wish to take these tools back with us, I could possibly replicate them and make us more."
Post #7 Word Count: 208
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 18, 2019 3:33:32 GMT -6
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