Jigano was an eager audience, drinking in the tale with curious eyes that shone in spite of the blight-taint, and clearly holding back his many questions to let Caiside tell the story at his own pace. A silver brow rose at the mention of the animals avoiding them in the woods, sensing trouble by the way Caiside emphasized it, but holding back any judgment. Why would the other man have any reason to think the ease of the their travel was a bad omen? Ah, but then the way people had been waiting for Reithdur was a little too convenient, and the bard's expression turned solemn with concern. "But why had the King abandoned him and sent him so far from home? Or had he been kidnapped as a baby? But... to what purpose?" he coaxed, knowing that Caiside would get to the answers in time, but still eager for answers to the riddles that had been presented in the tale.
Then it was his turn, and he grinned wryly as Caiside's laughter called out the irony of his words, as they stood on the soil of another world entirely, having survived attacks by vampire gourds and things far stranger. "No... and yes," he replied with an enigmatic smile, leaving it mysterious for a few beats before he relented with a chuckle. "The ship I spoke of had been chased across the sea of stars by a distant enemy of worlds, a darkness so vast... well, no one world could fight it. The ship was called the Divinity, and it was the most advanced creation of a species whose technology was much like magic to my world. The Enemy - the Dominion of the Black - wanted that ship badly, for it could create portals between two points in space, portals that were miles wide, big enough for this worldship to pass through, and to bring a packtrain of smaller ships with it. The Dominion attacked it, but the Divinity fled, plunging into an unstable portal that flung it across unknown distances to the skies above my world. With its systems failing from the attack, it crashed upon the shores of Golarion, mostly upon my country of Numeria, shattering in the skies as it did so and falling to earth in what was called "the Rain of Stars."" Jigano paused to gauge Caiside's reaction before finishing softly. "That was one thousand years ago, and the tribes of my nation did what they could to bury the wreckage, seeing it as proof of the gods' anger. But when I was a young man, I saw a light shining in the distance one night and went to investigate. A few others had been drawn to it as well, and we found a piece of that wreckage that had awoken after all those years. In it we found gloves... I'm not sure how else to describe them, but a fingerless hand-covering containing some of the technology of that long-distant ship's crew.
Their technology... and the memories of the ones who had worn them before us. A link to ancient souls that allowed us to see through their eyes, a window into the time just before the Dominion attack." His smile had faded at the recollection, and he took a steadying breath as he turned his attention back to the steel they were hammering for a moment to regain his poise.
Then it was his turn, and he grinned wryly as Caiside's laughter called out the irony of his words, as they stood on the soil of another world entirely, having survived attacks by vampire gourds and things far stranger. "No... and yes," he replied with an enigmatic smile, leaving it mysterious for a few beats before he relented with a chuckle. "The ship I spoke of had been chased across the sea of stars by a distant enemy of worlds, a darkness so vast... well, no one world could fight it. The ship was called the Divinity, and it was the most advanced creation of a species whose technology was much like magic to my world. The Enemy - the Dominion of the Black - wanted that ship badly, for it could create portals between two points in space, portals that were miles wide, big enough for this worldship to pass through, and to bring a packtrain of smaller ships with it. The Dominion attacked it, but the Divinity fled, plunging into an unstable portal that flung it across unknown distances to the skies above my world. With its systems failing from the attack, it crashed upon the shores of Golarion, mostly upon my country of Numeria, shattering in the skies as it did so and falling to earth in what was called "the Rain of Stars."" Jigano paused to gauge Caiside's reaction before finishing softly. "That was one thousand years ago, and the tribes of my nation did what they could to bury the wreckage, seeing it as proof of the gods' anger. But when I was a young man, I saw a light shining in the distance one night and went to investigate. A few others had been drawn to it as well, and we found a piece of that wreckage that had awoken after all those years. In it we found gloves... I'm not sure how else to describe them, but a fingerless hand-covering containing some of the technology of that long-distant ship's crew.
Their technology... and the memories of the ones who had worn them before us. A link to ancient souls that allowed us to see through their eyes, a window into the time just before the Dominion attack." His smile had faded at the recollection, and he took a steadying breath as he turned his attention back to the steel they were hammering for a moment to regain his poise.
