Kolos
Shaman
Posts: 23
Affiliation: Laus
Affinity: Dark
OoC Alias: Rev
|
Post by Kolos on Jun 2, 2017 17:59:35 GMT -6
Kolos wouldn't lie if asked on whether he thought lethal magic spreading could be interesting. Honestly, he would wish to see the effects of it, and in this case, see how far, if at all, this rogue plague magic could go. Though on the other hand, he is still a human being. It wouldn't necessarily be in his best interests to allow everyone around him pass away, especially if he himself could become a victim of it. Either way, there was sciencing to be done, and sciencing is what the duo shall do.
Kolos nodded his head. "I concur. It is better to be safe than sorry after all." The idea of this mysterious orb being used as a ball was an amusing thought to Kolos, especially upon wondering what would happen when the oncoming orb slammed into someone's face. No matter though. Though Kolos might be amused, he didn't know whether Althea would, or not, and honestly he would rather not find out.
Kolos thought upon the words Althea offered. Hearing about how exactly the ancient bioweapon worked in action could help them with there cause, yet at the same time it wasn't as though they were goign to take any chances with a time limit. For all he knew, they could already be to late and the orb somehow became a sentient being, or what not. The probability of that wasn't necessarily high, though it was still in the realm of possibility. "Let us safe the questionnaires for later. No reason for us to dawdle for long. I also don't need anything aside from what I have, so with that, let us be off." With his words said aloud and lingering in the air, a smirk appeared on Kolos' face. He raised his irght index finger in the direction in which they were told and began his stride.
|
|
|
Post by Althea on Jun 2, 2017 19:30:54 GMT -6
Shoot first and ask questions later, eh? Didn't bother her much, Althea had clearly stated that she would abide by Kolos's decision in this regard and she intended to stand by that decision, so it wasn't like she was going to argue the point. But it was an interesting datum to be filed away for future reference in case it became relevant again. While it was possible that they might have gleaned some useful information from interrogatin-er, 'interviewing' the victims and families thereof, it was also possible that it would have merely wasted the time of all involved and allowed the orb to work its wicked ways further. So dealing with it now made as much sense as preparing further.
"...You travel light as well, mm?" Althea allowed herself a slight smile if nothing else, adjusting the strap of her own small pack around her shoulder. Especially for more mobile researchers it seemed to be common - there was so very much to do in modern Elibe and little time to organize expeditions and carriages that one learned to either stay mobile or dedicate themselves entirely to the sedentary. "I have no complaints then. Let us be off, Kolos, to knowledge... or death. Both will come for us eventually. But for today let us hope that it is the former." About as close as she got to actually being funny, which wasn't saying much, but she had no issue with following him as the other mage moved towards their destination... a journey that would take some time.
A thought struck her as they left the village though, one that deserved a degree of thought rather than simply being ignored for a variety of reasons. Not least of which was the simple fact that if her luck held true, there would be at least 20 cyclops and probably the god of death waiting for them at their destination. "In the meantime. If I may pry. How adept are you at combat if at all? It is possible that this magic may have drawn unsavory types, human or otherwise, and that we may need to defend ourselves."
|
|
Kolos
Shaman
Posts: 23
Affiliation: Laus
Affinity: Dark
OoC Alias: Rev
|
Post by Kolos on Jun 2, 2017 20:32:23 GMT -6
After a tad bit of walking, Kolos lowered his arm. If he had held that any longer at such an angle, it would have began my to make his arm feel stiff just from the blood flow. The man thought back on his decision of just heading on further. he realized he really chose to leave because he was more anxious... Or intrigued might have been the better word... To go and find this artifact. Although in hindsight, maybe gleaning some more information might have been helpful, but it was too late to turn back now.
"Indeed I do." Sounded the shaman, a small hint of a chuckle left in his voice. "Honestly, carrying anything more than I need would be too much of a hassle. Not only would it just slow me down, but considering I go on field missions a lot for supplies, I need to have as much room as possible to hold materials. Can't go hauling a bunch of sacks with me all the time." He spoke in a rather whimsical manner, probably due his personal thoughts of how he also just doesn't like carrying around many heavy things with him.
"I would hope we'd be coming across knowledge as well... Although, maybe death wouldn't be a bad thing. At least we would have died doing something adventurous rather than in a boring way like in our sleep." Kolos quietly chuckled to himself, yet he was hoping Althea wouldn't punch him for that. Death wasn't something to make light of, but at the same time he just can't help himself from laughing in the face of danger.
The question hit Kolos' ears and he thought on it for a minute before responding. He was wondering on what truly counted as combat in his past. "Well... I would like to believe I am at least adept enough to be able to handle some situations. Do understand that for my research, I am the one who gathers most of my materials. Not from a market, or anything, at least not when it comes to monstrous specimen. Sometimes I have to slay a beast to gain what I need. When it comes to humans however... I can't say I have truly fought any because the need has never arisen. I have bee prepared to do so though, seeing as I live in an area known for mercenaries to be everywhere, and seeing as there are taverns, a drunk bumbling in the streets is nothing to be surprised by." Wow. He truly doesn't think highly of the visitors in these parts does he?
|
|
|
Post by Althea on Jun 3, 2017 1:05:25 GMT -6
Glad that Eris seemed to have faded out for the time being, Althea raised an eyebrow at Kolos's... well, he was either near suicidal or had a dark sense of humor, hard to tell which. It didn't bother her per se, just wasn't sure exactly how to react. Eh. Probably a joke, no need to get too fanny flustered about it. "I will entertain the possibility of death when my work is done. Until then, I intend to live forever. So far it seems to be working."
...But she really didn't want to die in the meantime, which was why she was pushing this whole 'unlimited power' concept so hard. For better or for worse, she would not be helpless again. Not if she could help it. Even if it meant becoming strong. Even if it meant killing in self defense. If necessary she would protect Kolos as best she could, but it'd be a lot nicer if he could handle himself as well. Both out of practicality on her end, let her focus on her work, and on his as well. Being able to protect yourself made field work a LOT easier. Thankfully though, it did seem that he had some experience with magical combat at least - his being denied from that Etrurian academy was not for lack of talent as well apparently. Simply monetary. Though she was less enthusiastic about his compunctions against other humans - but then it was likely simply a difference in beginnings.
Because for her, after all, that journey to strength was born on human corpses, the brigands who had attacked her at the Nabatan dig site where she met Circe. The pirates that had accosted her and Drei. Monsters were, ironically, a more recent development. "That's a good attitude to have" she settled for noting initially. "Being able to gather your own material makes study far easier. It has opened a great number of doors for me that were previously closed." No sarcasm or misdirection there, only the truth in her plain tones. "But there will come a time when men threaten your life, and you will need to be ready."
...Had she gone too far? Althea was uncertain, almost hesitant in wondering if she should try to allay that statement. It sounded a little condescending to her, but it hadn't been meant that way, just a statement of fact - with how many bandits infested the world of course it would be necessary to deal with them eventually. Bah.
|
|
Kolos
Shaman
Posts: 23
Affiliation: Laus
Affinity: Dark
OoC Alias: Rev
|
Post by Kolos on Jun 3, 2017 9:10:44 GMT -6
Well shoot, there she goes. Kolos had a feeling that Althea wouldn't take that joke as good as he was hoping for. At least, that is how he takes the current situation due to her response. However, something about it struck a chord with him. "Live forever?" The man in an incredulous tone. "I thought you were the one saying that death would come to the both of us some day. I for the life of me couldn't tell if you were joking about that, or not. Odds are you probably were, but hey, I don't know if you discovered the key to immortality, or something along those lines." As he said, he believed it to be sarcasm and a joke, but he personally knew better than to question magic users on their choice of words. Half the time he says something and they might quite literally have meant it. He just shook his head slightly, having the thought dissipate from his mind. "Surely you jest."
Kolos surely didn't want to die either. He made it this far in his life. He left his family behind him. He traveled the continent just to be turned down. Now he came to Laus. Laus was where his new life began. He didn't want all that he has worked for to be squandered by some mysterious orb ad his own ambitions. He has so much more research he needs to complete. he wants to show the world that he can be something. It has been his dream to leave an impact on this world before death do him part, and staying back in Thira mining up minerals and ore surely wasn't the way he was going to accomplish that. He can't lose this far in the game. He won't allow himself to lose. If that means there are going to be those who try to stop him... Then so be it. They can try to block his marked path in history all they like. Kolos will strike them down if the time comes. It will make no difference to him.
When Althea tried offering her words, it wasn't necessarily a grimace that appeared on Kolos' face. It wasn't that of happiness either. It was the look of a man who had hardened his skin and bones, with no true emotion on his face to indicate what he was thinking. "I haven't come this far just to die to some brigand, or bandit. Trust me when I say I don't care who it is. If they get in my way, then so be it. They brought on their own funeral, and made me their undertaker." His voice sounded almost hollow, what with his gruff tone and empty expression. He didn't mean to sound rude to what Althea just tried to offer as life lessons to know, but he still wanted to make the point clear to her.
That doesn't mean that Kolos was dumb enough to charge head first into any battle though. He may sound reckless, but the mind of a strategist is what he uses for his routes. He just picks and chooses his battles.
|
|
|
Post by Althea on Jun 4, 2017 0:02:51 GMT -6
"...I seem to have acquired some bad habits from unsavory acquaintances. Please do not take my forays into the realm of attempted humor too seriously."
Whaddaya mean, unsavory acquaintances?
Blithely ignoring the aggrieved voices in her head - she wasn't crazy, they were crazy - Althea pressed on, at least in terms of walking. At least until her brain turned back on a second later. "Though I do wonder what the effects of abusing Nosferatu might actually entail. Theoretically one could extend their lifespan to some degree with it, perhaps indefinitely, and the Elibe of today certainly has no shortage of scum and ne'er do wells to fuel that eternal undeath without even the slightest of moral quandaries. The only question, then, comes of what happens when one runs out of unsavory victims. Would it still be possible to accept a natural death, or would the thirst for life have grown so strong to take innocent victims as well if necessary...?"
Well, that had gotten dark fast. She didn't even know how to cast Nosferatu, just one of those pleasant little ah... forays into ethics, or more specifically how zany the adventures of a crazy dark magic user could get. Nosferatu or not though, Kolos certainly seemed to take the question of life quite seriously. Perhaps too seriously? Althea supposed she didn't really know if she could even question that. She certainly hadn't been worrying about survivors in that Lycian village when she gave herself to the Nether. She hadn't been thinking about how to spare the brigands that had attacked her in Nabata. She hadn't attempted diplomacy with the pirates on the route from Khan Yunis to Badon. "...Well, I am in no place of moral superiority to judge you," she stated simply with a small, wry laugh, her face porcelain in its lack of expression. "There is something to be said for humanity's endless desire for life... perhaps the very strength that allows us to forge through life to draw further breath each day."
"But, ah, if I do ever turn to brigandry and take up the axe, do go easy on me." She couldn't help but giggle a bit at that one, it was just too ridiculous to imagine herself toting a big axe, looking roided up and intimidating as though her brains had dripped down into her muscles.
|
|
Kolos
Shaman
Posts: 23
Affiliation: Laus
Affinity: Dark
OoC Alias: Rev
|
Post by Kolos on Jun 4, 2017 0:27:49 GMT -6
That first sentence alone made Kolos crack a wry smile. "Hehe, well do know that I am known to take things a tad too seriously. Here's to hoping that won't make for too many troubles." Saying he took things too literally might have been an understatement. Unless it was his own joke, he usually wasn't the best at determining its true meaning.
Kolos had wondered exactly how far they had walked at this point. Not that he was complaining, the stroll was so far rather enjoyable, and it was nice to at least have some human interactions everyone once in awhile that didn't make him want to bang his head into the wall. Either way, the conversation of ethics was now in the air, and he thought this could lead to some interesting dialogue. "I would be one to believe in what you said that the user would become almost addicted. If they truly kept feeding off the power of the degenerates for so long, it must have been a true miracle for someone to change their mind, even if it meant to resorting to feed off the innocent. We both know tales of good people having turned evil, so let us just be honest with ourselves. I wouldn't pass that rush of immortality to turn even the most kind and faithful person vile."
Kolos had a musing look on his face as he considered the possibility of even being immortal. "Though truly... Why would someone want to live forever? It makes no sense to me. They would continue on, never aging in time, while watching those they care about all pass away without them. Unless they willing accepted a natural death, or someone found a way to wretch the life out of them, there is no telling if they would ever pass into the afterlife, if you believe in such a thing existing. That, and also realize that you would eventually just become... Bored of life. You could learn everything there is to know, and what for? To sit there and twiddle your thumbs for all eternity? Because I don't think anyone who truly had that power would make any good use, no any real use at all, of it." Just the idea of wanting that for yourself boggled his mind. As much as he would like all the time in the world to learn and create new experiences for himself, Kolos knows there is a time for everyone's journey to end at some point.
Just imaging Althea dressed as a brigand while lugging around a huge axe is a rather amusing thought to Kolos. He cracked a small grin and a chuckle. "Well alright Ms. Killer, I'll lay the power of the Nether on light."
|
|
|
Post by Althea on Jun 15, 2017 3:11:15 GMT -6
"Well, it seemed to work pretty well for dragons, at least until it didn't." Althea grinned at the irony of the thought. "Though I suppose we don't really know what all they were truly like. They could supposedly live for hundreds or even thousands of years. How would that change someone's perspective? I would think that it would drive one way from empathizing with humanity, certainly, though I wonder if the newfound wisdom of a thousand years would counteract the addiction of life-stealing... and then there is the case of Athos, if the rumors of a few years back are indeed true and he truly does still live. At least from the stories I heard. He seemed relatively in possession of his faculties. IF it is real, and he does indeed still draw breath... how? I cannot imagine the master of Forblaze relying on draining bandits forever. If he found some other way, would it be a safer manner? Or is it simply the willpower of someone who has transcended humanity both physically and mentally?"
Ah, questions. A yellow brick road to insanity. It was hard enough to even find true confirmation that the legendary archsage HAD appeared during the Hargus war, mere rumors and unreliable eyewitness accounts at most. "I cannot say as that I would want to follow the path of Nosferatu-fueled immortality... but if there was another path, I do not think I would mind it. There is so much knowledge to be accumulated. Questions to answer. Even with all eternity before me I do not know if I could ever truly finish unraveling Elibe's secrets. Nabata alone has countless thousands of years of history. And we did not even know the Taguel existed until recently. How many more mysteries like that are left to find? We are stuck in a very small box, Kolos, with an even smaller view port. The mysteries of the earth and the stars are endless. And I, for one, would like to know all of them. ...Eventually."
|
|
Kolos
Shaman
Posts: 23
Affiliation: Laus
Affinity: Dark
OoC Alias: Rev
|
Post by Kolos on Jun 16, 2017 19:40:30 GMT -6
Oh yeah. Dragons. Kolos kind of forgot amount them, despite the amounts of things he has heard and read about the beings. The fact that there are beings out there that have such a huge and expansive lifespan is sometimes baffling to Kolos. He had to wonder though... What would it be like to meet a dragon today? He knew most people seemed to be rather against that idea, but he wouldn't mind talking with one. Although at the same time, odds are the dragon wouldn't want to be around him, considering the history of humans and dragons.
"Well I suppose you have a point. I guess nowadays we will never actually know. If there really are any dragons left, they most certainly wouldn't be on good terms with humanity. History shows we did kind destroy most of the entire known civilizations." The hooded man sounded slightly disappointed with that. Could anyone blame him though? It is sad to know that an entire race is either dead, or in hiding, though at the same time he is disheartened by knowing all the wisdom and intelligence they had to offer was now gone. "Agreed for the idea of lack of empathy. As for the idea of Arthos being still alive, I take any and all rumors of him with a grain of salt. There is no solid, or reliable that is, evidence of his existence still being around. If he was still around, I don't think any of us can really comprehend what he would be doing to still draw breath." Arthos was just a mystery in his entity. One that Kolos didn't have the time to unravel for now.
Asking such questions is a nice thing, but for something with that much depth to it in order to find an answer, Kolos would need to do research first. "There is so much knowledge to gather, yes, alongside the many questions. That is another reason why I wish not to have it. I know even if I had all the time in the world, I wouldn't be able to uncover everything. As much as it would be nice to know the answers and to find all what is left hidden from our eyes, the fact of the matter is that one person couldn't do it. It would require many, many people. People you would most likley form bonds with over time. One of the things that are certain in life, is death. If someone were to transcend that, then what of those they know? I am not one to truly be an emotional person as you might have gathered, but even I would feel grief over losing someone I enjoyed my time with. Personally it would make me question if it was truly worth it."
|
|
|
Post by Althea on Jun 21, 2017 14:08:22 GMT -6
"Perhaps." It was a bit of a noncommittal agreement, but then she didn't really agree with the sentiment in general anyways. That there was no absolute proof of Arcadia, Nan Madol, Tir na Nog, or countless other things didn't mean that they weren't at least worth investigating. The tales of the bandit war were many and the legends distorted, no doubt, but there had been enough claims of Athos that Althea suspected there was something to them. Either an imposter who had monstrously powerful fire magic or the legend himself, she didn't know. But that was why they did research, wasn't it? To separate the true and the false, to find out the reasons for why things happened the way they did.
Kolos had an interesting view on mortality as well, something else Althea did not know that she agreed with. Oh, she respected that he believed it, or at least thought he did, but she had to wonder if he would say the same on his deathbed if offered the chance at living one more year, or ten, or a thousand. She wasn't sure how she would answer either. There was a kernel of truth, or at least wisdom, to what he said. Losing those she built bonds with over time. She wouldn't want to lose all those she had met, certainly. But that could very well happen even without immortality. She hadn't heard from Circe in months. She assumed Bryn was fine, last she heard he was going back to his research, but who knew? And Althea did know a little something about losing those close to her as well.
So she wasn't sure that immortality really offered any new wrinkles to that. It wouldn't happen any more often, you'd just be alive long enough to see it happen more times at similar average rates. But the long term psychological effects... well, it was certainly possible that Kolos was correct. She felt that enough willpower would let one deal with it for a long time though. Maybe forever. But who knew? They certainly weren't going to get anywhere arguing about it.
...Besides, she was stuck with Eris forever apparently.
"Well, if I ever figure out how to become immortal, I'll let you know how quickly I snap. In the meantime, we ought focus on the task at hand," Althea noted with a hint of amusement in her tone. It would certainly be interesting to see how that particular debate went in fifty years, or a hundred. But for now they were still on the way to the target area. "How far are we from where the orb is supposed to be?"
|
|
Kolos
Shaman
Posts: 23
Affiliation: Laus
Affinity: Dark
OoC Alias: Rev
|
Post by Kolos on Jun 24, 2017 15:26:11 GMT -6
The idea in its entirety is something that did pique Kolos' interest. Arthos certainly is a subject Kolos truly is interested in, it is just he believes in hard fact more so than whimsical tales. Besides, the tales of history isn't Kolos main field of study. Maybe he will get there one day, but for now he wished to focus on one topic and work his way from there. Though who knows if the stories of the bandit wars will come into play in the research field once more?
With the small silence sitting between them, Kolos just decided to let the issue of mortality fade. In reality, he didn't want to get into a full heated debate right now. There are more pressing topics anyway. However, he did still think about his own death at times. He can't really say how he would act in the future as he is no fortune teller, but he likes to think he could accept death with grace. Sure, he would regret many things most likley, and he knows he probably wouldn't have finished all his studies, but he decided that it would be okay. He could leave his legacy to the power of time, and if someone picked it up again after his passing, then that is their choice. All he cares about is what he does with the time he has.
That comment Althea made though warranted a grin. "Good to know. If you need someone to snap you back to your senses, you know who to ask." As for her next question, Kolos thought about it. Surely they couldn't be too much farther. "Well, considering the average person can walk anywhere between a ten to eighteen minute mile depending on who they are, I don't think we could be that far." And speak of the devil, Kolos noticed some sort of larger opening in their path. "I have a feeling we might be upon it now."
|
|
|
Post by Althea on Sept 16, 2017 18:30:00 GMT -6
Well, Kolos certainly seemed to be quite excited about the idea of beating the stuffing out of her if she ever want crazy. She... supposed she was grateful for that. Maybe. Probably? A small part of Althea's mind helpfully supplied that maybe he was just really looking for an excuse to punch her. She hoped not. She was allergic to pain. And also fists. The dark mage smiled wryly, her lips a thin line but not entirely devoid of bemused humor, at his commentary and the thoughts it brought to mind. There was also a little humor in the idea of either of them being strictly average, or particularly studly specimens of humanity at that - no offense to either of them but Althea was quite aware that she wasn't exactly a muscle-bound master of melee and Kolos didn't really seem like the 'fitness maniac' type either.
Nonetheless it did seem that he was right, as the busy, inconsistently forested path opened more onto the plains and a stubby set of hills and smaller mountains sprawled out before them in the distance. The path continued onward into eternity, but what caught her attention even more than the impressive view was the mess of indistinct blobs and shapes jumbled together at the foot of one of the nearer hills, likely the mine entrance that had been mentioned to them, though it was difficult to make it out in any real detail from a distance. Well. She didn't SEE any huge armies of zombies and nothing was on fire, exploding, or emanating huge clouds of poisoned death. But that didn't mean they weren't likely to run into any problems.
"Well, at least we aren't in Thria," she stated with a hint of the sardonic seeping into her flat tone. The zombie hordes swallowing the embattled country would certainly make this job far, far harder. Good thing they were just in a mercenary-infested shithole instead! "And more walking. Lovely. Shall we?"
|
|
Kolos
Shaman
Posts: 23
Affiliation: Laus
Affinity: Dark
OoC Alias: Rev
|
Post by Kolos on Sept 16, 2017 19:14:53 GMT -6
The idea of punching Althea was certainly a humorous, yet very unwise course of action. Sure, it might help relieve some stress, but then again, he is dealing with one of the most renowned druids in modern day. It probably wouldn't be smart for him to try. Plus, she hasn't warranted any true reason to allow him to punch her, so there is that as well. Then again, Kolos doesn't know how much damage just one punch from him could do. In all honesty, he wasn't very bound with muscle compared to others he has seen, so in the long run he wouldn't provide much of a hit. Sure he did have some more muscle than one would expect due to his mining upbringing, but it wasn't anything significant as he didn't keep up with that once he left. This is why he sticks with dark magic, it is a much more suitable way of providing damage.
That all aside, it seemed that their short venture through the woods finally yielded results. By results, that being a very nice view of hills and mountains, which reminded him a lot of his childhood home. He fondly remembers his more younger days of running along the hillsides, going with the breeze. That along with his treks up the mountains and into the mines to search for ore. Those were not very enjoyable memories. Not they were bad per say, but they weren't very good either.
"Ah yes, Thria... What a place it was. I growing up there through my childhood. Nowadays it isn't what it once was from what I hear." The matter of more walking though didn't really bother him though, he has long since been used to it. "Yes, lets. I think I spot the mine entrance down there, so onward we go." And onward he went as he began to romp his way downward.
|
|
|
Post by Althea on Nov 13, 2017 6:05:38 GMT -6
(OOC: I'm REALLY sorry for the wait, dude. Spent pretty much all October getting cucked by real life as well as the start of November, and been struggling to break through my block in the last week. Doesn't excuse the obscene wait, but as an explanation of why at the least.)
------
He had grown up there, hmm? Althea thought he had mentioned being born in Laus, so a small part of her mind wondered what manner of events had transpired to transport the black-clad magician to grow up there instead. Nonetheless, it was not her wont to pry into the lives of others, ever willing to keep them at arm's length - away from emotion - away from her own vulnerabilities. And certainly well aways from her own backstory. Neither shame nor pragmatism, but the sort of milqetoast avoidance of problems that categorized that aspect of her reality.
That was all, unfortunately, more or less lost on the pale magus, whose attention was far more focused on the subject at hand, surveying the landscape for any obvious source of threat. Zombies, monsters, bandits, soldiers, mercenaries, creeping clouds of blackened death, apocalyptic magic, or particularly dangerous figments of her imagination. None seemed to be in evidence, though she was pretty sure that this amount of walking would do more damage to her body than any number of physical foes ever could.
Still, they approached the dig site without much further ado or, really, anything interesting whatsoever happening. Althea was secretly disappointed, but wise enough not to bring it up to her companion. She had long since learned that others did not exactly, ah, share her needlessly difficult disposition. Probably for the best. Actually, it was definitely for the best. That the hadn't run into trouble along the way, that was, because there was definitely a problem here.
While there were no obvious clouds of hanging death, it was as though the site itself had simply... ceased to exist. Browned grass lay limply, long dead, across the darkened ground, and a light stench as if of something long dead and yet still decomposing lay just out of sight. No beasts, no monsters, merely an impending sense of doom that stifled the air as though attempting to kill it, too. A scene that certainly gave some credence to the madcap claims of the villagers.
And beyond it all... in the distance, some thirty or forty feet away, near the run down entrance to mine, some manner of spherical object. Not a shiny globe, but a sickly hued orb of questionable purpose, mostly out of sight, partially obscured by a lumpen mass laying before it.
"Well, this is promising," Althea noted clinically with no hint of sarcasm in her tone, not particularly sure what all to make of the scene at first glance but not exactly blind to its potential implications. The villagers had been on to something, it seemed, even if they knew not what.
|
|