my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun continued hiking through the snow. The drifts grew increasingly deep as they climbed higher and higher into the mountain peaks, until it was almost knee-deep. ”Nate’s right. We didn't exactly get permission to set up this shrine. So let's find somewhere hidden. We can make it pretty, but it should be out of sight." His words were pitched just loud enough to be heard over the wind that howled in these peaks.
A light snow flurry kicked up, obscuring the view even further. Bastien and the potter would be entirely unsuccessful in spotting anywhere suitable. Nate's seemingly sharp eyes, however, would spot a slight hint of darkness half-buried under the cover of snow. He brought it to the attention of his fellow Ascended, and they headed over. Clearing the snow would reveal a tunnel, hidden from view by some quirk of the snow and the stone and the shadows unless someone was looking for it.
Walking further in, they'd turn a corner so that it would take more than a casual glance to reveal an altar. Amun shrugged off his pack pack. Sliding one pickaxe into his prosthetic, he hefted the other in his left hand. "Alright. This seems good. Nate and I can get some stone to make the actual altar. Bastien, you work on decorations. I've got some supplies in my pack." With that, Amun handed Nate the second pickaxe.
Then Amun would go off to start mining some stone. He wanted to make chunks large enough that they could make a suitable platform or table or whatever they ended up being able to do with the resources at hand.
No post order!
A light snow flurry kicked up, obscuring the view even further. Bastien and the potter would be entirely unsuccessful in spotting anywhere suitable. Nate's seemingly sharp eyes, however, would spot a slight hint of darkness half-buried under the cover of snow. He brought it to the attention of his fellow Ascended, and they headed over. Clearing the snow would reveal a tunnel, hidden from view by some quirk of the snow and the stone and the shadows unless someone was looking for it.
Walking further in, they'd turn a corner so that it would take more than a casual glance to reveal an altar. Amun shrugged off his pack pack. Sliding one pickaxe into his prosthetic, he hefted the other in his left hand. "Alright. This seems good. Nate and I can get some stone to make the actual altar. Bastien, you work on decorations. I've got some supplies in my pack." With that, Amun handed Nate the second pickaxe.
Then Amun would go off to start mining some stone. He wanted to make chunks large enough that they could make a suitable platform or table or whatever they ended up being able to do with the resources at hand.
No post order!
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
