Word From The Past - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
8/9/475
Log
A small crowd has gathered inside the great church, and for good reason. It's been over a century since an artifact of the Creators was brought out. The device in question is a strange pedestal with a crystal dome on top and many small indentations on the side, each with a cryptic glyph that looks somewhat like a common letter, but off and alien. The priests are circling the device, gently fussing over it, whispering prayers to the machine priests and the Creators while going through the steps to bring it to life.
Ryusho could not help but look as he cants his head from side to side, though taller then most others keeps him a bit farther back, though if he could without getting in someones way would almost scoot slightly forward, to try to get a look, as he was rather currious, and well, I suppose its the dragon in him but he is also normally quitec urrious about the workings of things...artifacts of the creator or not..just ..how things work facinates him sometimes
Rogna wears his priest soul today, of course his noble soul gem is on him at all times, it's a large part of who he is. He watches the priests with great interests, feeling privledged to even be here to see such an event. He listens to their prayers and attempts to listen to their whispers as he pays great attention to the activity.
Darquan had been out in the Marketplace when the word spread like wildfire. He arrives before too much time has passed and has a front row seat, so to speak, to the spectacle. He doesn't seem to care overmuch of his equally tall height compared to the Tegu, though he does move slightly to the side when someone in the crowd complains about not being able to see. A child is actually scooped up onto his shoulders for a better view...provided any are present for this.
Ictus hmms as he approaches the crowd to watch the proceedings and looks around curiously
The prayers are clear, if spoken softly, beseeching the spirits of the machine to cooperate, and intoning the ancient instructions. Religion is the only way that it is remembered exactly how to use the thing. A priest moves up to the buttons and kneels before them, "Oh Creators, we humbly use your holy artifacts, knowing that it belongs to you always, and that you may reclaim them when you wish. We thank you for your divine power and humbly beg you allow our trespass."
Ryusho is quiet though he continues to watch interestedly, almost like he is studying the machine or device as he can from here, though he doesn't dare try to move forward compared to anyone else at the front, to get a better look, as he doesn't want to intrude, even though he is so very currious
Darquan keeps the youngster on his shoulders while the priests begin the ceremony to attempt to glean insight upon the artifact. He joins the others present for any communal ritual, chanting, and whatnot when it happens, alert for any sense of change in the scenery.
Rogna pays very close attention to this part of the proceeding, watching the machine and button pressing curiously. The creators sure hadd some interesting devices, why if only one could fit such a thing in the palm of their hands they could recieve it's blessings at anytime. He adjusts his cqape and listens close
Traxin enters Saints Square, looking curiously about at the crowd, his ears twitching as he strains to hear what's being said.
Ictus looks over at those he knows and smiles at them before continuing to watch
Click, goes a button. The dome at the top of the pedastarl warms to brillians, swirling a moment before a strange glyph hovers in the air with the same alien, almost letters under it. The priests sing aloud the words, close to what one might guess they are, and yet so far off. Centuries of linguistic drift taking its toll. A blinking box appears, and the priests sing each letter as its struck on the pad, tick tick tick tick tick, tick. The glyph vanishes in a swirl of light as a soft voice beckons with a horribly archaic word for 'Welcome', and the priests give their praises.
Ryusho shifts slightly, as he watches in amazement, "...such a..intricate device..." he says softly, "...I would love to, if I was allowed, just to look...to find out how it works...but ..I would never do such..." he says softly, meaning he wouldn't for fear of damaging it.
Darquan turns his head slightly toward the Tegu, "You would know from your schooling that to approach it would mean your execution unless you were of the priesthood or were summoned up to it." Okay, maybe not the full truth there, but Religion Is Religion and all that.
Traxin places his hands together and bows his head in reverance for the event, curiousity flickering across his face at what might happen next.
Ryusho blinks and looks at Darquan, "I said if I was allowed too, Of course I wouldn't otherwise."
Ictus blinks as he watches curiously and nods to Ryusho in agreement, before he looks to Darquan with a chuckle
"We shall," speaks the head priestess of the ceremony, wearing the garbs of the machine priesthood, a female of the Clever Folk, crane born, "consult with the machine spirits as is tradition, and determine if the Creators have a missive for us, before we put forward our plea." Of course, the Creators have not left a missive for anyone in quite a long time, still, the ceremony is not mutable, and with waves of clever hands, she begins to manipulate the device, each motion punctuated with the song and change of her fellows. Each step is carefully planned, likely practiced for some time.
It is all that the Gator can do but watch, wait, and listen. Still, he does manage a smile to the Tegu and even nod to him before he finally puts the youngster back down onto the ground. With as much wiggling as the kid was doing, it wouldn't do to have chafing in those spots, regardless of gender or even species.
Rogna smiles and watches the proceedings in silence. 'Tradion is traditiion.' he thinks and briefly glances around the room. Who else might be watching such a thing? He drops the thought as he realizes he may be missing something important.
Ryusho would only shift as quietly he begins to focus on what is going on, though not really paying the most attention to everyone else as he rubs his head in curriosity even as he watches
Strange pictures and words form and fade, conjured, banished, and conjured again, manipulated until a blank white board appears, a pause, and a queer but recognizable number 1 appears in the upper righthand corner. The priest throws up her hands in shock. Several, lesser fortified, priests pass out on the spot. Their reaction causes sudden loud murmering in the crowd, excitement, fear, shock. What was going on?
Traxin ponders the thought of a missive being left by the creators, even as he watches Ryusho from the back of the crowd. TThe cheetah tilts his head to the side, then shakes it briefly before going back to paying attention to the priests. At the latest development, he hisses to the nearest bystander "What's happening?", straining to get a good view of what's going on.
Kilsa enters the event a little late due to noble duties keeping her busy, Kilsa walks into the room and look at the number and doesn't know what she should be doing but from her superiors reaction this isn't good. She decides to hang back until she is needed observing all the reactions and waiting to catch an explanation.
Darquan is able to put the child down and return his attention to the proceedings with plenty of time to spare. The sudden change in attitude of the priesthood causes him to cock his head to one side. To his knowledge there has never been a number to appear in that location. What could it mean? Good? Bad? Something else entirely?"
