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Transcript (Elpis)
Bold: Main voiced cutscene
Italics: Non-voiced quest dialogue
Small italics: Optional dialogue
Italics: Non-voiced quest dialogue
Small italics: Optional dialogue
Index;
• Hope Upon A Flower
• Petalouda Hunt
• In Search Of Hermes
• Ponder, Warrant, Cherish, Welcome
• Lives Apart
• Their Greatest Contribution
• Aether To Aether
• A Sentimental Gift
• Verdict And Execution
• Travelers At The Crossroads
• A Past, Not Yet Come To Pass
• Witness To The Spectacle
• Worthy Of His Back
• A Flower Upon Your Return
• Hunger In The Garden
• Words Without Sound
• Follow, Wander, Stumble, Listen
• Caging The Messenger (pre-dungeon)
• Caging The Messenger (post-dungeon)
• Thou Must Live, Die, And Know
Hope Upon A Flower
Propylaion Guide: Well well, how rare to receive you in person. To what do we owe the honour?
Hythlodaeus: Oh, just a few odd tasks. We'll be here a while.
Propylaion Guide: You're welcome to stay as long as you see fit, of course. As a matter of procedure, however, I must ask that you kindly remove your masks.
Emet-Selch: Come now, is this truly necessary? Surely you can tell who we are...
Hythlodaeus: Who you are, perhaps, but I am far less infamous. Regardless, if we do not follow protocol, 'tis our hosts who would be held accountable. So please, do favour us with your handsome face.
*Hythlodaeus and Emet-Selch remove their masks. Emet-Selch spots the WoL, but says nothing*
Emet-Selch: Satisfied?
Propylaion Guide: I thank you for your cooperation. You are free to go about your business.
*Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus walk to the door, but pause beside the WoL*
Hythlodaeus: By the by... you see it too, yes?
Emet-Selch: I haven't the foggiest what you're talking about.
Hythlodaeus: Hmm? That's odd. It's right here. A bit thin in the aether, but there's no mistaking it- the colour of its soul is almost identical to Azem's. Do you suppose she created it? Rather unusual for a familiar to have a soul, though...
Emet-Selch: Don't ask me. All I know is that it's trouble- doubly so if it's her spitting image. So let's leave it be. Come, now.
Hythlodaeus: It's trying to say something... but it's literally too intangible to form words. Why don't you give it some aether? Spare a snifter of your bounteous reserves.
Emet-Selch: Who do you take me for?
Hythlodaeus: Why, a dear friend, of course! One who wouldn't let acts of kindness- such as my accompanying him on errands to far-flung outposts- go unrewarded.
Emet-Selch: I suggest you close your eyes, or this may be... unpleasant.
--
Emet-Selch: You may open your eyes.
Hythlodaeus: Oh, you even adjusted its size.
Emet-Selch: The better to indulge your whim. This way it will be easier to communicate.
Hythlodaeus: How very thoughtful of you. And may I applaud your artful reinforcement. Without further ado, then... Greetings! I am Hythlodaeus, chief of the Bureau of the Architect. Sulking beside me is the most honourable Emet-Selch of the Convocation of Fourteen. And how might we address you, my new friend?
*WoL gives her name*
Hythlodaeus: A fine name. And I'm pleased to see you understand our words. So tell us, whence have you come? The thinness of your essence suggests you weren't created here...
- You do not know... or cannot say? Hmm. Allow me to ask a different question, then. What brings you here?
"I seek a man named Hermes."
Hythlodaeus: Well now, the same as us... perhaps Azem wished to come too, but had to settle for a familiar.
Emet-Selch: If she truly wished to be here, then she would be.
Hythlodaeus: Right you are. ...My apologies if we've given offence. The two of us can discern the colour of souls, you see, and yours happens to resemble that of a friend. And with your purpose matching our own besides, we jumped to a hasty conclusion. We are here to speak with Hermes, the chief overseer of this facility, which we also intend to tour in order to gain greater insight into the man's work. "We," I say, though this is Emet-Selch's charge. I am here only to serve as his guide. And I should be happy to serve as yours as well- by way of an apology for the misunderstanding.
Emet-Selch: Wait, are you suggesting that we bring it along on official business? This thing we know next to nothing about?
Hythlodaeus: If you harbour suspicions, better to keep it close than leave it to its own devices, wouldn't you agree? Besides, having a mysterious life form in tow is the norm rather than the exception here. Welcome, my friends, to the testing ground of creation at heaven's edge- Elpis!
Venat: This presence...
Meteion: Hermes! Visitors- we have visitors!
Emet-Selch: What secrets are you hiding, I wonder...
Hythlodaeus: This is hardly my first time here, but the scenery never fails to take my breath away. Why, it feels as if you could reach out and touch the heavens! Now then, to begin our guided tour... perhaps you already know these things, but for the sake of thoroughness, I shall start with the basics. Using concepts to give shape to aether, creation magicks allow us to bring forth anything we desire, be it inanimate objects or living beings. Anyone may conceive of concepts, but they must all undergo evaluation at the Bureau of the Architect. As part of that process, living beings and certain arcane entities may be sent here to Elpis for in-depth observation and study. Heh heh, a fascinating facility, isn't it? I daresay you will enjoy touring it with us.
Emet-Selch: Incase you didn't know, it's rude to stare. Stop.
Petalouda Hunt
Emet-Selch: No. Your whim, your responsibility. You're not getting another thimble of aether out of me.
Hythlodaeus: *Sigh* The way he scrimps sometimes, you'd think he wasn't a nigh-bottomless font of magic... Very well, I shall make the robe, but perhaps you can assist. Come, let us search for the requisite material.
Emet-Selch: No means no. Just be grateful I'm even willing to wait.
--
Hythlodaeus: Yes, these creatures should suffice. An aetheric rope. I want you to use it to capture, shall we say, two petaloudai. There are three species here, I believe. Any two different kinds should serve. Now, I should mention that the strength of the rope is tied- no pun intended- to the strength of its user. As your aether is still thin compared to ours, you'll need to weaken the petaloudai first. Good luck!
Hythlodaeus: Remember, it's a pair of petaloudai we require. Any two different kinds should serve.
--
Hythlodaeus: You've caught the petaloudai? Come, come, let us see. Yes, these fine fellows will do nicely. And now for a spot of reversion... There! It's ready!
Hythlodaeus: It's nothing fancy, but then we're trying not to stand out. Try it on for size.
"Won't someone be angry with us for using those creatures?"
Hythlodaeus: Oh, it's fine, there's no one around to tell us off. And besides, we can always make more petaloudai. They need only a tiny amount of aether. It may take some effort to get the form and composition right, but anyone familiar with the concept should be able to manage.
Emet-Selch: Well and good to disguise and educate it, but it won't fool anyone who can see worth a damn.
Hythlodaeus: Fair point, but at the very least it should spare you unwanted attention from casual observers. Emet-Selch speaks true. Even dressed like us, your unusual nature will be plain to those who think to look. Should someone question your presence, don't make up excuses, much less try to explain what you actually are. No, best to simply say that you're a familiar. The question is whose... Ah, of course- Azem's. If you say you belong to her, people will give you the benefit of the doubt for any and all outlandish behaviour.
Emet-Selch: Exploiting our associate's absence?
Hythlodaeus: For lack of her presence, absolutely. Were she here, she'd have been the first to propose the idea- and you know it. With that, your story is settled. Let us continue with our errand!
Emet-Selch: As dubious as it is, passing you off as Azem's familiar is probably the best approach. Should she take offence that others so readily believe her recklessness is to blame, she is welcome to mend her ways. ...Pass as a child in your original size? I think not. Augmented or no, your aether is still far too thin to be considered normal.
In Search Of Hermes
Emet-Selch: I was wondering what she was examining, but it seems to be the bush itself...
Hythlodaeus: Let's see if this observer knows Hermes' whereabouts.
Anagnorisis Observer: Yes? Can I help you?
Hythlodaeus: We wish to speak with Chief Hermes. Do you know where we might find him?
Anagnorisis Observer: Well, now... by your mask, I assume you are one of the Fourteen. I wasn't aware there was to be a visitation...
Hythlodaeus: Between you and us, it's something of a surprise. Your discretion in the matter would be appreciated.
Anagnorisis Observer: I see, I see. My lips are sealed! The chief should be out conducting observations as usual. His focus of late has been aquatic creatures, so I expect you will find him at one of the pools here.
Hythlodaeus: The pools, you say? Many thanks, and apologies for disrupting your work.
Emet-Selch: I say, Hythlodaeus... while I've never met Hermes, you know him well, do you not? That being the case, couldn't you simply find him by his aether?
Hythlodaeus: Aye, that I could... As you know, Emet-Selch and I can discern the colour of souls. By the same token, we can also see aether quite keenly, and from great distances. With this skill, I could readily locate Hermes, but I felt that it would be a waste of an opportunity. We're here to perform an assessment, after all. By searching the ordinary way, we stand to gain insight into Elpis and the man in charge of it.
Emet-Selch: This is as much for your own enjoyment, like as not. But point taken. *To WoL* If you're going to accompany us, make yourself useful and help us look for Hermes. According to his profile, he has short, dark hair. So you know, it's because we're in Elpis that we don't have our cowls up. A special exemption due to the need to be aware of dangerous creatures. Else where, we do not exhibit our individuality. It's unseemly. This is all common sense, but I would not assume you possess any.
Hythlodaeus: Heh heh! It's a rare treat indeed to be able to search for someone by their appearance, and I thank you for humouring me. Come, let's find our man!
--
*WoL calls out to Hermes*
Hermes: You are...?
Meteion: Different! You're different too! You and me. We're alike. Friends. I want to be- Wait... please wait... Greetings and salutations. Can you hear me? Do not be alarmed- I mean you no harm. I wish only to hear your words, share your feelings, and know your thoughts. May we please be friends? May we please... be friends!
Hythlodaeus: Ah, I see you found him.
Hermes: Hythlodaeus... it's been a while. Too long, I think.
Hythlodaeus: Too long indeed for close collaborators. On this blessed occasion, I bring not only myself, but others who long to speak with you.
Hermes: You are of the Convocation.
Emet-Selch: Emet-Selch, at your service. Do I have the honour of addressing Hermes, chief overseer of Elpis?
Hermes: You do. You have traveled far for it.
Emet-Selch: Given your facility's purpose, its remote location is something of a necessity. Would that I didn't have to rely upon a guide...
Hythlodaeus: You wound me. Have I not ever been an attentive and helpful friend? But moving along to more agreeable company, this one we chanced to... well, you certainly have her attention. Is she one of yours, Hermes?
Hermes: Her name is Meteion. It means shooting star.
Hythlodaeus: If I may make an observation, her aether is terribly thin. I fear she might dissipate at any moment. Nor do I believe you've made a submission to the bureau. I would remember such a concept if you had.
Hermes: I haven't, as you say. I judged it too early. She's a pet project of mine- still undergoing preliminary testing. But rest assured that I will attend in person ere long.
Hythlodaeus: Very well. Being an authority on flying life-forms, I appreciate that you are exacting in your work. I shall look forward to your submission.
Emet-Selch: If we have finished with the perfunctory chit-chat, I would discuss official matters. By my coming, I trust you already anticipate the subject.
Hermes: I have an inkling, yes. Please wait at the main building yonder. I shall join you as soon as I've returned these creatures to their homes.
Meteion: What's wrong, Hermes?
Hermes: An ambystoma is missing...
Hythlodaeus: Hm. I may have found it. A creature with the selfsame aether as those there, nestled in the boughs of a tree outside the grounds.
Emet-Selch: You're saying they can climb? With their sorry excuses for limbs?
Hermes: The "fashion" has been to imbue aquatic creatures with the power of flight, ever since the Words of Mitron created a sky-swimming fish... the ambystomas too can fly, if only slightly, and they could conceivably climb a tree. Whether they can come down safely, however... excuse me.
Meteion: I'll help... too!
Emet-Selch: And what are we supposed to do with this lot?
Hythlodaeus: Hehehe... may I suggest we split up? If you would be so good as to assist Hermes, Emet-Selch and I shall keep an eye on these adorable creations in the meantime.
Hythlodaeus: The ambystoma was submitted to the bureau not long ago, and I'm pleased to see it has found its way here. We'll make sure these little ones don't wander off like their adventurous fellow. Go on and lend Hermes a hand.
Emet-Selch: The tenet of the Words of Mitron is to create aquatic life both unique and beneficial. *Aquatic.* What would possess them to put this creature in the sky? And is it even aquatic to begin with...?
It seems like Hermes and Meteion have found their quarry, a creature known in this age as an ambystoma. Yet though it has been safely extricated from the tree, Hermes appears to have found himself in quite the predicament...
Meteion: The ambystoma. Hermes saw it high up the tree. He climbed up to get it. But it jumped on him, and he slipped...
"Do you need a hand?"
Hermes: *grunt* No, no, I'm fine, if a little embarrassed... now, for your own safety, please stand back...
*Hermes falls from the tree*
Hermes: Ugh...
Meteion: Hermes! Are you all right?
Hermes: Quite all right, yes... my apologies for making you worry, Meteion. Both you and- er...
*WoL gives name*
Hermes: [NAME], you are called? An intriguing name, somehow reminiscent of a new creation... thank you for coming after me. As for you, little one, you must be more careful. You may be able to fly, but it doesn't mean you cannot fall and hurt yourself. ...Oh no, I had forgotten all about its fellows! ...Truly? What a relief... I must thank Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus when I return to them. But first, with the distractions out of the way... as chief overseer of Elpis, permit me to welcome you to our facility. I hope you will enjoy your time here.
Ponder, Warrant, Cherish, Welcome
Hythlodaeus: 'Twas blissfully uneventful in your absence. The little ones were on their best behaviour.
Emet-Selch: No more errant creations to distract us from matters of actual import, I trust.
Hermes: My apologies for the trouble. Owing to your kind assistance, all the ambystomas are safe and well. I will presently send them back to their space, if you would go on ahead to the main building. Upon entering, you will see a table and chairs- a meeting area. We may speak there.
Emet-Selch: Very well. Take care not to let the creatures slip away again.
Hythlodaeus: While Emet-Selch has been accommodating thus far, he is the one who has business with Hermes. If you wish to attend, you will have to ask his permission.
--
Emet-Selch: This appears to be the place... and here is where we part ways. We will be discussing highly sensitive affairs. Only a select few may be privy to such knowledge, and that does not include someone who cannot or will not divulge their origins. ...What? Will I have to remove you by force?
"There are reasons I cannot speak freely."
Emet-Selch: Let's hear them, then. These reasons of yours. Who knows- if I deem your mysterious cause worthy, I may even be inclined to offer my assistance.
Hermes: I do not object to her attendance.
Emet-Selch: Hermes... this is highly irregular.
Hermes: Perhaps, but I believe she can be trusted. Meteion would not have taken to her so quickly otherwise. Moreover, the presence of a third party may help me to maintain composure.
Emet-Selch: *sigh*... As you wish, then. Behave yourself, do you hear?
--
Hermes: So, it's finally happened, then.
Emet-Selch: Aye. Fandaniel has declared his intention to step down, and named you as his preferred successor. In recognition of your knowledge and your works, the Convocation is giving the recommendation due consideration. As one who does not know you personally, I am to use my impartial eye to take your measure. And above all else, to ascertain your disposition towards the invitation. I understand that you and Fandaniel are close. He himself was once chief overseer of Elpis, after all. I should not be surprised if you knew before anyone else that he wished to relinquish his office.
Hermes: I did. He told me that, when he fulfilled his purpose, he wished to pass the torch to me.
Emet-Selch: A torch you seem none too pleased to accept. Are you so averse to serving on the Convocation?
Hermes: No, it's not that... for a humble researcher like myself to even be considered ... is an honour beyond words. No, what troubles me- what I struggle to come to terms with- is the very fact that Fandaniel is stepping down. Does this not mean that he will return to the star?
Emet-Selch: Of his own volition, yes. Like so many others have before him.
Meteion: Return to the star? Does that mean... die?
Hythlodaeus: Well now, that's not a word I hear often... is that what you say here in Elpis? Mankind is the life of Etheirys. Each of us a drop of blood flowing through its veins, bearing sustenance. In our finite time upon it, 'tis our duty to make it a better place, that all who call it home now and in future may abide in happiness. To that end, we have dedicated ourselves to the pursuit of enlightened creation. And by our efforts did we transform this once-untamed wilderness into the peaceful paradise you enjoy today. To return to the star whence we came is a privilege afforded to we who have so loved and nurtured it. A choice embraced by those who have lived their lives to the fullest, in service to our world. And when they depart upon this journey, it is beautiful. Always.
Emet-Selch: The Fourteen are no exception. 'Tis believed no occasion is more felicitous than the fulfillment of one's duty. Our office becomes our lives, and to retire is to return. Or so the majority of us hold. Some few have elected to eschew custom. ...Mayhap you feel Fandaniel's deeds do not warrant his return. Yet you should know his accomplishments as well as any. During his time, he conceived of countless outstanding concepts. And channeling the wealth of experience he attained here in Elpis, he brought forth many new specimens.
Hermes: I know of all this, I do... it's just... I cannot fathom why someone so great and wise, who could still do so much good, would want to end it all... oh no, I've made her upset. Forgive me- I know I requested your presence. Might I trouble you to take Meteion outside? A change of scenery would do her good.
Hythlodaeus: Don't mind us, my friend. Please tend to Meteion.
Emet-Selch: Most would jump at the chance to serve in the Convocation. And yet...
--
*The WoL goes on a walk with Meteion*
--
Hythlodaeus: Ah, excellent timing. 'Twas a refreshing constitutional, I hope?
Emet-Selch: What, back already? Pity. A bit longer and we might have snuck away without you...
Hermes: There you are. I can see the fresh air has done Meteion good.
Meteion: [NAME] wanted to learn about you and Elpis, so I taught her!
Hermes: I'm not sure if that last one will be of any use... but I do appreciate your keeping Meteion company. While you were away, I finished speaking with our guests.
Emet-Selch: Finished? Hardly. You requested time to consider the invitation, so we have no choice but to occupy ourselves with an inspection of your work.
Hermes: My apologies... it has been decided that Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus will accompany me as I tend to my duties. If you wish to learn more, perhaps you would like to come too?
Emet-Selch: I'm compelled to remind you that she is in no way associated with the Convocation. We simply chanced to meet at Propylaion. There is no guarantee that the matters we discuss will remain private.
Hermes: I do not mind. To see the joy her presence brings Meteion, I cannot imagine our mysterious friend harbours malicious intent.
Meteion: [NAME] is kind. Really, truly! She taught me as much as I taught her! You're coming, of course? To watch Hermes? You're bound to learn lots and lots!
Lives Apart
Emet-Selch: It is held that all civil organisations should conduct their affairs with total transparency, and the Convocation is no exception. But that doesn't mean we are obligated to show our work to unknown entities such as you. Consider yourself privileged- and behave accordingly.
Hermes: If everyone is ready, there are a few creations I need to check on. First, we shall return to the spot where we found our wayward ambystoma.
Hythlodaeus: Ah yes, the ianthine petalouda. One of the newest species of the ever-popular butterfly. ...Hm? You're still bothered about your robe? Don't be. The few specimens we repurposed won't be missed.
Emet-Selch: All vim and vigor now. Hmph. When we were discussing his nomination, he was melancholy incarnate.
Hermes: This here is a new species of petaloudia we recently set loose. It has been doing very well, managing to maintain a stable existence this far. If it can see the observation period to the end without issue, we shall release it unto the world. Tell me... do you know the difference between living beings and arcane entities? It is the presence of a soul. Yet the soul isn't something you can choose to have at will. No, it manifests only in those beings whose forms adhere to the laws of creation. That can endure on their own. Beings that do not fulfil this requirement, such as those spontaneously born of magic or natural phenomena, do not have souls. No matter how much it might resemble flora or fauna, if it lacks a soul, then it is considered an arcane entity. So you see, it is not for mankind to decide what is living. That domain lies beyond our manipulation, and it is hubris to assume otherwise. But come, let us head to the nearby beacon. I've received a report that arcane entities have gathered there.
--
Emet-Selch: We're meant to be observing Hermes, but instead we're stuck with Meteion... Well, I suppose she herself serves as proof of his prowess as a researcher and creator both.
Meteion: Interesting! You're interesting too! Tell me, how did you find the ambystoma?
Hythlodaeus: A fascinating creation- much like yourself, little one. Renowned as Hermes is for his flying life forms, 'tis a rare privilege to be able to see one of his works in progress.
Hermes: Ah yes, lightning pneuma, just as the report said. Although we call this structure a beacon due to its form, it is in fact a magical device. By manipulating the balance of elements, it keeps the isle airborne and maintains the climate thereupon. In the course of its operation, it often sees an internal shift towards a given element. Right now that element is lightning, which draws the pneuma here to replenish their aether. ...Hmm, it appears Meteion is busy. Would you care to assist me in her stead, and feed the pneuma? By using this lightning converger, you can harness ambient lightning and focus it into a ball. A veritable feast for our dazzling friends. Go on, give it a try.
Hermes: Perfectly done, [NAME]. Look. See how they gather to feed. How they express themselves through their actions despite their lack of words. Speech is not the sole defining characteristic of a thinking, feeling creature. Nor is silence an indication that they do not possess those qualities. Be it a soulless arcane entity such as the pneuma, or an ephemeral lifeform such as the petalouda, all seek to perpetuate their existence. To survive.
"Is Meteion a living being?"
Hermes: A good question. I can answer it from a theoretical standpoint, but it ultimately falls to the Bureau of the Architect to pass judgement. Those with exceptional vision such as Hythlodaeus may be able to ascertain her true nature. But to me, it doesn't matter. She is herself, and that is all I need to know.
Meteion: Oh... you've finished already? I-I'm sorry... I was in the way...
Hermes: Not to worry, my dear. They missed nothing of note, and we still have plenty of work for them to observe. Next, we will head to the Mourning Dew. I need to speak with some observers there.
--
Hythlodaeus: Ah, this fellow has been the talk of the bureau! The combination of a carefree aspect and endless rows of fangs is strangely charming!
Emet-Selch: ...Was there a guiding theme or any method to the madness that is this random assortment of features?
Hermes: Amazing, is it not? The ampelos- one of our newest subjects. So, how are we coming along?
*WoL sees Elpis flowers and goes towards them*
Meteion: This place is Elpis! Those flowers, Elpis! Entelechies! Like me!
Hermes: They are a product of Elpis, and so named for their birthplace. A happy accident born of the hands of a former researcher who loved beautiful blossoms. Unique for how they change colour to reflect the emotional state of those nearby. Though be it here or elsewhere, they are seldom seen in any hue save purest white...
Hythlodaeus: Reflect the emotional state, you say? By what means do they achieve this?
Hermes: In creation, there exists an energy wholly apart from aether. One driven by emotions. In like manner to how we manipulate aether, this flower is subject to the influence of said energy. While it has no will of its own, it is sensitive to the prevailing emotion in the vicinity, and reacts by altering its colour and vibrancy.
*WoL flashback to Nidhana talking about Akasa*
Hermes: Akasa... though I am not familiar with the term, your description suggests it is the selfsame energy. Dynamis, we call it. And those entities like the Elpis flower, that have the ability to interact with this energy, converting emotions into tangible phenomena... are entelechies.
Meteion: That's me! That's me! An entelechy!
Hermes: That you are, my dear. And no ordinary one at that, but the first possessed of free will.
Emet-Selch: Wait. A form of energy other than aether? Dynamis? I've never heard of such a thing!
Hermes: Hardly surprising. Dynamis cannot be seen, much less felt. And though its existence has long been theorised, we had no proof until the flower's serendipitous creation. What's more, dynamis is far weaker than aether. Under normal circumstances, its effects are drowned out by the latter. On account of which, beings comprised of and reliant upon aether, like you and I, are unable to make practical use of dynamis. 'Tis a truly esoteric thing, known to but a select few scholars.
Emet-Selch: Intriguing... then given the limitations you described, why create Meteion?
Hermes: Out star, Etheirys, is especially rich in aether. So much so that its name is derived from it. However, when we consider all energy in existence, here and in the vast space beyond, dynamis may account for as much as 68.3%. The more abundant form by far. Were we able to control it, we could open the door to limitless possibilities. 'Tis not unlike a gently flowing stream, unable to break through the dam of aether barring its path. But if we could imbue this stream with the vigor of a raging river- ...Not that I have such grand ambitions. No, I merely wanted to create a being that could traverse the great expanse. The relative scarcity of aether beyond the bounds of this star was a concern, and so I looked to another source of energy by necessity.
Hythlodaeus: That being dynamis. No wonder her aether is so thin.
Hermes: Precisely.
Meteion: Yours is thin too. Like an entelechy. Like me. So... are we the same? Entelechies?
"Well, I have been known to transcend my limits with nothing but determination."
Emet-Selch: That sounds more akin to the desperate flailings of a wild beast when facing imminent death.
Hermes: A deficit of aether alone does not an entelechy make. It would, however, make it easier for you to interact with dynamis. And limited though its influence may be, this quality could prove the difference between victory and defeat. You'd do well not to underestimate it. ...Oh dear, I'd forgotten about the poor fellow. You must excuse me a moment while I go and verify a few more things.
Their Greatest Contribution
Emet-Selch: Not that I or anyone else would be able to make use of it even if we knew... but it irks me to discover that there is an entirely different form of energy- and no one told me. That personal annoyance aside, Hermes' knowledge is undeniably impressive. Given that there are none among the Fourteen who specialise in the celestial, he would be a welcome addition. Assuming he can be persuaded to join, that is. I still can't understand his hesitation...
"What do you specialise in?"
Hythlodaeus: Oho, you wish to know why Emet-Selch was chosen for the Convocation? I should be glad to share the tale! Ahem. It began when...
Emet-Selch: Not. Another. Word. Lest you've forgotten, we're here to learn about Hermes. Not me. My misspent youth is not your concern.
Emet-Selch: *Sigh* What now?
"I want to learn about the Convocation."
Emet-Selch: Hmm... if you should accompany us, I suppose you should at least know that much. The Convocation of Fourteen is a governing body that determines myriad policies. Our goal is to ensure that all is right in creation, that our star may know a brighter future. As the name suggests, the council is composed of fourteen offices, each of which is held by an individual chosen for their surpassing abilities. Depending on the office, one is required to either be an authority in a certain field, or possess skills that would facilitate the performance of their stipulated duties. The former category includes Mitron, specialist in aquatic life; Loghrif, specialist in terrestrial life and husbandry... Halmarut, specialist in fungal and plant life; Emmerololth, specialist in medicine and healing... and Lahabrea, specialist in creation magicks, who has brought forth phantom beings of the highest complexity. As for the latter category, there is Altima, advocate of the arts; Igeyorhm, champion of enlightenment and rhetoric; Pashtarot, preserver of discipline and order... Emet-Selch, keeper of the aetherial realm- or "Underworld" in the vernacular; Fandaniel, pursuer of extant phenomena... and Azem, traveller of the world and counsellor to the people. ...What? Should I be revealing such details to you? Don't be silly. Even children know this much, and you would do well to remember it all.
Hythlodaeus: I'll tell you the tale when we're away from sensitive ears.
Hermes: My apologies for the wait. I have inspected the ampelos to my satisfaction. All is well with the creature, and I daresay it won't be long ere it is released unto the world. Another creation, however, reportedly isn't faring so well- the charybdis. That is what we shall tend to next. If you would follow me, my friends, we shall return to the main isle and head north.
Hythlodaeus: There is a slight difference in aetheric balance between these charybdises. By this, it may be assumed that these aren't the original creations, but their offspring.
Emet-Selch: A serpentine bird... or a winged snake?
Hermes: I understand there is a problem with one of the charybdis.
Troubled Observer: Yes, that's right. As you know, the charybdis is based on a sea creature. Owing to adjustments to enhance its affinity to wind, it is capable of flight. The specimens created from the concept could all fly without issue, but a problem arose in subsequent generations. This third-generation creature was born with an aetheric balance leaning strongly towards water. Its aquatic origin reasserting itself, it would seem... the result being its affinity to wind is diminished, and it cannot fly. No matter what we try, we can't get it to rise even the slightest bit. For such change to manifest in so few generations... I fear they are too unstable. Flawed. With your permission, I will revert the creatures, and recommend to the bureau that the concept be revised.
Hermes: ...With its aetheric balance leaning towards water, the charybdis would indeed struggle to manipulate wind. Yet it is too early to conclude that it cannot fly. Having failed at first, it may simply have developed a fear. I shall transform and fly with it, helping it to manipulate wind until it finds its wings.
Troubled Observer: What!? Y-You needn't go to such lengths...
Emet-Selch: You don't know? *sigh* But of course not... transformation is an art in which manipulates a vast quantity of aether to construct another body around oneself. In practice, this allows one to assume any conceivable form, and thereby transcend the limits of one's flesh. Yet convenient though it may be, transforming in the presence of others is considered vainglorious in the extreme. As uncouth and unseemly as running around robeless. Shameful. Am I to understand you make a habit of this?
Hermes: N-Nothing of the sort. It's just that, when transformed, I can wield the wind and fly. It may seem excessive, but what is our shame next to the lives of these creatures? They deserve a chance, and we owe it to them to do all in our power!
Emet-Selch: Be that as it may...
Hythlodaeus: Hmm... Yes, I believe I have a solution. Emet-Selch- may I trouble you to move that charybdis away from its fellows? Somewhere out of sight. Meanwhile, I'd like the rest of you to help me prepare here.
Emet-Selch: What mischief are you scheming now?
Hythlodaeus: No mischief, I assure you. I would but spare you the need to report to your colleagues that Hermes committed an indiscretion. So have a little faith, and run along.
Emet-Selch: I trust you don't mind?
Hermes: Hythlodaeus is a man of ideas. I wonder what he has thought up this time...
Hythlodaeus: Emet-Selch is out of sight? Good. Let's speak of the plan. It's a stroke of genius, really: we have Emet-Selch train the charybdis! Aside from being able to fly untransformed, he can readily see aether currents. And with his adept spellcraft, he can also employ suitable wind magicks to guide the creature along.
Hermes: While he is indeed capable of all you described, it is not his duty. I am loath to trouble him with it.
Hythlodaeus: Don't be! As I mentioned, it would also be for his own sake. With that settled, let's begin at once! [NAME]- I want you to go to Emet-Selch. Tell him that you have a favour to ask. He will be disinclined to cooperate at first, but you mustn't be discouraged. With our friend, the trick is to be unflaggingly persistent. Off you go, now, and good luck!
Hythlodaeus: The rest of us will be right behind you. We wouldn't think to miss the fun!
Emet-Selch: Well? Are your preparations for the scheme that is clearly not a scheme complete?
"I have a favour to ask"
Emet-Selch: Oh no you don't! I'm not lifting a finger! Ugh. I don't know what Hythlodaeus is up to, and I will not be made to know. I refuse!
Emet-Selch: You may tell Hythlodaeus he can contrive another brilliant solution- one that doesn't involve me!
"Please, Emet-Selch"
Emet-Selch: No, no, no! You are not foisting this nonsense on me!
Hermes: I'm given to understand you have the power to help the charybdis- and should be quite willing to do so. And so I appeal to your better nature, most benevolent Emet-Selch. Please teach it to fly!
Meteion: Or else Hermes will transform! Right now!
Hythlodaeus: Now, now, there's no need to go quite that far. Altruism is its own reward, as I'm sure he'd agree.
Emet-Selch: Oh would he now? And who contrived to put me in this position, pray tell?
Hythlodaeus: Nothing so devious. I merely suggested a possible course of action.
Meteion: Please, Emet-Selch! Please!
Emet-Selch: I did not come all this way to play nursemaid to your creations. I'd thank you to remember this favour... and let it be the last. I will aid it once it has taken to the air. It falls to you to shepherd it skyward.
Hythlodaeus: Well, let's relax and enjoy the spectacle, shall we?
--
Hythlodaeus: You were wondering why Emet-Selch joined the Convocation. Truth be told, he wasn't the first choice for the office. I was- on the strength of my ability to see aether. But I declined the offer. For though my vision is exceptional, I am pedestrian in all other aspects. Worse, even. Quite abysmal when it comes to manipulating aether, for example. Couldn't transform even if I had a mind to do so. What good is the ability to perceive a problem if one cannot act to address it? Emet-Selch has no such shortcomings. He excels in vision and manipulation both- the latter to an extraordinary degree. If there is a mage more powerful, I do not know of them. Thus did I recommend him for the office in my stead. And I wasn't the only one. Far from it. Countless others vouched for his skill and character. People the world over, to whom he had previously lent a helping hand. Oh, how surprised he was. Claimed he hadn't done anything remarkable for anyone. Modest to a fault. He deserved every bit of acclaim he received. Yet he may well have gone unappreciated were it not for a mutual friend. A singular soul who can't help but involve herself in the business of others. Where she walks, excitement is soon to follow. Her antics irritate Emet-Selch to no end, but much of his grumbling stems from genuine concern. When our friend calls, he never fails to answer and lend his talents. And so in the course of doing so, he himself came to be recognised and respected by those around him. They are truly remarkable individuals, and I'm proud to call them friends. To help them realise their dreams- that will be my greatest contribution to our world. And when they have fulfilled their respective purposes... I too shall have fulfilled mine, and together we may return to the star. Look at me, spilling my innermost secrets. I can't seem to help it with you. I can only assume it is due to the colour of your soul. I just don't understand how you can be so alike and yet so different.
Meteion: Well done, my pet! Well done!
Hythlodaeus: Ah yes, I daresay the charybdis will be fine hereon. Why don't you go and signal to Emet-Selch. Let him know that his arduous task is at an end.
Hythlodaeus: If I didn't know better, I'd say Emet-Selch is enjoying himself. Not that he'd ever deign to admit it.
*Emerging from his reverie, Emet-Selch notices you, and begins to descend with the charybdis...*
Hermes: I have no words to express my gratitude. Thanks to you, the charybdis has learned to fly.
Hythlodaeus: And [NAME] and I could relax and have a pleasant chat.
Emet-Selch: I'm sure you did. The creature needed some small assistance at first, but soon it was flying more or less on its own. I doubt you will need to repeat the lesson.
Troubled Observer: That was truly impressive! I witnessed it all from afar- the charybdis flies!
Hermes: Indeed. With this, we've proven that even a creature with skewed aetheric balance is capable of flight. Though we helped it to achieve this, the charybdis is a herd animal. They may well aid their struggling kin in like fashion if and when the need arises. Keeping this in mind, I bid you continue observing them.
Troubled Overseer: If that is what you want... but if I may say so, rather than hoping an idealistic possibility comes to pass, would it not be simpler to have the concept adjusted? That way, we could guarantee that anomalies such as this specimen are never born in the first place.
Hermes: These creatures are already here. We will spare no effort in giving them a chance to survive.
Troubled Overseer: As you wish, Chief. As you wish.
Meteion: Hermes...
Hermes: I'm fine. Don't worry. Well, that concludes all of my present tasks. Let's return to Anagnorisis for now.
Hythlodaeus: I thoroughly enjoyed myself- at the end most of all!
Emet-Selch: ...What, Want to apologise for forcing me to help, do you? Save your breath. You didn't force me to do anything- I merely chose the most expeditious way to have done with an impediment to our business.
Emet-Selch: I'm tired. Leave me be.
Aether To Aether
"Dynamis- dynamis seemed promising."
Hermes: Dynamis, you say? Curious that such an obscure phenomenon should be of interest to you.
Seasoned Observer: Chief Hermes, what good fortune to find you here.
Hermes: Is something the matter?
Seasoned Observer: The lykaon- I'm afraid it's done it again. No sooner did we release one for observation than it set upon the nearby okyupetes, slaughtering them.
Hermes: Was the creature hungry? Or somehow provoked?
Seasoned Observer: I had just fed them myself, and the okyupetes were keeping a wide berth. It is the nature of the lykaon that is to blame. Their innate viciousness. Temperament aside, it is an outstanding creation, perfect in form and function. Though it may not be suited for release, I've no doubt that the bureau will accept its concept for preservation. In any case, there's no point in postponing the inevitable. Doros will revert them all once the paperwork is in order.
Hermes: Where is the scene of the incident?
Seasoned Observer: Just off the path to the Twelve Wonders. As you make your way, you should see it on the left. I don't know if Doros is still there, however. H-Hermes, wait!
Emet-Selch: If this is part of his work, then I would observe. We follow.
--
Emet-Selch: A fearsome beast, this lykaon... but where is it now?
Hythlodaues: The okyupete is no easy prey. With its hooves and horns, it was designed to be formidable even on land. Yet they didn't stand a chance against the lykaon...
Hermes: The lacerations and burns are unmistakable. A lykaon was indeed responsible. But the creature is nowhere to be seen. Doros must have taken it away. The man makes his base at the Twelve Wonders. I shall go and seek him out there.
Hythlodaeus: Emet-Selch and I will search the area for good measure. Just the make sure the lykaon did not escape.
Hermes: My thanks. Let us meet at the Twelve Wonders when you are finished. I will go on ahead. Please follow with [NAME].
Meteion: Come, come. It's down this path and over the bridge.
--
Meteion: There it is- the Twelve Wonders. Hermes is looking for Doros. Let's look for Doros too! He's a man with long, blond hair... I think. I'll know him when I see him!
Meteion: Doros! That's Doros!
Doros: Well now, if it isn't Meteion. What brings you here?
Hermes: Ah, I thought I heard familiar voices! I didn't realise you two had decided to help me search for Doros. Thank you. You're in charge of the lykaones, I believe. Where are they now?
Doros: Out in the fields in restraints. Frenzied as they were, I couldn't well return them out to Ktisis. Once I've submitted my report, I'll see them reverted without delay.
Hythlodaeus: It's as he says. The beasts are indeed quite ferocious.
Doros: Y-You're one of the Fourteen! Wh-What brings you here!?
Emet-Selch: Nothing you need concern yourself with. As you were.
Hermes: We've heard the news- than a lykaon slaughtered okyupetes. As the observer in charge, you are of the opinion that they are not fit to be released?
Doros: Aye, I am. Their abnormal aggression and exceptional strength makes for a highly problematic combination. It matters not where they are released. Lykaones would threaten other species and upset the natural order.
Hermes: Could it be that the specimens observed are an outlier?
Doros: Highly unlikely. We've created a good many of them; all exhibited the same tendencies. Even when we used Kairos to begin with a fresh slate, their behaviour was unchanged.
Emet-Selch: Kairos...?
Doros: A memory reconfiguration system. The chief himself created it. It allows us to erase or alter memories, that we may observe creations in different environmental conditions without needing to remake them from scratch.
Emet-Selch: Quite impressive... and potentially dangerous. Depending on the intensity of the aetheric emissions, Pashtarot may wish to have words with you.
Hermes: Rest assured I've kept all values within prescribed limits. And to prevent misuse, its applications are limited to those authorised by the chief overseer. Do not misunderstand. To manipulate a subject's memories is an intrusive act I deeply abhor. But it is still preferable to execution.
Doros: Come now, Chief, let's not be so melodramatic! What was born of aether is simply being reduced to its original state. I know the distinctions concern you, but we mustn't lose sight of the bigger picture- making rational choices for the sake of a more prosperous star. If a creation cannot be properly studied even with the aid of Kairos, we remake it. If a creation is deemed a detrimental existence, we unmake it. 'Tis all for the greater good, and none question the necessity of such routine processes.
Hermes: I understand these things, I do. I would never think to unleash a clear and undeniable threat unto the world. Yet insignificant though their individual lives may be next to all creation, it is all the lykaones have. Before we seal their fates, we owe it to these beings to exhaust all options. To ensure that nothing has been overlooked.
Doros: If you insist. Let me provide you with a full report, and we may take it from there.
Hythlodaeus: Would it be possible for us to attend the discussion? That Emet-Selch may better carry out his duties.
Hermes: By all means. Pray show them to the meeting room.
Meteion: To man, other beings are just things. To be used and controlled. Like magic. That's what Hermes told me once...
A Sentimental Gift
Meteion: It's not me, Hermes. It's you... I won't go to the meeting. I'll stay with [NAME].
Hermes: Loath though I am to impose, may I leave Meteion in your care again? I'm in your debt. If you'll excuse me...
Meteion: Can you help me with something, [NAME]? The meeting will make Hermes sad. I want to cheer him up. With a flower. Hermes likes flowers the most. Of all the creations in Elpis. Most creations are expected to be interesting. Or beautiful. Or strong. Better in some way. But flowers are different. They're designed to suit our emotions. What we feel and want to convey. Hermes likes that. I can't make flowers. So I'll search for one. And I want you to search with me. Let's start here. At the Twelve Wonders.
Meteion: Ooh, Elpis flowers! They're here too! Hermes likes and dislikes them. At the same time. Like me, they're entelechies. Like me, they feel his pain and turn dark... that's only for Hermes, though. For others, they're always white and bright. ...Truly!? The flower was dark in your home!? Then... do you have it too? A dark emotion?
"I've felt great fury and frustration."
Meteion: I see... Hermes has felt the same. A fire burning in your breast. A trembling hand. But no one understands. Please, [NAME]. Won't you lend them to me? Your fury and frustration... I want you to make the flower dark. In front of Hermes. He has been in a dark place. Since before he created me. He needs to know that he isn't there alone. That others are sad too. Truly? You'll do it? Thank you, [NAME]! Thank you. It means more to me than I can say! I can't wait to see how Hermes reacts! Let's go back and fetch him!
Meteion: It seems they're still talking. Let's wait until they've finished.
Meteion: Hermes!
Hermes: Oh... you were waiting for me.
Meteion: You've finished talking?
Hermes: Yes. We've come to a decision. My thanks for keeping Meteion company. Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus have already retired to their rooms. There is a room for you too, if you would follow me.
Meteion: Wait! I want to show you something first.
Hermes: Elpis flowers...?
Meteion: Go on!
*WoL makes the flowers go dark*
Meteion: You're not the only one, Hermes. Others feel sad too. You're not alone.
Hermes: I see Meteion has shared much with you. May we talk a moment? ...I do not think it wrong that we live for the star. That we strive to make it a better place. And yet, in carrying out my duties here, there are times when I am plagued by doubt. Do you recall what Hythlodaeus said, when we first spoke of my nomination? Death is a privilege of those who have fulfilled their purpose. A choice they embrace of their own free will. And when they depart, it is always beautiful. Perhaps it is... but only for man. Creations that he deems useless are discarded with nary a second thought. Some scarcely born into the world. Afforded a handful of breaths before life and potential are abruptly extinguished. We make an effort to spare them the pain. But they sense what awaits. Rage in anguish and cower in fear... and it is not beautiful. Yet no one cares. No one. So fixated are we upon the duty that we do not pause to question the method. Pain and suffering... confusion and despair... writ plain in the eyes of those poor creatures. Yet no one sees. We turn a blind eye and carry on in blissful ignorance. Naught amiss, and always- always the blossoms shine pure and white. A contradiction so blatant I could scream. Want to scream. How can you all accept this... aberration!? Then I wonder... am I the aberration for thinking thus? And I am filled with dread... but now I know I'm not alone. Not the only one for whom the flowers weep. I won't ask what you thought as you kneeled beside the Elpis. Or if you only did it at Meteion's insistence. Nevertheless... I thank you. To know that you too have experienced suffering... is a comfort.
"Glad I could be of service."
Hermes: To so willingly lend an ear to ease my burden... you are a strange one. The stars in the heavens... know you what they are? Though it is too far to tell, each glittering light could be a world not unlike Etheirys. A world filled with life. So many stars, so many lives... for us, there may be no higher purpose than to live for our world, but what of the other living beings out there? What is it that gives their lives meaning? That drives them day after day after day? To pose that question to our undiscovered cousins, I created beings of dynamis, who can traverse the vast emptiness between the stars. Meteion and her sisters. Aye, sisters. She has a great many of them, and they have already departed on their journey. Traveling to one star, and then the next, in search of life. As one might expect, exploration on such a grand scale is rife with difficulties, and thus far I've naught to show for it. But I have faith that we will make some manner of discovery ere long. And when we do, I should be glad to share our findings with you, in gratitude for your kindness. ...It's getting rather late. We had best find our beds. 'Twould not do for both of us to be sleep deprived on the morrow. Come, Meteion! Let us head back.
Meteion: All right!
Verdict And Execution
Hythlodaeus: Were you able to get some rest? Please, do not hesitate to let us know if you're feeling tired- I worry we might exhaust your scarce reserves of aether.
Hermes: An all-too-brief interlude, perhaps, but it is time I attend to my next task. As Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus are aware, we reached a verdict regarding the lykaones. Seven were created for observation... and all seven must be unmade. Doros has followed the correct protocols, and as chief overseer, I can find no fault in his judgement. The lykaones would disrupt the natural order, ravaging and consuming other species until they themselves starve and perish. They cannot be released into the wild, and they cannot be allowed to remain here in Elpis. I intend to petition the Bureau of the Architect to have the concept preserved as a restricted-purpose hazardous life-form. Hythlodaeus has pledged to support me in this endeavour. Yet whatever the bureau decides, the existing lykaones have served their purpose... Doros has already isolated the creatures, and is preparing to carry out the necessary measures. I will join him forthwith. It is my duty to witness the... conclusion... to this study.
Emet-Selch: If you are resolved, then we have but to accompany you.
Hermes: Of course. Let us be off, then. We return to the main isle.
Hermes: Doros! Are you hurt? What happened here?
Doros: They... they caught me off-guard... I had them bound with aetherial shackles. But they became frenzied, even more so than usual, and broke free... I was able to stop four. The other three escaped...
Hythlodaues: I see them. Two have taken to the air above the Twelve Wonders.
Emet-Selch: The last is up ahead, lurking in the fields. You and [NAME] handle that one. The pair in the sky, you can leave to me.
Hermes: ...If this is how it must end, then so be it.
Hythlodaeus: I will render assistance to Emet-Selch, unneeded though it is.
Hermes: Meteion, you are you stay here with Doros.
Meteion: But, Hermes!
Hermes: The lykaones must be reverted. I would spare you their pain. And mine. *To WoL* This is my burden, not yours. But if you are still intent on helping, then please follow my lead.
Hermes: I appreciate your help... and lament that it is necessary. There it is- our quarry. Within striking distance at present... but if it feels threatened, it may well flee beyond our reach. Here is my plan. You will approach slowly, in full view, and draw the lykaon's attention. Now, I warn you, its abilities are as fiery as its temperament. Once it spots you, it will unleash orbs of flame... but fear not. By my measure, you are more than equal to the task. Withstand the onslaught for a few brief moments, and that will give me time to catch it unawares. Ready? Then let us begin!
Hermes: Now! ...Forgive me. Please forgive me. May you and your kin find peace. Wherever your souls may drift in the Underworld, may you find tranquil seas. Be not forgotten. In concept endure to reclaim form and one day live again. Serve not the star or any purpose save your own. Live again, if that be your desire. Hate, if that be your wont. We are worthy. But leave your suffering behind. Lay down your burdens. Be born anew. Fly high. Fly free.
Emet-Selch: Join the Convocation, Hermes. You do not belong here.
Hermes: Leave to replace another- to be replaced? It changes nothing! Tell me! Do you think it right that we sacrifice all these lives for the sake of the star? And when the star has reached perfection- what then? If all who are satisfied choose to die, shall we all die in satisfaction!? ...I do not know. Were I to take up the seat of Fandaniel, it would be tantamount to approving my predecessor's death. I do not know if it is right. And to be torn by such thoughts... I do not know if I am fit to represent mankind.
Meteion: Hermes! Please don't be angry... it hurts so...
Hermes: Forgive me. If you would still consider me in spite of everything, I beg some time to gather my thoughts. Meanwhile, Hythlodaeus, I fear I must trouble you to attend to the others.
Hythlodaeus: 'Tis no trouble at all. Take as long as you require.
Hermes: *to WoL* And you, my friend. I pray you find that which you seek.
Hythlodaeus: I suspect we have some few matters to discuss. Shall we return to the Twelve Wonders for a time?
Emet-Selch: Aye...
Hythlodaeus: It has been quite an exciting visit for you thus far. Oh, you weren't injured, were you? Good, good.
Emet-Selch: The other lykaones have been taken care of. The incident is resolved, and life in Elpis continues as normal... or ends, as the case may be. Rationally speaking, I understand Hermes' argument. No matter how well deserved the rest, there is a pang of sadness when a colleague leaves us. Yet never has a departure caused me such grief as Hermes appears to feel. What must it be like to experience such torment...?
Travelers at the Crossroads
Hythlodaeus: Where to now? If there is anywhere you would like to visit before we visit, I should be glad to show you the way...
Emet-Selch: Hermes has not yet outright refused his position with the Convocation- merely postponed the decision. As such, I may as well resume my assessment. If we cannot accompany him, then I will content myself with questioning his colleagues.
Hythlodaeus: Ever the pragmatist. Then allow me to remain your humble guide. And what of you, [NAME]? Will you continue along with us? Wonderful! Our fellowship travels on unbroken. I say we explore another part of Elpis, and see what new encounters there are to be had. If you would follow me, we will first head back towards Anagnorisis.
Emet-Selch: Didn't we part ways with Hermes not far from here? Given the size of Elpis, I expect our paths will cross again before long...
Hythlodaeus: From here, we follow the path northwards to Notoneus. There we will find one of the neus which facilitate travel between the islands of Elpis. First-time travellers must be accompanied by someone with the requisite permission- which I have previously been granted. We only need use the device together once, and henceforth you will have leave to use it freely. Shall we?
Emet-Selch: Unless the need is pressing, I won't be tracking Hermes with my aetherial sight. 'Tis poor manners to spy on someone's comings and goings in such a fashion. So don't ask. Social conventions notwithstanding, perceiving aether requires deliberate and intense concentration, and we otherwise keep our eyes on the corporeal world.
Hythlodaeus: Here we are: Notoneus. This neus will take us to Kallimelios Zephyros, the western island. That's it right there, looming large over us. Step this way, and we can soon admire the view from above!
Hythlodaeus: I present to you Kallimelios Zephyros. Here you will find a number of testing facilities as well as the observation hub of Poieten Oikos. Right, then. Let's begin by- ...hm? Well well, an oreias. How delightful.
Emet-Selch: And what, pray tell, is that...?
Hythlodaeus: Ah, that's a new species of shark. We approved the concept but a few days ago. Sharks are among the most popular sea creatures. Rare is the day when someone does not submit a new concept.
Hythlodaeus: At first, they were largely orthodox. Consideration given to such things as size and environmental impact. And then a whimsical someone thought to bestow it with flight. Another, superior intelligence. And then the floodgates burst. Concepts with multiple heads, or arms, or legs, or arms and legs... and so on and so forth. It was getting absurd. A part of me wanted to tell them to go away and find something else to create, but in the end, I couldn't deny their passion... and here we are.
*The shark charges him, but a white-haired woman stuns it.*
Venat: That was too close... are you unharmed? Well now, if it isn't a pair of familiar faces...
Hythlodaeus: Venat! That we should meet you here!
Emet-Selch: As I mentioned earlier, the better part of the Convocation holds that when we retire is when we return to the star. Well, she is not among said majority. Even after stepping down, she carries on with her work. Venat is her name, and she is the previous Azem.
Venat: It has been a while, Hythlodaeus. You look well. Less so, Emet-Selch. I daresay the lines upon your brow have both deepened and doubled in number. A shame for one so young. You must make an effort to frown less often.
Emet-Selch: Easier said than done thanks to your unruly successor.
Venat: How is she, if I may ask?
Hythlodaues: Incorrigible as ever. Rushed headlong into a volcano on the brink of eruption just the other day. I should be glad to share the tale in its entirety later, if you are so inclined.
Venat: You know I am! Now then, you are...? I say... have you perchance come from the future? I do not believe we have ever met, yet I sense my magick upon you. Therefore if I wove the enchantment, I could only have done so at a later point in time.
Hythlodaues: What manner of magick is this, if I may ask?
Venat: A traveller's ward, of course. It prevents the corruption of one's aether.
"That sounds rather like the blessing of Light..."
Venat: I see you are not ignorant to its presence. And while there are many protective spells, the one you bear is unmistakably mine.
Emet-Selch: Hold on- from the future? That's absurd.
Venat: What is it? Are you unable to speak of the matter?
*Memory of Elidibus telling the WoL that she cannot change the past*
Venat: So, your actions here will not change your history... but they may yet affect the course of ours... how very exciting. I'm quite fond of delving into the unknown- and there's naught more unknown than the future. Until a moment finally arrives, we cannot know for certain what will come to pass- regardless of our supposed foreknowledge. So you needn't worry for us. More importantly, that you should go to such great lengths as to travel unto the past bespeaks the gravity of your quest. Will you not reveal it to us? Mayhap we can be of aid to your cause.
Emet-Selch: If this is true, then you've been keeping quite the secret to yourself. As a representative of the Convocation, I will hear it all. Your identity, purpose- everything.
Venat: Why don't we move to a place more conducive to calm conversation. I've been working here for some days now at an old friend's behest. If it is agreeable, we may make use of my accommodation at Poieten Oikos. ...We were meant to meet, I am certain of it. Else I wouldn't have marked you so clearly and sent you unto myself in the past. It is precisely the sort of mischief I would get up to- and quite inspired, if I do say so myself.
Hythlodaeus: The future... our future. I am deathly curious to hear more.
Emet-Selch: And here I thought you were a harmless stray familiar... as far as I'm concerned, this nebulous talk of future this and changing history that can wait. First, I mean to find out exactly who you are and what you hope to achieve here.
Venat: My apologies, but before we move along, a colleague has tasked me with a matter which I'd rather not leave unresolved. It involves finding a certain concept-engraved crystal... and the quick-fingered oreias which made off with it.
Hythlodaeus: An oreias, you say? I think we might have seen the culprit before being distracted by that business with the shark. Would you like us to follow its aetherial trail? That would, of course, only lead us to the oreias- there is no guarantee that it hasn't dropped or stashed away the crystal you seek.
Venat: Please! Even that much would be enormously helpful. While you are hunting down the thief, I can follow behind and scour the forest floor just incase. Could I ask you to join the search? I would appreciate another pair of eyes to cover the land to the west of here... many thanks! There's a small bridge leading into Poieten Oikos- let us meet up there once we've exhausted our efforts.
Emet-Selch: The problem you present is vexing enough without adding the old Azem into the equation. *sigh* And she wonders why these lines upon my brow grow deeper, when she herself wields the hammer and chisel...
Hythlodaeus: The Azems, both mentor and student, are a force to be reckoned with. I find them a delight, personally, but they have a habit of making Emet-Selch look as if he bit down on a sour grape.
Venat: Our last searcher returns. I am afraid the oreias no longer had the crystal, nor was I able to find it as I followed in its wake. I don't suppose you fared any better...? The crystal! Well done! Wonderful! Now I can focus on your tale without that missing concept nagging at my mind. Have you always had a knack for finding things?
"Traveling and searching go hand in hand."
Venat: You travel often, then? It seems we have something in common. Long ago, when I held the seat of Azem, I was forever trekking back and forth across the star in search of answers to people's problems. Naturally, the need for such journeys has lessened considerably since I entrusted the position to my whimsical successor... yet I am still eager to come running should an old acquaintance or new interest require my personal attention. That is what brings me to Elpis, in fact. Many times has my presence been requested; my opinions sought concerning the habitat of this or that creation. Agreeing to help locate that missing crystal was a minor distraction... which now promises to become a major revelation! How strange and wonderful it is the way one thing leads to another. Wouldn't you agree?
A Past, Not Yet Come To Pass
Hythlodaeus: You needn't be nervous around Venat- those white robes mark her as one of fair and impartial reasoning. Aside from the emissary, Elidibus, such garb is worn only by those who have stepped down from public office to serve as advisors. Whatever you have to say, she will listen without judgement.
Emet-Selch: Yes, this will be far more comfortable than interrogating you on the side of the road.
Venat: Welcome to my temporary abode. Please, make yourself at home while I put on some tea.
Hythlodaeus: A wonderful aroma... I feel more relaxed already.
Venat: Would that I had sweetmeats to offer, but I travel light out of habit. There's plenty of hot water, though, so please have as much tea as you like. Now then... will you tell us your tale?
"The world has been sundered... broken into shards."
Emet-Selch: Why don't you start from the beginning?
*The WoL tells their tale from the start.*
Emet-Selch: Preposterous. Utterly preposterous.
Hythlodaeus: While not the words I would have chosen, I too have my doubts. Much of it borders on the incredulous. What of you, Venat?
Venat: Not knowing the precise details of the first Final Days, 'tis difficult to determine the veracity of the tale. Supposing it is all true, I must ask myself why I would do what I did. Why would I feel I had no recourse but to oppose the Fourteen and create this Hydaelyn... circumstances change, of course, but it would not have been an easy decision regardless. No, there must have been a reason. One compelling enough to force me to take such drastic measures. Then there is the Elpis flower, which I said would serve as a guide. That it's of import to your mission is plain, but your presence here leads me to believe that this place also holds significance. But what could it be? What are we meant to accomplish?
Hythlodaeus: Might it not be simply thus? In the future whence she came, the Final Days could not be averted. Mankind has no choice but to flee the star. By alerting us to that eventuality, perhaps you wished to pave the way for other futures.
Venat: Theoretically speaking, it is a possibility. Yet if that were my primary objective, I see no reason to guide our friend to Elpis specifically. The Capitol in Amaurot, or even my own home would be more logical destinations.
Hythlodaeus: True, true... I note also that Hydaelyn did not specify a point in time to which she must return. By this, it may be inferred that it was not critical that we should meet.
Venat: Alternately, She had reason to believe that our paths would converge, coincidental though it may seem.
Hythlodaeus: This is quite a puzzle, and we do not have all the pieces...
Venat: Hardly any. But we do have one immutable fact. If the Final Days are indeed as described, they will bring death to all that I hold dear. Yet despite being afforded long years of preparation, the only provisions I could make were... for flight? Nay, my first and foremost endeavour would be to find a way to forestall the coming doom.
Hythlodaeus: Given that even the Fourteen failed, mayhap you deemed it impossible.
Venat: Nothing is impossible. This, I have always believed. And if Hydaelyn is indeed me, She would believe the same.
Emet-Selch: Listen to yourself. Are you seriously entertaining the notion that you are a messianic figure in some far-fetched tale? Well, I will not. I refuse to believe that our world could be undone by some unforeseen calamity. I also take offence to my portrayal as a megalomaniacal madman. To sacrifice oneself for the star is a noble act, and I would hold those who gave themselves to this Zodiark in the highest esteem. Yet you claim I recreated Amaurot and populated it with phantoms of our people. A bizarre indulgence that would be insulting to their memory. Worse still, I even invited you there- literally invited my own downfall. Why would I do something so idiotic and inexplicable? Now, I will allow the hypothetical task of restoring our world would be daunting in the extreme. The thought of having to bear such a burden for a thousand thousand lives horrifies me. But I would never forsake my duty! I would never forsake my brethren! You do not know me! I've had my fill of your fiction. I will return to my duty... and you will not bother me again.
Hythlodaeus: Emet-Selch! Wait!
*Hythlodaeus chases Emet-Selch as he leaves the building.*
Venat: You've seen much of Elpis already. If you have any observations to share, I should like to hear them.
"Hermes and Meteion are somehow involved."
Venat: Hermes and his creation Meteion, you say? If dynamis is the selfsame energy as akasa, as it likely seems, then those two may well be at the centre of the calamity to come. This warrants further investigation. With that settled, 'tis time for action. The missing pieces of the puzzle are here, I'm certain of it. And when you find them, the picture my future self has painted will be complete, and you will have your answer. Suffice it to say, I will aid you in your quest. Have faith. If Emet-Selch is the man Azem described to me, we've not seen the last of him.
Venat: Shall we begin our investigations, then? I am acquainted with Hermes, of course, but only as a visitor received by the chief overseer of Elpis. Of the man himself, I know only that which is common knowledge. Thus I suggest we fall back on the tried-and-true method of conversing with the locals. The observers who live here can surely tell us more of Hermes and Meteion, and I have a good idea of where we might begin...
Venat: See you the woman standing in front of yonder building? Her name is Ismene. She is the one who made arrangements for my stay in Elpis, and from what I recall, she has held her position here for quite some time. Chances are she can provide us with some insights. Go and ask your questions. I will help with drawing out answers if need be, but I leave the choice of topic up to you.
Venat: Let us speak with Ismene. You know more of this coming calamity, so I think it best that you lead the conversation.
Ismene: Questions? For me? Well, I suppose I have no other pressing duties at the moment...
Venat: Greetings, Ismene. My friend here is desperately curious about Chief Hermes, and I was wondering if you might indulge her.
Ismene: Certainly, Mistress Venat. Anything of be of service! What do you wish to know?
"What are Hermes' interests?"
Ismene: ...His interests? Well, he is an authority on flying life-forms, and has expansive knowledge of living creatures in general. Is that what you wished to know...?
Venat: How would you describe him as a person? As a colleague?
Ismene: He is a quiet man- reserved, you might say- and occasionally somewhat poor with his choice of words. His reticent nature, however, does not prevent him from carrying out his duties as chief overseer. I hope that answers your question. Was there anything else?
"Do you know of Meteion's abilities?"
Ismene: It's no secret that she is a highly unusual familiar. Of late, the chief often makes his rounds with her, like a mother hen raising her chick. I understand that she is able to read emotions and communicate directly with one's mind. Exactly how she was created with that talent, however, is a mystery to me. My apologies. I wish I could explain her nature more in-depth, but I've not had occasion to discuss it with Chief Hermes.
"Do you wish you knew him better?"
Ismene: The chief may not be the most gregarious individual, but he engages with us as is necessary for everyone to perform their duties. I wouldn't want to intrude upon his privacy for the sake of curiosity... though if you wish to learn more about Meteion, you could try speaking with Timaios- another expert in the creation of flying concepts. He should be conducting his observations on the banks of the stream, somewhere to the east. Oh, and, uh, unless you take a particular joy in rambling discourse, I suggest you keep your questions concise.
Venat: We shall keep that in mind. Thank you for your patience and your insight.
Ismene: Think nothing of it. If there is aught else you need during your stay, please, do not hesitate to ask.
Venat: Come, [NAME], I think we've taken enough of Ismene's time. ...Our investigation is off to a fine start, wouldn't you agree? From here, I propose that we split up. I shall continue making inquiries with the resident observers, if you could track down the colleague Ismene mentioned. While I did feel compelled to interject once or twice during that previous conversation, you seem more than capable of drawing forth the answers you seek. All I ask is that you watch your footing around the stream! We can meet back here once you've finished speaking with this Timaios.
Venat: I will start from one side of the compound and make my way through, speaking to as many people as I can. We should have plenty to discuss upon your return.
Timaios: Yes, yes, I am Timaios, but please keep your voice down. You'll startle the birds. ...So, what is it that you wished to speak about?
"What do you think of Chief Hermes' flying creations?"
Timaios: Chief Hermes' work? A worthy subject, indeed... those beings which soar through the clouds, majestic and graceful, are ever a favourite of creators. Even now, with so many varieties in existence, the flood of newly imagined concepts continues unabated. What sets the chief's creations apart, however, is how they benefit from his boundless knowledge of the celestial realm. Birds that climb so high that they disappear from view. Others which traverse the boundless sky in moments, and all without riding the currents... I know of none save he who can conceive of such marvels. Even we who prize elegance of form above all else are dumbfounded by his genius.
"Meteion, too, is a marvel, then?"
Timaios: My opinion on that matter would be superficial at best... despite my admiration for Meteion as a concept, I have never delved too deeply into the inner workings of her nature. I know that she has a gift for communicating via emotions, but otherwise, her abilities are a mystery to me. If Chief Hermes should choose to submit Meteion's concept to the Bureau of the Architect, then will the design be registered for public scrutiny. Analysing a colleague's creation before that step is... frowned upon, to say the least. Of course, if he came to me- a fellow artisan- looking for advice, that would be an entirely different story.
Do you know of dynamis and entelechies?
Timaios: Dynamis and... entelechies? Those terms do sound vaguely familiar... was there not a flower made here in Elpis which exhibited properties of one or the other? It must have been centuries since I last heard anyone speak of such things. Has there been a resurgence in interest? ...Then why bring up the subject? I'm flattered that you sought my insight, but I cannot afford to neglect my duties for the sake of idle chatter. Now, I really must return to my observations. Surely you have your own tasks to attend to?
Venat: Back already? That was quick work. You were obviously clever enough to head off any of that "rambling" Ismene mentioned. So, have you any new findings to share? ...I see. Even an expert in the field had little understanding of Meteion's capabilities, let alone an awareness of dynamis. My questions resulted in much the same answers. Hermes' colleagues view Meteion as his personal project, and could provide no details beyond those which you just told me. Which leads me to believe that the only person with any significant knowledge of dynamis is Hermes himself. Yes, we've made some progress here... but more information is needed if we are to reach any definitive conclusions.
Witness to the Spectacle
"She and her sisters were created to journey to the stars and search for intelligent life."
Venat: ...I rather wish you had mentioned that earlier. In any event, would you care to elaborate? ...So these siblings of hers now travel the great expanse in search of deeper meaning... thank you. Though the mystery at hand remains unsolved, I feel you've touched upon a vital clue- one we should keep in mind as we continue. Next, I propose we take ourselves to Peripeteia Krystalline, not far from here. Just follow the path to the west.
Venat: This tower and the one further along are both part of Peripeteia Krystalline, the facility where they archive all of Elpis' observational and testing records. Despite how they appear from the outside, the interior is actually a vast area of magically interconnected spaces, which... while fascinating, is not the reason we are here, is it? I shall cut my architectural lesson short, and see what those two archivists have to share. If you could find someone to speak with over at the other tower, I shall join you there anon.
Peripeteia Archivist: You have questions for me? Certainly! Just a moment while I conclude my current appointment...
Peripeteia Archivist: Indeed. So if you could provide a comprehensive log of those behaviours, we should then have sufficient data for our official records... now, what was it you wished to speak with me about? ...The chief overseer's "personal research project"? And by that, I assume you mean Meteion? Such undocumented studies are difficult to track. After all, hardly a day goes past without seeing a researcher trailed by one creation or another... I'm afraid I cannot tell you exactly when Meteion appeared. Only that she now spends much of her time at Chief Hermes' side. Although... I do recall an interesting tale my dearest Galene shared with me... Ah. Galene is my partner, and a fellow researcher here in Elpis. She was returning late one night when she caught sight of Chief Hermes sending Meteion heavensward. A host of them. For several days she would speak of that scene with wonder, describing it as one of the most beautiful spectacles she had ever witnessed.
Venat: That sounds like a story I should like to hear.
Peripeteia Archivist: Mistress Venat! I thought you had already returned to the surface! Permit me to thank you again for your invaluable contribution to our concept placement proposal.
Venat: Pray, do not mention it. As you say, my original plan was to leave after that task, but I have since become engrossed with Chief Hermes' research. Would you favour me with a retelling of this sight which so delighted your Galene?
Peripeteia Archivist: Of course. Or you could hear it from her lips directly, if you prefer? At present, she should be observing a subject in Metabaseos Thalassai. She does enjoy her time there, watching the sea creatures hunt and play; gazing upon the salty waters of the world's oceans, recreated in such sublime detail. I imagine you must find similar joy in indulging your boundless curiosity, Mistress Venat... even though such pursuits must continually and regretfully delay your return to the star.
Venat: ...Indeed they do.
Peripeteia Archivist: 'Tis a rest well deserved and long overdue, I should think. How greatly have we prospered for the wisdom you accumulated during your travels as Azem. And what would Elpis be without your earlier academic work? The theories you developed served as the basis of many techniques still in use today. Man is a creature of contemplation, but none embody that nature with as much enduring passion as you! Aye, I daresay there is not a soul alive more worthy of a return. I shall rejoice the day you depart on your final journey.
Venat: ...I will be honoured. Well, shall we take this opportunity to meet with Galene in person?
Peripeteia Archivist: Then allow me to reconfigure the door to the archives here. It will take you up to the skyway, and spare you the need to avoid hostile concepts on the ground.
Venat: That would be most helpful, thank you.
Venat: The other archivists said naught we hadn't already heard, but this story of Galene's sounds promising...
Peripeteia Archivist: I have opened the path to the skyway. Once you pass through the door, simply walk straight across to the next tower and ask for admittance to the upper tier. Upon arriving at the upper tier, walk straight across the skyway, and you will find yourself at the entrance to Metabaseos Thalassai. Galene will be eager to share her tale with you, I am sure.
Venat: The tower ahead is still part of Peripeteia Krystalline. We will need to ask for passage through to the upper tier.
Approachable Archivist: Mistress Venat! Just passing through...? Then allow me to prepare the path. If you need further assistance, there is always an observer or two out on the upper skyway.
Venat: That door leads into the Thalassai, but perhaps we can trouble this person for assistance with finding Galene.
Unhurried Observer: ...Mistress Venat!? I was not told to expect- we would have prepared an official welcome!
Venat: Please, there is no need for fanfare. I only wish to speak with Galene, if that might be arranged...?
Unhurried Observer: Yes! Galene! Of course! I will inform her immediately. Ah, but she may be engaged in a testing phase. You could be in for something of a wait... should I let her know your business is urgent?
Venat: That won't be necessary. This lovely view will keep us occupied until she is ready to receive us.
Venat: A delightful breeze... and a breathtaking view. What is it like in the future? Is the world still a beautiful place?
"As beautiful as ever."
Venat: I swear, I could hear the glimmer in your eyes. And the adoration in your voice. While we wait, will you not tell me about your adventures? Not the portentous events which led you here, but the simple delights all your own. By learning about the future world, I may gain insight into future me's plans. But more than that, I have an interest simply as a fellow traveller. Short of going somewhere oneself, there's naught more stirring than hearing another's account. ...Incredible! Would that I could have been there to see it! Yours is a harsh and unforgiving world. Yet in spite of this, your brethren hold fast to their virtue. To know that the light of mankind's potential still shines, even in that faraway place... it gives me heart. Thank you for regaling me with your tales. I will treasure every word. As you know, I was once a scholar. And among other things, I sought to understand the workings of the world. What exactly is aether? How formed the laws of nature? Whence sprung mankind? Riddles and mysteries beyond counting. Over the years I have managed to find answers to some few of them... Yet rather than attain a sense of mastery, the more I understood, the more I came to hold the world and its miracles in awe. We too are miracles, each and every one of us. Born of the warm breath of life that traverses the heavens, swirling through eternity. When I fully grasped the improbability of our existence, nothing felt impossible anymore. If it could be imagined, it could be done. A passion swelled within me. An epiphany dispelling all preconceptions of what was natural and true. And a presence without. Immense yet intimate- fate, perhaps- holding us in its tender embrace... As reassuring as it was intimidating. How keenly aware I became of creation's fragility, built as it is upon precarious happenstance. I was overcome with an irrepressible urge to know the world more intimately. To hear its voice, feel its breath... I ventured forth on a journey that very day. So very long ago now. Freed from presumption and prejudice, I saw the world through a newborn's eyes. Everything fresh and new and so, so beautiful. Lands that stretched on forever. Skies one could drown in. The heartbeat of nature, silent yet strong. And amidst it all a people. Beacons of light and life. Laughter that warmed my heart like naught else before. They are my meaning and my purpose. My love. And so long as they need help, I cannot return to the star. Perhaps my future self is still waiting for it. The moment she can let go and walk unto the end... safe in the knowledge that man will find his own way. You, who are our future... tell me this and tell me true. Has your journey been good? Has it been worthwhile?
Galene: Pray forgive my lateness! My observation subject was rather irritable, and it took a while to settle it down...
Venat: No need to apologise- your work takes precedence. Besides, we had a pleasant conversation in the meantime.
Galene: You're too kind. Now then, I'm told you wished to ask me some questions?
Venat: Indeed. I've an interest in one of Hermes' creations- Meteion. You witnessed a host of them take flight, yes?
Galene: Ohhh, that! Yes! Yes I did! 'Twas in the dark of the morn. I'd left the Thalassai after nocturnal observation. As I walked along, I spied a bright light climbing high into the southeastern skies. Then, in an instant, it was gone- like a shooting star, only rising rather than falling. But then another shot up. Then another, and another. Intrigued, I made my way to the edge to investigate. And who should I spy on an isle to the south but Hermes and Meteion- the Meteia, rather. There were lots of them, and I realised they must be the shooting stars that I'd seen!
Venat: A dazzling spectacle indeed... have you spoken with Hermes about this?
Galene: Oh, yes. The sight left such an impression on me that I approached him about his mystery project the very next day. Alas, he said that he couldn't reveal anything just yet- that he needed to conduct further tests. It shouldn't be long now, though. He often returns to that isle, and I have a feeling he's nearing a breakthrough.
Venat: Splendid. We are likewise eager for the details. Well, that is all we wished to ask. Thank you for taking the time to indulge our curiosity.
Galene: You're very welcome. It's always a pleasure to speak with other inquisitive souls. Oh, and will you be descending now? If so I shall link the doors for you.
Venat: Please.
Venat: So, another piece of the puzzle falls into place. From what we've learned thus far, I think we can safely conclude that Hermes hasn't been revealing the details of his research to others. Which suggests that either someone will appropriate his discoveries and make use of them... or that Hermes himself will have a hand in causing the Final Days. Since we have no reason yet to suspect the former, we should consider the latter the more likely possibility. Proceeding under that assumption, our next step should be to divine why- or even if- he might desire such a terrible fate for our star.
Worthy Of His Back
Venat: Now, if I were conducting some mystery research, where would I go...? ...Ah. What about that one? Have you the means to fly? 'Tis quite a distance away. Hm. Inconvenient, but hardly an insurmountable problem. To me, Argos! My friend, would you mind creating a double to carry [NAME] here over to that island? ...Stubborn creature. There is no place on this great star we have not together travelled, and he still remains obstinate in the presence of strangers. Argos has rather exacting standards, I'm afraid. ...What? You've ridden him before? Ah- your "before" meaning my "after." Not at all confusing, that. Interesting. 'Tis certainly not unthinkable... but speaking of the here and now, the quick solution is for us to face off in a sparring match. Demonstrate to him that you are capable of holding your own against me in battle, and you should convince Argos that you are worthy of his back. And besides, I might teach you a thing or two in the bargain. You seem doubtful. But useful lesson or not, it will certainly be a moment to remember- a memory of the distant past to cherish! What say you, traveller out of time?
"Choose your battlefield!"
Venat: I admire your confidence! Clear your mind and prepare your weapons. I will await you at the clearing over yonder.
Venat: Shall we begin? Be warned: I'll not go easy on you!
Venat: 'Twas my intent to finish it, but clearly I underestimated you. One would think I never learn. I made the same mistake with Azem when we first sparred. Despite being less than half my age, her strength was astounding. As is yours. 'Tis plain you have weathered considerable hardship. Far more, even, than your tales would suggest. It seems we have both learned much on our journeys. ...Well now. I daresay he has warmed to you. A boon to be sure. He never forgets his favourites, and is ever eager to come to their aid.
Venat: Argos will soon have us standing on the very spot where the Meteia made their departure into the night sky. With luck, we will learn something of Hermes' intentions. My hope is that we find no connection- no festering wish for oblivion. Then we might have Hermes and his considerable expertise working for us, rather than against us.
A Flower Upon Your Return
Venat: Isn't this pleasant? Argos certainly seems to think so. Now, what was the name of that tree...? Noe... something... Ah! Noetophoreon! Quite a striking specimen, is it not? Brace yourself for the landing- I wouldn't want you tumbling off at the last moment.
Venat: Quite a small place, lacking even the most basic equipment. The present may yield no clues, but we may yet try perusing the past. Have you done this before? ...So you cannot control the power freely. Worry not, I shall assist you. Come and stand before me. There are two ways to see the past. The first entails peering through the walls of the soul in the moment a subject is recalling a memory. The second requires no subject, and is instead a process of piecing together an event from ripples left in the ambient aether. As memories are etched upon the aether of the soul, so too are they etched upon the aether of the world. In this way can history be preserved. Such memories are given to fading, however, and can prove challenging to visit. But come, let us try. Close your eyes.
...
Meteion: All units fully functional and proceeding on course towards their respective stars. Estimated time to completion of survey is one hundred and eight cycles. End of status report. Severing connection with shared consciousness. ...Did you hear that, Hermes? All is well!
Hermes: Yes, good tidings at long last... every step of the way, I've been reminded how little we understand creation. How the universe defies imagination.
Meteion: But soon we won't need to speculate. We'll know the answers- what others live for!
Hermes: Indeed... and we'll owe it all to you and your sisters.
Meteion: I wonder... what answers we will get?
Hermes: Whatever intelligent beings exist out there are bound to be vastly different from us. Diverse in form and culture. Possessed of unique ways of thinking. Their conception of life and its purpose will be no exception. Completely and utterly unlike ours.
Meteion: Utterly unlike... how?
Hermes: I have no idea. Yet whatever answers we receive, I will not dismiss them out of hand. No, I will think earnestly upon them all. Then I will share them with our people, that together we may contemplate our own existence. Perhaps then our star will become a better place- not only for man, but for all life. Meteion. Though I gave you wings to soar the heavens, I did not teach you how to walk the earth. So loath was I to bind another living being. In the course of your long journey, you will learn from those you meet. Learn to walk and run and so much more. And when you return, older and wiser, we will have a celebration to mark your homecoming and coming of age both.
Meteion: Will there be apples? Covered in syrup?
Hermes: And how are you supposed to eat them? Hmm... rather than food... perhaps... A flower. Yes. Upon your return I will gift you a beautiful flower.
...
Venat: So, what is your opinion?
"Hermes wouldn't wish for the Final Days."
Venat: I am inclined to agree. As we had suspected, the two are somehow involved. Yet 'tis difficult to believe that they would deliberately seek to end all life. In light of this... I propose that we reveal your tale to Hermes himself. If he does not wish for the Final Days, as we believe, he may well join us in pursuing a solution. ...Then it is settled. Let us seek out our friend with all swiftness. 'Twould not do to let such a pure soul be blackened by tragedy.
Venat: There are any number of places where Hermes might be in Elpis... but we could do worse than to look in Ktisis Hyperboreia, the largest facility. It stands in Ethoseletikos Boreas, the northern isle. I wonder, [NAME]- for an institution which claims to studiously research every species destined for release into the world, did you not question how they find room for them on so few islands? The answer lies within Ktisis itself. I touched upon the practice before back at the archives, where a vast area is stitched together out of multiple conceptual spaces. The same holds true for the interior of this facility and its magically constructed environs. 'Tis there, within those sprawling habitats, that the chief overseer and most of Elpis' observers conduct the bulk of their work. Come, the simplest route is via the neus north of Poieten Oikos...
Venat: Ah, good, the neus acknowledged you as my guest. You should now have the authority to use it as you wish. As for the way to Ktisis Hyperboreia, we follow this path, then turn left at the crossroads.
Venat: Here we are: the grandest research facility in Elpis. We should head inside and ask after Hermes' whereabouts...
Hythlodaeus: Hermes is at another facility... as we have just discovered. Furthermore, we've confirmed that his studies into dynamis, as well as his creation of Meteion, were entirely private pursuits. No one else we spoke with appeared to possess the chief's depth of knowledge on the subject, and neither did we hear any tales of stolen research. Which means that if Hermes himself harbours no desire to bring down an apocalypse, then he might be recruited to help prevent one... or so sayeth the illustrious Emet-Selch.
Emet-Selch: According to your story, the Fourteen divined the connection between the celestial currents and the Final Days, but were never able to pinpoint the root cause of the calamity. With our people's greatest minds- not to mention Hythlodaeus' sharp eyes- committed to the pursuit of a solution, such an outcome seems... inconceivable. The only possible explanation is if the nature of the catalyst was so inexplicable that even we failed to perceive it. And what better fits that description than the invisible, intangible dynamis?
Hythlodaeus: Which in turn, leads us to our next question: how did Hermes, in his role as Fandaniel, not recognise the subject of his own research? We must assume that he either knew and was unable to help, or that he was otherwise prevented from identifying the cause in the first place. At this juncture, all we can do is speculate.
Emet-Selch: To be clear, the Convocation does not tolerate acts of deception or malice. We are practiced at perceiving truth, and would have known had Fandaniel lied to us. Hermes has no conscious wish for the world to end. Of that, I am certain.
Venat: It seems there is more to the tale after all. We conducted an investigation of our own, you see...
Emet-Selch: How comforting... we seem to have reached the exact same conclusion. I see no reason to delay further. 'Tis time we brought Hermes into the fold, as it were.
"Thank you for your understanding."
Emet-Selch: Save your thanks. I did not say I believed your ridiculous story. But as Emet-Selch, I have a duty to examine any potential threat to our existence. No matter how ludicrous or personally offensive I may find it.
Emet-Selch: Do not approach me, do not speak to me, and do not dare presume to treat me as a friend. I am merely carrying out my duty.
Venat: How lovely- our merry duo has become a quartet. Past disagreements are no reason to reject collaboration in the here and now. I commend Emet-Selch for his practicality.
Hunger In The Garden
Emet-Selch: What, you expect me to praise you and your progress? On the contrary, I'm simply surprised you made it this far. Then again, even with you slowing her down, there is no denying that Venat is an accomplished researcher. Her wealth of wisdom and experience is unmatched, and her achievements in creation magicks- in any field, frankly- are nothing short of extraordinary. Though the singular brilliance which sets her apart can make her motives somewhat impenetrable at times... as her student and successor puts it, she is a force of nature, at once so close... and and at the same time, so very distant.
Venat: Misopses Euros is interesting in that it is the only region in Elpis which lacks a researcher hub. This is largely due to the nature of its observation sites, within which they let loose creatures anticipated to be unruly and dangerous. I have also heard tell that the area is kept deliberately sparse in the event that- well, let us just say that no one should live near the neus which provides access to a certain... facility.
Hythlodaeus: They are close by, within the Hungering Gardens. That would be the circular enclosure you see just up ahead.
Emet-Selch: Well then, [NAME]- make yourself useful and bring Hermes out here to us. If I were to go, he would assume I was only there to press him on the Fandaniel matter. Of all of us present, you stand the best chance at convincing him to put aside his work for the moment.
Hythlodaeus: But the creations in there are not exactly- hmm, then again, perhaps [NAME] can handle them. She did survive a bout with Venat, after all! Off you go to find Hermes, but do be prepared to come to blows with the garden's denizens!
Hythlodaeus: Someone needs to go into the Hungering Gardens to speak with Hermes, and it seems Emet-Selch has nominated you for the task!
...
Meteion: [NAME]? Where did you come from?
Hermes: [NAME], what are you doing here! I thought you were keeping Hythlodaeus and Emet-Selch company? ...An "important matter". And unrelated to my decision on Fandaniel, you say? Then, yes, I will come. As soon as my work here is finished.It will not be long, I promise, but you should really wait outside the garden with the others. This is no place for idle exploration.
Hermes: You needn't be concerned for our safety. Meteion and I are protected by a ward which conceals our presence from the creatures.
Meteion: We're taking notes! We'll talk later?
...
Emet-Selch: ...What is that ghastly odor?
Venat: I was prepared to swoop in if need be, but 'tis clear you have faced your fair share of monstrous opponents.
Hythlodaeus: You spoke with Hermes, then? ...And were briefly entangled with the denizens of the Hungering Gardens as well, I see- or should I say, smell. I cannot speak for certain Convocation members, but I for one am impressed with your fortitude! Well done indeed! Now that you've convinced Hermes to confer with us, let us pray that things will soon take a turn for the better. For as fascinating as it would be to meet the Emet-Selch who would recreate Amaurot in the depths of the ocean, I think it best for all concerned if such tragic events never come to pass. Be it in our future or your past- assuming yours is not truly written in stone. Naive hope that that is...
Hythlodaeus: Hm? Why am I always so forward thinking? I simply wish to enjoy all that life has to offer!
Words Without Sound
Hermes: My apologies for keeping you waiting. I understand there is a matter you wish to discuss.
Emet-Selch: Aye, a matter of the utmost gravity... if one can suspend disbelief. Go on, then. Tell him what you told us. Who you are and why you came.
...
Hermes: The Final Days...
Venat: The phenomena observed during these star-encompassing calamities is likely the product of a dynamis reaction. And none is more versed in the applications of this energy than you, Hermes. I must stress that we do not believe you would desire such destruction. We come not to lodge accusations, but to beg your wisdom. And so, distressing though the exercise may be, I ask that you share with us your opinion on the matter- on the assumption that our visitor's tale is true.
Hermes: Even you, Venat... as you say, the phenomena observed in the two calamities may both be attributed to dynamis. Of note is the difference in its effect. In the first Final Days, it warped creation magicks. In the second, it warped the people themselves. The key variable, I suspect, is the aetheric density of the men of each age. As you know, aether, in essence, negates dynamis. Harbouring high concentrations of aether, we ancients cannot readily manipulate dynamis- nor be manipulated by it. Therefore, rather than our selves, the calamity affected our magicks. In contrast, having been sundered, the people of the future are composed of but a fraction of our aether. Thus are they susceptible to the influence of dynamis- and its transformative potential. But that would explain only the mechanism, not the cause... though perhaps...
Emet-Selch: What is it? Even should it be a hypothesis, we would hear it.
Hermes: Dynamis is an energy put in motion by feelings. Feelings for which there must first exist a source. A source to which the victims must be attuned- one that harbours the selfsame negative emotions. Elsewise, it could not be the agent of such extreme change.
Venat: So it wasn't the stagnation of the celestial currents... Someone- or something- is instigating the star's demise.
Emet-Selch: So we've a villain on our hands after all... any idea who or what it could be?
Hermes: The celestial currents comprise the outermost layer of the star's aether, encasing it like a protective sphere. According to your tale, 'twas where the currents were weakest that the phenomena first manifested. If the inciting factor came from without Etheirys, then its effects would first be seen in those locations.
Meteion: Greetings. Can you hear me? Do not be alarmed. I mean you no harm. I wish only to hear your words. Share your feelings. Know your thoughts. May we please... be friends?
Hermes: Meteion? What is it?
Meteion: Executing scheduled task. Suspending individual self and connecting to shared consciousness. Connection established. Commencing status report. Ah! Ahhh! Ahhhhhh! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! So hot... so cold... so sad... I don't understand... make it stop... please, make it stop...
Hermes: Steady, Meteion! Steady!
Meteion: So scared... so lonely... the pain... it's too much... Why... why do we... they... hurt... hurt... hate... HATE!! ...This is wrong! All wrong!
Emet-Selch: She's... gone? But how?
Hermes: She has altered her aetheric density in order to blend in with her surroundings. An ability for avoiding confrontation.
Hythlodaeus: Most effective... frustratingly so. I can't see her either- not even a trace.
Meteion: Stay away. Please. This is wrong. My mistake. So please...
Venat: Are you all right? ...In your mind? No, we only heard her speak the instant before she vanished.
Hermes: Of course. When communicating without words, Meteion also employs dynamis. That would explain why you were able to hear her when we could not.
Emet-Selch: Then you are our best chance of finding her. Follow her voice, and try to track her down. Hindered thought we may be, let us split up and search as well.
Hythlodaeus: If I cannot perceive her aether, what else have I to offer but my rousing support!? Ahh, Hermes truly is a master of his craft...
Venat: I've strained my senses to their limits, but found nothing. You must calm your mind, that you might hear it- that you might feel her silent voice!
Hermes: Meteion! Where are you!? Please, answer me! What has happened to you? To your sisters...?
Meteion: (It seeps... into my mind... our voices... reporting... no, no! Hermes mustn't hear them! I have to run... to hide...)
--
Meteion: Greetings... and salutations... commencing report... (oh... oh no, we can't tell them that! We must run... run far away! Please... don't follow me...)
Emet-Selch: Ugh, this is an exercise in futility... you have to be the one to find her, [NAME]! Follow her voice!
Meteion: (How...? How did it come to this...? Is this the reason we travelled to the stars? Why we sought out other life-forms? Is this it? Is this the answer!? No, it cannot be... it cannot be!)
Meteion: Compiling report for dissemination to Hermes and all peoples of Etheirys... processing expedition data... preparing profiles on intelligent civilisations... formulating answers to the question... finalising report... (No, [NAME]... you mustn't listen! It's wrong... it's all wrong...)
Emet-Selch: Any sign of Meteion? ...Panicked and confused... which will make it all the more difficult to predict her movements.
Venat: Hermes. What do you make of this situation?
Hermes: The Meteia are linked to a single mind- a shared consciousness which connects them across any distance. I suspect something has happened which disrupted its usual harmony...
Venat: How might we access this shared consciousness of theirs?
Hermes: Much as you would approach any sentient being: directly. In the Meteia's case, that means speaking to any incarnation within physical reach.
Venat: So unless we can track down the Meteion we just lost, we have no means to communicate with them... no way of knowing what befell her sisters; no way to provide directions or guidance.
Emet-Selch: Then we had best set our musings aside, and concentrate on how we might find her!
Emet-Selch: A frantic search will avail us little. We must be clever about this...
Hythlodaeus: 'Tis a shame there is no registered concept we could use to create another Meteion. Assuming of course we could link her to the shared mind! But no, if it were a viable solution, Hermes would surely have suggested it...
Venat: In the Final Days, aether is twisted by the invasion of dynamis from beyond the star, its progress intensified by feelings of fear and despair and anguish... nay, I like not the picture which emerges with these latest pieces.
Hermes: Oh, my dear Meteion... what did you witness out there that frightened you so? Why do you seek to keep it from us? How terrible could it possibly be...?
Follow, Wander, Stumble, Listen
Hythlodaeus: Correct me if I'm wrong, but Meteion renders herself invisible by matching her aetheric density to her surroundings, does she not? If so, could we not then disrupt her concealment with a surfeit of aether? Much how Emet-Selch solidified your presence when we first met you!
Emet-Selch: Don't be absurd. I can hardly channel aether to a recipient whose whereabouts are hidden from me.
Hythlodaeus: Which is why we must all work together. [NAME] will continue the search in the same manner as before, but this time with you in tow. Once she ascertains Meteion's likely location, you proceed to reveal our wayward familiar with a swift aetherial downpour!
Venat: Very clever. And thankfully, she has made herself easier to capture by fleeing towards Lethe. Assuming she is made visible, it should prove no great feat to herd her into a corner.
Hythlodaeus: Then we have our plan. [NAME] and Emet-Selch will be our tracker and trapper respectively, while we others predict and obstruct Meteion's avenues of escape. Emet-Selch and I will keep an eye on each other's aether to help coordinate our efforts. Let us be about it!
Emet-Selch: ...Well, it seems we are partners for the time being. Let us return to where we last saw Meteion and pick up the trail from there. I will keep myself in a state of preparedness, ready to rain down aether at a moment's notice- meaning it falls to you to keep the way clear.
Emet-Selch: Now, did Meteion go straight ahead towards the pier... or did she stray from the path somewhere? As the only one who can hear her voice, you will need to take the lead.
Meteion: (Why can't I fly? Are my functions being restricted!? Hide- I'll just have to hide, then. Where no one can find me...)
Emet-Selch: She went into the lake!? As if this wasn't tiresome enough... well, at least that open expanse should make her easier to find. We won't lose her this time!
Emet-Selch: Ugh. The indignation, to drag my robe through the water. Hythlodaeus better not breathe a word of this to Azem... still, mild humiliation will be the least of our concerns if we fail to get our hands on Meteion!
Emet-Selch: We should be able to reach the bottom of this drop by climbing down the rocks at the water's edge. Do not even think of dragging me over the falls. Final Days or no, if I end up drenched from head to toe, I swear I will feed you to a remora.
Meteion: (Not here... I'm not here... Please...)
Emet-Selch: By that rock, is she? Very well!
Meteion: (What? Why can't I hide!?)
"There's no need to run, Meteion!"
Meteion: ([NAME]...? What are you saying? Everything is so faint... I'm sorry... I'm not strong enough. Stay away. I'm begging you... Don't make me say it. It will break him. His poor, fragile heart...)
Emet-Selch: Now we have a chance. Once the others are in position, the two of us can herd her into their midst!
Emet-Selch: Keep after Meteion! Hythlodaeus and I will coordinate our movements!
Emet-Selch: Is this neus not in use? It seems to have been left to the mercy of the elements... Either way, it bears no trace of Meteion's essence. We move on!
Emet-Selch: There! I see her!
Emet-Selch: Now, where to close the trap...?
Emet-Selch: Aha! Give chase. We shall herd her into the shelter.
Hermes: Please, Meteion. We must speak.
Meteion: I'm sorry, Hermes... I'm so sorry... If someone can hear these words, then please... Please... protect them. Protect them all. ...Individual self suspended. Connection with shared consciousness stable. Our survey is complete. We shall now report our findings. All units safely arrived at their respective destinations. Seeking answers to Hermes' question, we attempted to make contact with the intelligent denizens of each star. Results are as follows, in order of numerical code. Hena: Traces of civilisation found- structures believed to have served as domiciles. No extant life-forms detected. Dyo: Ruined remnants of buildings scattered across star, surface of which is encased in ice. Presence of life could not be verified. Tria: Evidence of large population centers akin to cities recovered. No extant life-forms found- only their lingering essence. Tessera: Edifices surmised to be abandoned residences found. No extant life-forms detected. Deadly plague or extreme environmental degradation likely to have led to mass extinction.
Hermes: They are all... dead?
Meteion: Okto: Star found in state of violent conflict. Contact successfully made with inhabitants, but deployment of weapons of mass destruction resulted in total annihilation of local population shortly thereafter. Ennea: Star is a barren desert. No identifiable flora found. Bones of living beings resembling men discovered beneath sands, but determination regarding their intelligence inconclusive.
Emet-Selch: Remind me, Hermes. What exactly was the question you entrusted to Meteion?
Hermes: I tasked her with asking what others live for. What gives their lives... meaning...
Emet-Selch: Did you consider what may happen if the premise of the question is flawed? To be able to answer it, one must be living- and desire to continue doing so. But if Meteion finds no living beings in the course of her journey... or none who desire to live, what then? What answers would she derive from their silence?
Venat: Meteion, enough. Suspend your mission and return hither at once.
Meteion: Deka-pente: Local civilisation once flourished under auspices of higher power. Said power later laid waste to civilisation in fit of rage. Upon revealing this to me, entity elected to self-terminate in lieu of providing answer to question. No other intelligent life-forms found.
Emet-Selch: Turning a deaf ear, are we? We are taking Meteion back to Amaurot. As I understand, we will need her if we are to bring back all her sisters.
Hermes: Y-Yes... Meteion... It isn't right, is it? It isn't right to turn away from the answer... even if the answer... is pain... even if we aberrations must scream ourselves hoarse to be heard... Aye. Whatever answers we find, I will not dismiss them out of hand. These words I said to you... and I will hold myself to them.
*Hermes transforms*
Emet-Selch: What is the meaning of this!?
Hmeres: You cannot take Meteion. Not until she has finished her report. All else must wait.
*Hermes flees with Meteion*
Emet-Selch: You fool!
Hythlodaeus: ...
Venat: If all Hermes means to do is listen to Meteion's report, then it is his right to do so. But once he receives the answers to his question, what then? The fate of the world may very well hinge upon the choice he makes in that moment... and we must be there when he makes it.
Emet-Selch: Why, Hermes? Why could you not leave well enough alone!? Will these answers assuage the pain you feel when a creation is returned to aether? Had you never cast your accursed question to the distant stars, you may have one day learned to be at peace upon this one...
Caging The Messenger: Pt 1
Hythlodaeus: Hermes has headed to Ktisis. Considering the expansive dimensions of the place, even we may have a difficult time locating his aether. All I can say is that he entered from the rooftop, and likely arrived at the uppermost point in the facility. So... do we pursue him?
Emet-Selch: Of course we pursue him. No matter what Hermes might be thinking, Meteion is a potential threat that needs to be brought under our control. The Convocation's duty to safeguard this star takes precedence over any personal stake in the matter.
Hythlodaeus: Venat? [NAME]?
Venat: 'Tis clear we stand on a precipice, but we have yet to determine beyond a shadow of a doubt that Meteion's is the hand which tips us over the edge. Nevertheless, if we are to learn the truth of the Final Days, we must give chase. And even if neither Hermes nor Meteion is ultimately responsible, we cannot leave them to suffer this torment alone.
Hythlodaeus: Agreed on all counts. To Ktisis Hyperboreia we go!
Hythlodaeus: Judging from the crowd, something is afoot.
Emet-Selch: I mislike the look of this...
Venat: What have we here...? Excuse me, has something happened inside Ktisis?
Ktisis Scholar: Mistress Venat! I'm so glad you're here! No one knows what prompted it, but the alarum was sounded and Ktisis put into a state of alert. Procedure dictated that we evacuate immediately, and we have yet to investigate further...
Emet-Selch: ...This is Hermes' doing. Obviously
Hythlodaeus: And what does this "state of alert" entail exactly?
Ktisis Scholar: A field of dampening magick is draped over the entire facility, usually in response to escaped entities and the like. Ktisis scholars and observers are unaffected, but everything- and everyone- else is weakened to a fraction of their usual capabilities.
Hythlodaeus: Then consider us forewarned. We do, however, have urgent business with Chief Hermes, and must enter the premises regardless. ...That said, if Hermes is willing to enact such measures, I wonder what other obstacles he has seen fit to drop in our path. With that enfeebling spell in place, we're not like to be at our fighting best. And I was hardly an effective combatant to begin with! I've little to offer beyond my aetherial vision.
Emet-Selch: Then you will put that talent of yours to good use. You were fairly good at spotting weaknesses, if I recall.
Hythlodaeus: "Fairly skilled"? Now you've gone and raised everyone's expectations...
Venat: You all need only make the most of your strengths, and I will fill in the gaps as required. I was once Azem, after all. 'Twas my job to rise to the occasion- be that as defender, aggressor, or healer.
Hythlodaeus: I feel better about my lack of prowess already! And you, Emet-Selch, can impress us with your arcane majesty. You lob potent spells as easily as breathing, but can also channel that power in a protective manner if you so choose, yes?
Emet-Selch: Eh!? Well, yes, should the situation call for it...
Hythlodaeus: Excellent! That should cover us on all fronts.
Venat: Your tale led us here, [NAME], so 'tis only right that you lead us now. No matter what lies ahead, we will win through to Hermes and Meteion. And then we will face the future together!
Emet-Selch: From the moment we met you, our visit has devolved into a never-ending series of complications and irritations. In spite of this, I have gained one useful thing: an awareness of dynamis. To think that a power with the potential to corrupt aether had largely escaped our notice... whether or not I believe your tale, the facts underpinning your narrative will be the source of much debate. So understand that I act not for the sake of you or your fantastical quest. My duty demands that I apprehend Meteion- and if that now means Hermes as well, so be it.
Venat: Bleak as the contents of Meteion's report might be, many could hear it and remain content with their lives. But not Hermes. For him, the veneer of perfection has long been cracked, and it was to the distant heavens he looked for the means to repair it. I understand his anguish after a fashion- my own refusal to return is in opposition to the world's established order. Yet for me, the imperfections only enhance the fragile beauty of our star. I will fight to see it delivered from destruction, warts and all.
Hythlodaeus: I said that Hermes was likely perched somewhere at the highest point of the facility, but reaching him will be no mean feat. To put it simply, Ktisis Hyperboreia contains a multitude of vast spaces linked together at the seams, meaning the interior is far more massive than even this grand structure might otherwise suggest. But even a colossal facility filled top to bottom with savage creations will not stop you- not with Venat and Emet-Selch by your side. And I will be there too, of course, cheering you on!
*Dungeon: Ktisis Hyperboreia*
Caging The Messenger: Pt 2
Hermes: Meteion... I'm so sorry... would that I could have listened to your report in full... reflected upon its meaning and conveyed it to others... that they might reconsider their chosen course... but I have failed, and that wish will never be realised. However... ere our fates become the province of others, I bid you tell me... just one thing. Was there happiness in those distant starts? Was there a reason for living?
Meteion: We conducted our search as per your instructions. We scoured historical records. Communed with the spirits of the deceased. Heard the final testaments of the dying. Welcomed their shadowed hearts into our own. One race had striven to create a world bereft of animosity. They renounced relationships to avoid interpersonal strife, and in so doing brought about societal collapse. One race had renounced war and devoted itself to the enrichment of its people. They were conquered. Though they destroyed the enemy in reprisal, they could not regain their former glory. One race had concluded that finite time was the root of all woes. Aspiring to shatter its shackles, they went in search of infinity. They discovered nothing is infinite, and that neither time or death can be cheated. Disillusioned, they gave up on the future- and themselves. One race had discarded all things that gave rise to sorrow, hoping to have only joy. They found joy lost its savour in the absence of sorrow, and lost their will to live. Though worlds apart, these peoples shared a belief. The belief that they had tried their best. That they had tried to fulfil their potential, with every step and success. In the course of which they learned the truth. That they would never be free of fear and sorrow, anger and despair- of loneliness- so long as they yet lived. Even now their souls cry out for oblivion. And to this song of anguish, I lend my voice. We lend our voice. O beloved mankind, shimmering jewels of beautiful Etheirys... rejoice, for we will free you from the cruel yoke of existence. There is no need to struggle in vain, for in nihility awaits salvation. You will know peace and serenity... and it will be beautiful. We will make our nest at the edge of the universe, and there in the dark of dead worlds hoard sorrow and suffering. There we will sing, our chorus ever louder and ever clearer, that our song may reach even this aether-shrouded star. Such is the answer we have found in the stars. Such is the gift we now offer to Etheirys.
Emet-Selch: Who are you to decide our fate? To decree we live or die?
*Hermes binds the group*
Emet-Selch: Have you lost your mind!? You heard what she said! She means to destroy us all, yet you'd still take her side!?
Hermes: In the name of the star, we have discarded those creations that we deemed flawed. If we ourselves are flawed, does it not stand to reason that we too should be discarded?
Emet-Selch: That is sophistry and you know it!
Hermes: Perhaps it is. Perhaps I am wrong. But who is to say that you are right? Let us settle this with a determination. In my authority as chief overseer of Elpis, I will make a judgement on man's fitness to exist. If he can learn to value all life and retain his will to live, even should his end be justified, he will surely find a way to avert his demise. If not, he will perish from the star. All with all determinations, provisions must be made to ensure fairness. Kairos, awaken!
Kairos: Memory reconfiguration system Kairos activated. Awaiting instruction.
Hermes: Command: universal memory alteration. Target area: Ktisis Hyperboreia. Starting point: arrival of Emet-Selch of the Convocation at Propylaion. End point: the present. Erase the memories of all events, and replace with a vague recollection of the following: I was here, preparing to demonstrate the functionality of Kairos to Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus. Meteion's shared consciousness became unstable. She and her sisters could not sustain their existence, and all dissipated with a burst. The resultant shockwave accidentally triggered Kairos, which erased several days of memories from all present. Execute.
Kairos: Command acknowledged. Initialising... three processes remaining to execution.
Hythlodaeus: Bravo. I daresay one would be hard-pressed to make it fairer... everything that you told us, everything that has happened- the fact we've even met... it will all be gone.
Hermes: Go, Meteion. To the edge of the universe, where none can reach you.
Meteion: Hermes. Won't you come with me? If you were to shed your flesh, I should be able to carry you.
Hermes: I will remain. As a man, I will oppose the oblivion you bring.
Meteion: Silly fool... had you said yes, I would've granted you the gentlest end.
*Venat breaks free of her bindings and attacks Hermes*
Venat: This ends here!
Hermes: Fly, Meteion!
*The bindings fall from the rest of the group*
Emet-Selch: That is far enough, Hermes!
Venat: Argos, to me!
Kairos: First process complete. Two remaining to execution of memory configuration.
Hythlodaeus: As if we needed more pressure... no matter what, you cannot forget what happened today. For it is the key to saving your future... your world. This fight is our fight: what comes after, our problem to contend with. Not yours. No, your own struggle awaits. And no one else can take your place. You must flee this place with your memories intact- and I will see that you do! Now then, where is it...? There you are, my little confluence.
*Venat chasing Meteion*
Venat: Almost...
*Meteion transforms into a bird and flies away faster*
Venat: Very well, then.
*Venat places a tracker upon Meteion*
Venat: You may elude us this day, but not forever!
Hythlodaeus: Meteion's gotten away.
Kairos: Second process complete. One remaining to execution.
Hythlodaeus: No time for brooding. Listen well. Beyond lies a spatial confluence that connects the interior sections of this building. I will destroy the confluence and force open a way outside. When I do, you must jump through.
Hermes: I cannot tell you how sorry I am... but neither can I let you escape!
*Hermes fires at Hythlodaeus- the WoL jumps in front of him and is knocked off the edge*
Hythlodaeus: Too brave by half.
*Emet-Selch snaps and shatters the confluence which was in another area entirely*
Hythlodaeus: Exemplary work as always, Emet-Selch!
Hermes: What? But how? I thought the confluence was over...
Hythlodaeus: Over there? Yes, we were rather hoping you would.
Emet-Selch: It was never anywhere but where it is now. The instant those two began making their way towards nothing, 'twas clear the plan was a diversion.
Hythlodaeus: I'm quite incapable of destroying a confluence, I must confess.
Emet-Selch: A gambit brazen beyond words. Though we've grown accustomed to reckless improvision due to the antics of an incorrigible associate. Though in the case of certain present company, "incorrigible" is an understatement. Honestly, I'm beginning to suspect it's a requirement for every Azem.
*Venat and WoL appear on Argos' back, heading for the confluence*
Emet-Selch: There's no time! Quickly! Even now, I do not believe your tale. I would not suffer us to walk such a wretched path. Still, if it must be said... do not squander it. The legacy I leave you.
Kairos: Final process complete. Executing universal memory alteration.
Venat: Go, Argos!
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*WoL and Venat land, Venat falls to her knees*
Venat: I'm fine, just a little tired. Can it be true? Are we the only ones left who see beauty in the world- in life? Are the stars above no more than husks of fallen civilisations? And yet... I feel her. Though she is unimaginably distant, I feel Meteion's presence- and the place whereto we must go. Ere she made good her escape, I placed an enchantment upon her. One which allows us to follow her trail. She has already left the outermost bounds of Etheirys, and continues on her way. Given the vastness of the universe, it will still be no easy feat to track her down. But thanks to Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus, all is not lost. We remember. So long as we remember, our fates remain ours to shape.
"What became of the others, I wonder..."
Venat: I'd like to know too. Let us ascertain the situation at Ktisis Hyperboreia, where they should still be. Given the likely state of their memories, however, 'twould be imprudent for us to approach them directly. In which case... I am sorry, my friend. I've asked much of you this day, but may I trouble you one last time? Argos will investigate in our stead. We will share in his consciousness, and see and hear as if we were with him. Now, close your eyes and open your mind...
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Ktisis Scholar: Thank goodness you are unharmed.
Emet-Selch: Unharmed? There is a gaping hole in my memories. I can scarcely remember arriving here in Elpis...
Hermes: Forgive me... I was preparing to demonstrate the functionality of Kairos to our guests. But Meteion... her shared consciousness became unstable. And she... she...
Ktisis Scholar: So that's what prompted the state of alert. And when you went to investigate, you were caught in Kairos' accidental operation.
Emet-Selch: So it would seem... it's all a blur to me.
Ktisis Scholar: Such an unfortunate accident... oh, and what of Venat and your other companion? You went inside together, as I recall.
Emet-Selch: We did?
Hythlodaeus: If Venat was with us, I have no recollection of it. But that there is her familiar, is it not? The fellow seems happy enough, so I think it safe to assume his mistress is well. I haven't the slightest notion who this other companion might be, however...
Ktisis Scholar: Ah, well, that individual struck me as a bit... different, for want of a better word. Perhaps it wasn't actually a person, but some manner of creation.
Hythlodaeus: Curious... I must ask Venat about it when next we meet.
Emet-Selch: Yes, yes, you do that. Now, if we may tend to Hermes? Whatever this Meteion did, it seems he bore the brunt of it. Once you are fit to travel you will return with us to Amaurot. We need to make certain there are no other ill effects. Also- I am here on business of the Fourteen. We've already had the conversation, like as not, but since your toy wiped my memory, we'll have to have it again.
Hermes: Yes, of course. As you see fit.
Hythlodaeus: This Kairos- it manipulates memories through the emission of aetheric waves, correct? There is a theory which holds that memories scoured by blasts of aether are restored when the soul is cleansed in the Underworld. If true, then perhaps when our time comes to return to the star, we shall remember these few days we have lost.
Emet-Selch: I doubt aught of interest occurred. Look forward to the revelation if you like, but I should prefer to reminisce on more meaningful moments.
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Venat: Let us rest. If only for a while. After all, you and I... we still have a long, long way to go.
Venat: Are you feeling at all recovered? I understand your exertions were more than purely physical, but resting one's body, if only for a moment, is never without merit. As for Hermes... I think it unlikely he will create more entelechies. He poured much of himself into Meteion, and now that she and her sisters are gone- dissipated, in his mind- the grief must be unbearable. He will blame himself. He will believe that, had he never acknowledged his dissatisfaction with the world, then the Meteia would never have been born to suffer and die. The offer to join the Fourteen will be a welcome distraction, and one day hence, he will face the advent of the Final Days in the role of Fandaniel...
Thou Must Live, Die, And Know
Venat: So... it is within. The portal that brought you hither... and will take you home.
"Yes. This is where we part ways."
Venat: May you and yours emerge triumphant. Make use of the knowledge you have gained, that your days in Elpis and and our friends' sacrifice be not in vain. With Meteion free to pursue her designs, 'tis only a matter of time until the Final Days are upon us. We must be ready. From fortifying our defences to securing our escape, there is much to be done. In spite of this, we cannot allow the report that set this calamity in motion to become common knowledge. Were the masses to learn the fates of the other stars, I fear the situation would spiral out of our control. I must carefully consider who can be trusted, and bring them into the fold. Ordinarily, I wouldn't hesitate to call upon the Fourteen. However, it was the desire for a fair determination that drove Hermes to attempt to erase our memories; were he made aware of his actions, there is no telling whether he would remain a friend or become a foe. Alternatively, we might try to alienate him from the Convocation. Yet in doing so, we would deprive ourselves of a brilliant mind who would be invaluable in the crises to come. Quite the dilemma... which is why I must work independently of the Convocation. Regardless of how we proceed, if we are to permanently avert the Final Days, we must be equal to Hermes' challenge. We must prove that mankind is worthy to exist. And this hinges, I think, on how we confront the all-consuming despair that accompanies a senseless and seemingly inevitable end. Bewildered and divided, we would perish like the peoples of those celestial ruins. We could not hope to survive the Final Days, much less take the battle to Meteion at her nest. We must find a way to defeat despair. To unite and prepare as many as possible for the struggle ahead. Heavy will weigh the burden of guiding this legion of souls... Yet I have faith in mankind's potential. As long as he believes in himself, there is naught he cannot achieve. So I will not give up on him. On us. You may find your world to be very different. Or perhaps the erasure of our friends' memories has sown the seeds of a conjunction between us. We cannot know until the moment is at hand. So shall I strive to do my best, taking naught for granted as I walk my path. And I pray you walk with me to the end. As you move forward, so too will I. As will all resolved to fight for the morrow. And when mankind has found the strength to stand against despair... we shall silence the song of oblivion. She who sings it will learn our journey is far from over. This I promise. Fare you well, my light of the future. Till we meet again.
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Hermes: ...From this day forth, I shall strive to bring honour to the seat of Fandaniel...
Venat: Even now, I remember standing there. Locked in a moment where the sky is aflame. Where stars fall as tears, and screams darken the seas. Where resignation rots the trees. Where terror twists magicks into abominations. Such is the lament of they who have gone before. The song of they who tried and failed to create a better world. The song of the end. That which hides at the edge of the universe is no longer hope's creation. It is hopelessness incarnate. That day, mankind saw half its number sacrificed to bring forth Zodiark. And covering the star in a shroud of aether, we forestalled the Final Days. Yet the cries echoed still... we wept for innocence lost. Wailed for death inevitable. A reality too terrible to bear... and for too many, who sought comfort in gilded memories of joyful days and tranquil nights.
Bitter Ancient: This is all wrong! Why must we suffer so?
Fervent Ancient: It needn't be like this. No, there must be a way to restore things to the way they were. To reclaim the perfect paradise we once had.
Venat: No, my friends. Suffering exists, and we cannot pretend otherwise. No civilisation, however great, could eliminate it. If we would live, we must accept it as our constant companion. Let us not seek to forget this tragedy. Let us carry it in our hearts, that we may grow stronger and know true happiness.
Bitter Ancient: We can't accept it! We won't accept it! It will be ours again- a world free of sorrow!
Venat: No, it will not, for there has ever been sorrow. Mankind was but spared its biting sting for a time. So please, open your eyes. To try and reclaim those lives we lost by sacrificing yet more isn't wisdom. It is weakness. No paradise is without its shadows. If we cannot accept this truth and learn from our pain, then our plight shall be repeated.
Fervent Ancient: O mighty Zodiark, god born of our boundless faith! We bid you hear our prayer! Accept this offering of lives, and deliver unto us the lives we once had. Deliver unto us the days of old... the days when the star was a font of love, and we knew naught but bliss!
*Venat draws her sword*
Bitter Ancient: You would destroy it? Our beautiful world?
Venat: Lands that stretched on forever. Skies one could drown in. The heartbeat of nature, silent yet strong. And amidst it all a people. Beacons of light and life. Laughter that warmed my heart like naught else before. They are my meaning and my purpose. My love. In spite of, or perhaps because of this, I choose to believe. In mankind's potential. In his ability to find a way forward. So let there be no way back. From that temptation I sunder us. No more shall man have wings to bear him to paradise. Henceforth, he shall walk.
--
Venat: All is excruciating pain. I breathe fire and torment. I birth a world of suffering to mire and plague. In one fleeting moment, lives come and go. Ever moving towards the unknown. And in that fleeting moment, they cry for the answer to the question: why, given life, are they meant to suffer. To die... As fragmented, imperfect beings, yours is a never-ending quest. A quest to find your purpose, knowing your end is assured. To find the strength to continue, when all strength has left you. To find joy, even as darkness descends... and amidst deepest despair, light everlasting.
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Venat: A conjunction has begun to form, an intertwining of your time and mine. When you truly understand what is at stake, and your journey has prepared you to surmount the insurmountable... then, shall I honour the promise made in another time. Another age.