The great monument is identified, named, known by those who reside here as The Spire, and I nod as I lock the information away with all the rest I have gathered. My arrival and ongoing survival in this realm has been an ongoing lesson in humility, in admitting that I was the new kid in class, uneducated, uninitiated, unlearned in all things that those who had been here long enough simply knew, and lived and thrived. He talks of the Voice, and I feel the weight of emotions that come with it - the history, the forlorn and anguished hints of emotion, of something tragic, something that changed things here, and not for the better (from what little information I could ascertain, anyway).
I had to wonder at what was left unspoken, what great tragedies had this Voice and her actions wrought upon the land, what disasters had she brought upon those she dragged here through what are now known as Portals - was she the one who directed the Portal I mistook for the aurora lights in the Antarctic sky to swallow me up, and deliver me here? Or was it this Safrin, as Deimos had mentioned before, who had brought me here and blessed me with the attuned gift?
More questions. More mysteries.
I followed the great canine's footsteps, mind awhirl with the questions, the wonder, the evidence of historic events laid out before me. I wanted to investigate, to see it, to walk in its halls and gleam what I could from it - but there was no rush, I was a patient man.
'How was she released?' Jigano had mentioned a blight she had caused, whether intentionally or by accident, and her disrespect for the natural order of things (however strange the natural order here was), caused me to wonder if her imprisonment was something the people of Caido should aim to implement once more. Without knowing more, however, I would never commit to such an idea - I had not yet (knowingly) met an Ascended being, nor any of the Gods, but it was curious that in the exchanges about the gods of this world that I have held so far, neither reflected positively on this so-called Voice.
I had to wonder at what was left unspoken, what great tragedies had this Voice and her actions wrought upon the land, what disasters had she brought upon those she dragged here through what are now known as Portals - was she the one who directed the Portal I mistook for the aurora lights in the Antarctic sky to swallow me up, and deliver me here? Or was it this Safrin, as Deimos had mentioned before, who had brought me here and blessed me with the attuned gift?
More questions. More mysteries.
I followed the great canine's footsteps, mind awhirl with the questions, the wonder, the evidence of historic events laid out before me. I wanted to investigate, to see it, to walk in its halls and gleam what I could from it - but there was no rush, I was a patient man.
'How was she released?' Jigano had mentioned a blight she had caused, whether intentionally or by accident, and her disrespect for the natural order of things (however strange the natural order here was), caused me to wonder if her imprisonment was something the people of Caido should aim to implement once more. Without knowing more, however, I would never commit to such an idea - I had not yet (knowingly) met an Ascended being, nor any of the Gods, but it was curious that in the exchanges about the gods of this world that I have held so far, neither reflected positively on this so-called Voice.
Chulane
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