A Forsaken Message - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
28/12/475
Log
A fair crowd has assembled. The chill time of December gets them to head inside and settle on the warm seating swiftly. The front of the chamber is occupied with the artifact. A great pedestal with many tiny and strange letters on one portion of it, but otherwise mostly featureless. Many machine priests are in attendance, waiting somberly. The priest of the mass is a female crane that regards the crowd more kindly.
Kilsa step into the familiar looking room with a deep focus, "I hope this turns out a little better she mumbles to her self." Kilsa is dressed in her finest Priest robes, Her clan emblem is on one sholder while her house seal is on the other. She doesn't take a seat but stands to the back incase the crane needed her or needed a hammering.
Arimia slips into the room with her golem following behind her. She does her best to remain inconspicuous and moves to stand at the rear of the room, leaning against the back wall with her golem beside her. She's absent any clan seal or other identifying markers.
Selena rushes into the square, panting quietly as she gravitates towards the familiar Kilsa. "So, do you think we'll hear anything?" she murmurs across to the badger, idling next to her for a moment, waving across to Arimia before leanin back next to the Badger.
Kiyasai has made her way into the crowd for scholastic studies, of course, though she's in her priest garb and her ornate armor, polished to a gleam. A stack of paper is brought with her as she tries to record down what she's watching for later study. As her current group forms, she moves over to complete the unit, ears folding flat as she smiles. "This is very interesting...so many priests in one place."
"It's good to see so many here today," speaks the priest, her clever folk badge more visible as she rises and spreads her hands in greeting, "The process is a little different today, I'm sure you understand, as we will be consulting with the Creators directly, to see if they have new messages for us. We have been lax in our duties with this, but no more. It is our fault, as priests, to have put this duty aside, and we apologize." She bows her head, then gestures to the pedestal, "This is the device that allows us to see what the Creators wish for us to know."
Kilsa growls, "Machine priest.." She grumbles under her breath but is secretly excited to see what the creators have planned. "I wounder what they have to say." Kilsa said in a farm more hopeful voice than her crossed arms and scowling face belied. Her gaze was boring holes into the crane as she spoke to the crowd.
Arimia looks on with interest as the device is presented, but apparently not enough interest to leave the back wall. She does offer a small wave to Selena in return, but her attention is on the stage. Or more accurately the device on the stage, with little interest for those up there with it.
Selena looks across at the odd machinery. "Well, at the very least the ceremony will be interesting." She comments, a little confused by Kilsa's response.
Kiyasai is just staring now, a sketch already formed under the scribbles of her ambidextrous hands as she records the process word by word, this being different from what her formal priest training has taught her. "It is." She tells Selena without looking.
The priest steps away from the pedestal and joins the others. Her fingers gently brush over the artifact and they begin to inspect it one last time. Apparently satisfied, they move around it, leaving just her standing before the buttons, which she presses one. A soft hum, and a picture appears with ancient dialect on it, hovering in the air. The priests begin to chant in the old tongue, singing the steps before they are done, even the waiting parts, which is what takes up the first portion.
Kilsa nods but doesn't say a word as this ceremony is still sacred and as priest she should at least respect the Creators even if she has her doubts of thier followers. The Badger takes a few steps to get a closer but respectful distance away.
Arimia watches, narrowing her eyes slightly as the button is pressed and the picture appears, almost as if she's trying to read it. Her tail flicks and she moves away from her wall, getting a bit closer for a better view, though still staying toward the back. As the chanting goes on she starts to subconsciously tap one of her feet in impatience.
Selena sighs quietly. "And I can't understand what they're saying. That's probably my only regret." She chuckles under her breath, watching the odd proceedings intently nonetheless.
Kiyasai waves angrily as a priest mumbles a syllable wrongly and pouts. "I could do better. It's really not that hard to understand...just five years of study. Creator tech."
A floating line appears and they go silent a moment before they begin to chant letters in strong and powerful tones, each coinciding with a strike of a key, firm and decisive indeed. Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap. The line moves to the right with asterisks moving in behind it. One last exalted exclamation, and the image fades to a new one with many little glyphs floating there, leading the priests to sing their praise at reaching this step without incident.
Kilsa eyes light up at the commotion. "ooh." She can feel her heart beating in excitemnt that they have come this far, her training helping her recongize some of what they are doing. "This might be it.." She whispers her hands clenching in sheer excitment.
Arimia stops tapping her foot as something finally starts happening beyond just chanting. She shifts around, leaving her golem where it is, for a closer look at the image being displayed by the machine. Likely having to pick her way through the crowd a bit to get somewhere that she can actually see, with her short height.
Selena smiles faintly, watching the odd old technology doing its work, wishing she could walk up and watch from a closer point, maybe taking a look at the machine... "What's happening, Kilsa..?" She asks quietly, with genuine curiousity.
"They have to be careful at this part or they'll make the messenger spirit angry and we'll lose it forever. But so far so good...they're doing very efficiently." Kiya is bristling with excitement rightnow, tail swirling behind her. When the exalted prayers start though, she falls silent and still, mumbling words of praise along with the other priests, her amulet held in hand.
The crane turns towards the crowd, "Before we may consult with the oracle, we must check for messages from the Creators. I will guide the machine spirit to this." She turns back, takes a soft breath, and with a look of concentration, she gestures meticulously, pointing at one of the glyphs twice rapidly as the other priests resume their song chant. A few keys are pressed, and the glyphs are gone, replaced with a new layout. A smaller box appears before the rest with a circling picture appearing, spinning around as the priests sing of cycles. Ding! The number 1 has not changed as the rest of the language did. A triumph for the people's reverence for math, perhaps. "A new message," she exclaims, joyful and terrified all at once.
Selena's intent look turns to surprise, looking onward to the front in anticipation
Kilsa shoulder slump with the thought that this might similar to the last time she was here, "And me without my hammer." She looked at everything and can't see anything that seem odd so she pushes down her negativity and moves a little closer but not so close as to get in anyones way being a seven foot badger.
