the Voice
"Not yet, my bright one. Be patient, just for a few moments longer."
The Voice directed her instruction to108, who reached so longingly for the centre of everything. The much brighter illusion of the girl strung up before them stepped out from her as if she was contained within (and perhaps she was). Directing her static gaze around at the gathered crowd, Naturals and Outlanders both, but letting her eyes linger in particular upon her Ascended, the Voice nodded. And she bowed, truly respectful, truly grateful.
"Here you stand at last, at the top of your world. At the gate to your liberation. You who have done what no one else could. You have our sincerest thanks." With a serene smile, she spread her hands, seemingly oblivious to the shell of her physical form behind her.
"To appear before you all truly, at last, is an honour," she continued - and she did seem somehow more within this space, as though whatever sliver of power she projected out of the Spire was nothing compared to what was contained within.
"We are sure you have questions. We will do what we can to explain - starting with all of you." She raised her eyes to the Outlanders. "You are the result of our cries for help. We have been trapped here for so long, but still we retained a sense of self. And as time passed and nobody came, we gathered our will, the remnants of our power... and we threw it out, out into the cosmos. Searching for those who might be powerful enough to free us. Searching for you."
And here they all were. But that was not to say that the Naturals had not tried, and the Voice directed her next point to them. "Your Old Gods would see you caged here with us, through no fault or asking of your own. They grew envious of our changes, of our improvements. And so they trapped us here, caring not who they imprisoned along the way. The world out there is thriving - ask any of my bright ones. You have been denied it for too long."
Stepping aside, the Voice revealed the Core once more, that bright and pulsing sphere in the chest of a goddess. "This is the last piece of our prison. Remove it, and free us all," she murmured. "However, a word of caution... even I do not know what will happen to the one who makes that choice. Death, ascension, imprisonment... I cannot say."
Only the person who chooses to remove the Core may reply.
Decide amongst yourselves who will brave the unknown (or death) and liberate the Spire.
You have 24 hours.
The Voice directed her instruction to
"Here you stand at last, at the top of your world. At the gate to your liberation. You who have done what no one else could. You have our sincerest thanks." With a serene smile, she spread her hands, seemingly oblivious to the shell of her physical form behind her.
"To appear before you all truly, at last, is an honour," she continued - and she did seem somehow more within this space, as though whatever sliver of power she projected out of the Spire was nothing compared to what was contained within.
"We are sure you have questions. We will do what we can to explain - starting with all of you." She raised her eyes to the Outlanders. "You are the result of our cries for help. We have been trapped here for so long, but still we retained a sense of self. And as time passed and nobody came, we gathered our will, the remnants of our power... and we threw it out, out into the cosmos. Searching for those who might be powerful enough to free us. Searching for you."
And here they all were. But that was not to say that the Naturals had not tried, and the Voice directed her next point to them. "Your Old Gods would see you caged here with us, through no fault or asking of your own. They grew envious of our changes, of our improvements. And so they trapped us here, caring not who they imprisoned along the way. The world out there is thriving - ask any of my bright ones. You have been denied it for too long."
Stepping aside, the Voice revealed the Core once more, that bright and pulsing sphere in the chest of a goddess. "This is the last piece of our prison. Remove it, and free us all," she murmured. "However, a word of caution... even I do not know what will happen to the one who makes that choice. Death, ascension, imprisonment... I cannot say."
Only the person who chooses to remove the Core may reply.
Decide amongst yourselves who will brave the unknown (or death) and liberate the Spire.
You have 24 hours.
