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[attr="class","character-spring-1d"]If she was to make anything of herself, then she must gather influence. The only way to gain influence was to...well...actually do something rather than sitting on her royal duff in the most prestigious of libraries in Torensten. She found a quiet corner, mostly unused, where she could spread out old maps and archived news. Books piled nearby so she could learn of the regions, their resources, and the important families. It almost looked like when she spread out in the war room to talk over solutions with the advisors.
But it was this Kahiko Valley that caught her eye. There was a certain mystery and enigma to it that left her curiosity unsated. The myths surrounded an advanced civilization that may have even co-existed with the gods, perhaps even blessed to be the guardians of the planet. Their technology became mingled with magic, and it reminded her of the curiosities in a certain palace. But it seemed these people got too big for their britches and angered the gods by trying to be among them in the heavens. Did they also anger their patron god, Ramuh? Or did he stay behind in his wisdom until those that worshiped him passed?
What a delightful curiosity! And perhaps, unraveling the mystery could gain her some favor in the system here.
So, she made her preparations to go. She found what magical supplies she could muster - with the money she earned through her healing work - and stored them in a small sack. She arranged for a ferry to transport her. Upon arrival, she disembarked, side saddle, on her purchased white horse. It wasn’t of the best breeding, but it would do for her purposes. Though, she was sure she would be saddle sore after the uneven paths. Her outfit was of her usual golden dress, but with a riding skirt of less volume and more length. That way she could carry it over an arm and still ride with elegance. She wore her pearl rouge and angel earrings just to ensure a small amount of magical buffs from these items.
After spending hours traveling, she finally rode up to the tower itself. She found it absolutely breathtaking. The entire region had beautiful weather and an even more gorgeous ecosystem. But the tower itself... It was dizzying to look upon it, seeing as it extended well passed the clouds themselves. The craftsmanship was also impressive from the outside. She rode the horse as close as it would go, and gently dismounted. She gave it an apple from her hand and set it off to roam free near the stream. Her riding heels clicked along the stone path way, her skirt trailing behind her. The gate was before her now, promising magical wonder, technological advancement, and a mystery to be solved. All of the things that made her heart content.
If she had still been in Lindblum, she would have never been allowed near such a sight. The guards would have fussed over her safety. She would enjoy these moments while they lasted.
Post by Keimusho Onishi on May 2, 2021 19:01:45 GMT -6
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[attr="class","skullbody"] The World Sight. The last time Keimusho had stepped foot around here he met the man who many in his world called "The Warrior of Light". At least, it was a version of him. The version that was not dead. All the shinobi knew about this tower during his first visit was that it was apparently the final resting place of a Warrior of Light of this world. That curiosity was what caused both he and Alexander to meet. Both were there to pay respects to that hero. However, that was but only one legend about the place. Ever since then Mu would hear more legends of the place. The tower is said to be over one hundred stories tall. That reminded him of the sacred tower of the Ruby Sea: Heaven-on-High. Some describe it as a place built by a technologically advanced ancient people. That was quite reminiscent of the stories of the Allagan Empire. No matter the story, one thing remained the same. There were secrets here. [break][break] The World Sight quite the tower to look at it. It was easier for Mu to not be distracted by how magnificent it was as it was not his first time looking at it, but the same could not be said for Enma. When the two of them were first brought to Zephon, the floating oni was out of commission for whatever reason. That was no longer the case. Now the Anima could view the tower with his own aetherial eyes. "Whoa. This tower is huuge!" Enma exclaims. "It's quite the sight is it not? But don't forget why we're here." the shinobi responds. [break][break] Upon reaching the gates it seemed that they were not the only ones planning to explore The World Sight, this day. There stood a woman at the gate. "Greetings," the shinobi says. [break][break]
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And so mighty Emet-Selch strolled up to meet the two already present. Oh, he'd already taken a few shortcuts to get there, but he'd not let them see that. In his hand he held a simple revolver, yet wore all his regalia. His third eye was readily apparent as was the skunk stripe. Everyone else was dressed so much more practically than he, not that he really needed it. Most acted pragmatically in order to avoid meeting an unfortunate end, and when such a thing was of no concern to one, well, one didn't have to care. Besides, he had a gun. It could sell the appearance of someone who fought at range. Because he was not using his magic if he could avoid it. Goodness, no. That might take a modicrum of effort and he didn't really want to go through all that pain.
That and he didn't want to risk damaging the place.
No, this place was unique. It was fascinating. It reminded him of the Crystal Tower he had wrought back in the Source. What mysteries and wonders could it perpetuate, he wished to know. Could it be connected to this world, and how people came and left this world, much like Venat had? Could he use it? That was why when the notice went up, he was there, ready to actually look into it. Especially when he would supposedly not be going alone, but with three able bodied adventurers. So far two had arrived, a shinobi and a mage. Oh, he could feel the magic rolling off of her. While she was not the greatest mage he'd ever met, he knew instinctively that for many, she was not one to be trifled with.
He took a moment to look at Keimusho. Ah, an Au'ra. Judging from the outfit, armaments and all that, he was either from Doma or one of the myriad nations in time that held a similar cultural aesthetic. Perhaps he should have come as a different appearance, in hind sight. Should he have been Doman, would he have recognized Solus zos Galvus, Emperor of Garlemald and indirect subjugator of Doma? He couldn't quite remember who he'd sent for the actual job. Had it been the Black Wolf? Gaius had always been a useful pawn. A true believer in the empire and what many thought it was meant to represent. Talented in his own right, he'd have been hard to replace. Alas, so far as he knew, the man had died in Lahabrea's harebrained scheme to utilize Allagan technology to cause another calamity. It'd only been five years since the last one, perhaps a break had been warranted, Lahabrea. Years of work gone up in smoke, just like that.
The Lahabrea at the end was a far cry from the graceful and compassionate orator he once was.
"We're short one, no? I imagine they must have been held up." He shrugged. He wondered who the third person who'd be doing all the work for him was.
Post by Caius Dragelion on May 17, 2021 12:26:43 GMT -6
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While Caius wasn't exactly in this for "influence", he couldn't deny that the mysteries of Kahiko Valley, and the World Sight itself interested him. While he had good intentions for his work, Caius was still an adventurer at heart. He enjoyed the wide open fields, the surge of the sea, and the vast expanse that lay before him. And the reports about what lay in the valley could lead to something new entirely. He wasn't entirely sure what he would find, but it wasn't like Caius to miss out. He had been in this area before, but not in this sector of it. When he had been here last, he had been a much less weathered mercenary. Without any worldly experience or the Dragonblades at his back. But he was a different man now, with a different perspective. And now it was time to comb the World Sight once more with that same perspective.
A lot of the advanced civilization stuff went over his head, and it likely didn't matter much considering they were all dead by now. But he did know that Torensten were big history buffs. Perhaps if he found anything, he'd take it up with the museum there. They had a wonderful collection there, and it had been a place for him to settle down and be himself for a bit with Jessie. The least he could do was contribute if possible. Knowing from the bulletin board that three others had signed up for this, he decided not to have Vordun accompany him inside. Instead, the drake would drop him off before flying away. If Caius had need of him and could find a way for him to get inside the tower, he only needed to fire his flare and Vordun would come skyrocketing back. The drake in the meantime would likely go and snag some poor creature for dinner.
As he had expected, he was not alone. The other three had gathered just before him. One face that stood out was that of Mu, who Caius would gingerly wave to. There was a woman with a clear air of... Well, certainly an air. But he didn't recognize her face. He just hoped she could fight, as last he was here, this place was teeming with monsters. The other face meanwhile made him frown. Oh great. Him. The creepy disappearing guy.
"Surprised to see you here. I don't think there's any bodies worth snatching in this tower" Caius pointed out to Emet-Selch, as blunt as a hammer. "If that's all of us, shall we?"
Deep within the heart of Zephon’s subtropical paradise, a tower rises up over the morning mist, undeterred by matters of physics or probability. It can be seen throughout the region, and like a beacon, it has led many bands of explorers to its gates. The roads here are overgrown with vines and fallen leaves. The paths have been smoothed by the constant bursts of rain showers. The morning is cool and damp. A light wind bustles through the trees, carrying with it the light scent of floral perfume.
The path leading to the gates is littered with debris and lost belongings in varying states of aging. There are rusted lanterns, half-melted candles, and backpacks that have long been ripped apart by the local wildlife. Then there are the bodies. A full skeleton rests against the base of a tree, its skull hanging sideways and wreathed with wiry gray hair. The white glint of bones pepper the underbrush, sometimes broken, sometimes gnawed upon by some wild beast or another. Strewn across the path is a withered corpse, maybe six months dead, face down in the dirt and still grasping at some wound in its side.
The tower can be seen throughout the region, and like a beacon, it has led many bands of explorers to its gates. In all of that time, not one has successfully infiltrated the tower. Until now.
For the first time in recorded history, the gates to the World Sight tower have been opened. The entrance is like the opening of some vast and mysterious cavern. There is only darkness within and the smell of rusted metal.
While there were once sentries mounted to the tower walls, they are currently powered down. The way is clear. For now.
The light of the morning doesn’t penetrate far into this first entrance hall. Without a light of your own, you can only squint into the shadows. The room itself is shaped in a circle. Along the far end, a curving staircase levels out to a plateau, empty but for a circle of strange magical runes carved into the stone floor. At the center of the room is a flat-faced pedestal. As you approach, its smooth top glows with a deep blue light.
This light projects a series of holographic symbols hovering above the pedestal in front of you. They flash by in an unknowable sequence as the pedestal emits a strangely monotone voice that could be any gender or any age. It cycles through several unidentifiable languages, pausing between each as several circles blink on the pedestal display.
”Common speak. End of the second age. Is this your language?” The symbols on the pedestal morph into legible script. One circle says, “Yes.” The other says “Cancel.”
There is a moment to process before the voice continues. ”What is your inquiry?”
[attr="class","character-spring-1d"]Her admiration of the tower's architecture was broken by a voice. She turned to see a man dressed very distinctly. It was in a manner she was unfamiliar with, but what drew her curiosity was his horns. In her world, there were many different types of humanoid beings with different features. The only ones with horns she knew were those of the summoner tribes, like her now daughter. However, he did not exude the same magical talent as the summoners.
She clasped her hands in front of her. She courteously inclined her hand, and before she could speak, it seemed others were joining them. She had no idea that there were groups forming to enter, but she would not decline what assistance was offered.
Her eyes turned to take in the regalia of the other man. His own aura of magic felt bizarre and his weapon even more odd. But more importantly, he dressed as a man of stature. She could not help wondering what station he held or, perhaps like her, once held. Though, his tone was less formal and more casual. Had he grown used to the world of the common folk as her god daughter had?
Just as he spoke, it seemed their fourth just arrived. It seemed the blond fighter wore his feelings clearly on his sleeve. He knew the horned one in a friendly greeting. It was clear he was unsure about her and he obviously had some kind of distrust of the dark haired man. Well, this would not go well for their survival if the party was already making side-eyes at each other.
She finally opened her arms slightly in greeting, then brought her hands together again. “We shall.” She responded to Caius’s statement. She lowered her chin and eyes in a gentle greeting. “For a Lady to be in the company of gentlemen, I believe it is wise for introductions.” It would not do for her to go with strangers, without at least learning their names. They invited her to join them, so all that was left was a proper introduction. “Lady Hildagarde Fabool, ‘tis a pleasure to make your acquaintances.” She touched a hand to her chest and gently extended it to them for their names. “If I may inquire your names, gentle sirs?”
She turned her blue hazel eyes to look at the bleach skeletons strewn achingly over the path. A macabre thing to see. Good thing her previous captor had taught her to steal her stomach to such things. However, her heart ached to know that they passed in such a tormented way. “It is wise to cast aside biases until our venture is complete. Lest we have the same withered fate as the other guests. Our trials have already begun.”
Post by Keimusho Onishi on May 25, 2021 20:48:42 GMT -6
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[attr="class","skullbody"]The shinobi turned to the sounds of a new voice. The first feature he noticed about this individual was the third eye in the middle of his forehead. He was a Garlean. Though that was not all. The Au Ra couldn't help but think that there was something awfully familiar about this man. [break][break] "Wait a second... I recognize you," the shinobi says to the Garlean. It was clear now. He was the founder of the Garlean Empire. The one who led that nation to hegemonize his nation, The Kingdom of Doma, "Solus zos Galvus!" At this point the shinobi has a hand on his blade, prepared to draw it at a moments notice. Though he appeared to be considerably younger than he was when Solus passed away. Mu did not think this was out of the question. He had met Alexander who seemed to not only come from a time later from his own, but one that was entirely different simply due to the fact he was alive in his time and was not in Keimusho's time. Did this mean that this version of Solus was from the past? [break][break] Soon after the Garlean arrived so to would another familiar face, albeit one that he felt more inclined to seeing: Caius. Despite the presence of his friend, he gaze was still set on Emet-Selch. Enma's jaw was practically on the floor he had never seen Mu be so vexed before nor did he recognize this Solus name. Mu neglected to inform the oni of much surrounding the subjugation of Doma. It was not entirely necessary at the time considering that they were in Ala Mhigo prior to being sent here and even less so now due to being in a different world. "Surprised to see you here. I don't think there's any bodies worth snatching in this tower," Caius would say to the Garlean. This comment would catch the Au Ra's attention. "Snatching... bodies? Pray tell what do you mean?" [break][break] The woman would then ask them all for their names. Enma would respond in an attempt to distract from the tension in the air. "I am Enma and this is Mu."
BATHED BLACK IN SILENCE, OUR SURRENDER A SOMBRE REVERIE
Emet-Selch stared at Dragelion with a wry smirk as the man felt the need to make some sort of quip. One of those types, eh? "Oh, I wouldn't say that just yet. One wrong step, and there may yet be one young, strong body. Not for no reason that many have met their end here, no?" After all, this place could be dangerous. There was a chance that none--well, none but him anyway, would be going home this day. Things changed a little bit when the death of the flesh was an absolute non issue. His immortality was that of the soul, he was no regenerator, but far more transcendent. Ah, but that soliloquy would be delayed as his attention was grabbed by Keimusho, who had clearly recognized him, and well, he was running wild with that recognition. Was the jig up in some ways? Oh dear.
Ah, the Au'ra was Doman. The fury coming from the man made that obvious enough. Emet-Selch made a soft snorting sound as he shrugged lightly. Well, at least he didn't need to introduce himself. Not to the people here. Just his luck, eh? Along with someone who recognized him, there was that one fellow, Caius Dragelion. Oh, he'd heard of him. The man was making quite the name for himself in this world, and Emet-Selch knew all too well what path those types of people would walk, given the chance. At the very least, the noblewoman would make for decent company. She didn't seem to come already predetermined to detest him, and she seemed cultured enough. Still, he would respond to the shinobi. "Yes, yes. 'Tis I, Solus zos Galvus, founder of Garlemald." He rolled his eyes before answering Mu's question before Caius. "As for what our dear friend Dragelion means, during that mystery of de Lune, I absconded with his body and tried to revive the man. To no avail, I might add."
Well, okay, that wasn't the entire story. But yes, he did in fact try to revive the man. That part was actually completely true. It's just he was also responsible for more shenanigans regarding that entire night. "But it was best that I said nothing on that front at the time. To say I could do it and then fail would have accomplished nothing save to raise the butler's spirit and then dash it completely. A tad cruel, don't you think?" Granted, that wasn't his thought process at the time, but he felt that if nothing else, raising the poor man's hopes would have been awful. Fandaniel may have enjoyed such wanton cruelty, but Emet-Selch did not. Even then, Fandaniel's crystal had been irreparably damaged. There was only so much that could be done to any shard raised up.
But the disdain and indifference gave way to a wry smirk, as his eyes trailed to Caius. "Though I suppose I should behave. Aside from being flanked by two up-and-coming Warriors of Light, well, 'twould not do for our group to splinter before it's even formed. Especially when the Lady has business to conduct." If those two became a problem, he would deal with them. But for now, he gave a courteous bow to Lady Hilda. He'd at least keep some measure of decorum as the group entered into the tower. It was majestic, a sight worthy of song, no doubt. Were that his eyes able to meet such wonders with the wonder it deserved. His introduction was finished, and with them inside, he was able to focus his attention on the machine.
"Allow me, my Lady." He remarked, pressing the yes. Was the inquiry to be entered vocally? Worth a shot. He thought for a moment and then entered his inquiry. "If you could please show us to the Ocular, that would be appreciated. Thank you." He doubted this would be identical or even greatly similar to the Crystal Tower he had wrought, but he had hoped there'd be enough similarities that he could reasonably navigate the place. And for that, well, the Ocular was an important area of the tower.
Post by Caius Dragelion on Jun 12, 2021 21:22:38 GMT -6
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Well, things had escalated quickly, hadn't they? Emet "explained" the situation, and Caius just stared at him with brows half-lidded, almost dumbfounded by what he was hearing. "And you're going to tell me you stole his crystal for the revival. Then when it didn't work, you just disappeared. Vamoose. Didn't come back. With the crystal. That you stole. Along with the body" came the deadpan remark. It appeared Mu knew this man, and it didn't sound good. Even more reason to be suspicious, really.
Emet claimed he would behave, but Caius just rolled his eyes as he looked to Mu. "If he raises a hand against us, I'll kill him. Simple" came the reassurement to Mu that Caius had no intentions of taking any problems from their new friend. He didn't even care that Emet could hear him. It was better he knew that Caius wouldn't hesitate. Perhaps then he really would behave. Probably not. But Caius had no intentions of having another Kuja incident.
With that, he supposed introductions were necessary. He gave a respectful half-bow of his head to the Lady Hilda. "Caius" he greeted curtly. With that, they were off. A machine stopped them. Caius didn't really understand any of it, but Emet apparently did. He remained silent, watching with interest.
The tower is indifferent as introductions are made. The air is heavy with the morning’s rain, and a slight breeze rustles the surrounding leaves. Inside of the tower, that breeze can only reach so far. The air here is dead and old. A relic of an ancient time and a long lost people.
There is a moment of silence after Emet speaks before it answers, ”The term ’ocular’ is undefined. Please select another language or try again.”
