Purification - RPLOG
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Date
30/11/476
Log
With the onset of winter, the coastal swamps are muted. While they don't freeze over, the cold has nevertheless quietened things down considerably as most of the swamp fauna has gone into hibernation.
Today, a group of academicians has gathered at a certain spot in the deep mire, under heavy guard by a contingent of hired swords and rangers alike. There doesn't seem to be anyone distinctly in charge - at least, not with the way they've begun squabbling over how to best deal with the sundered stone altar that until recently was a dedication point.
Rixo shuffles up towards the group and tugs her helmet off, tucking it under her arm as she watches the debate. "So. I'm assuming this is the place, then. Intellectuals always argue when they get together."
Staff in hand Angus approaches, his new golem following doggedly behind him through the rough terrain. "Good evening everyone, I assume we are here for that?" He asks of no one in particular as he points to wards the destroyed dedication point, giving Rixo a tip of the hat in greeting as his golem slides up behind him and stands idly.
Kurzon's pressence is one that should have perhaps been expected, certainly his manner and mindset have always drawn him to this place. With his cloak pulled up and his armor fastened and girded against the cold, he is as often a ebon monoilith standing tall amidst beings. His golden gaze upon the ruins, his notebook open before him , the cowl of his cloak lit by burning lines of force that speak of his desire to purge and see more assistance in purging evil be brought forth.
"I am ready when you come to a consensus, having sketched the pieces I can see, we can perhaps speculate on the arrangement and repairs.
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Issi slogs though the bog towards the shattered artefact, thinking that now she's more ready to face what's here. She has a little knowledge of spellcraft, for now she is just here to make sure nothing further happens. Signing to the group of squabblers. (This is not the time nor the place for this.)
"There is a great difference between arguments and debates," Falx intones to Rixo as he approaches, "though this seems more of the former." He mainly returned because of his presence before, as well as his more than passing interest in creator technology. He gives a quick glance to Angus and his golem as well as one to Kurzon and Issi. His gaze fixes on Kurzon a moment when he states, "Repairs may not be as simple as placing parts where they belong, there could easily be more involved." He then looks to the artifact, simply stating, "Would it not be best for someone knowledgable in the appropriate fields to provide insight as to the first step in reparation?"
Selena sighs quietly as she makes her way through the swamp, laughing quietly at the 'discourse'. Angus's golem prompts a somewhat suprised look from the wolfess, then an almost slightly disappointed one when she recognises the fox responsible for it. "Angus, I didn't realise you were making these things too." She greets, looking about for a moment. "And Rixo, I haven't seen you in a very long time. Have you been all right?"
Turning her attention to the wreckage itself, she shakes her head in response to the wasp - "Frankly, I think it'd be ill-advised to reconstruct any dedication site here of all places. Better to record the math used and build one elsewhere, so a certain old one can't just take it again."
"This thing is clearly damaged beyond all use. We should write it off completely and forget that we ever took the time to come out here."
"There's the matter of Creator Steel! Besides, even if it's beyond salvaging, could it not be studied to see how it was -"
"I'm not comfortable with having that thing around me. Have you read the reports on how it ended up this way?"
"But...creator steel!"
The back and forth is aggravating, but at least Selena's presence and words have a little more clout than the average being's would. At least, everyone seems to agree that trying to recreate it here would be quite silly, and that it should be studied in further detail, but the rest is up in the air. Perhaps someone should examine the wrecked artifact in closer detail, and then perhaps devise a plan as to what to do. These poor fellows simply don't - but that's the problem with fieldwork without a clearly-defined goal.
Rixo smiles at Selana and nods. "Yes, it has been a while! I decided to wander for a bit, as usual, but I am back now! And I have been well, yes." She looks over at the researchers and shrugs to herself, content to let them speak amongst themselves for now.
Angus turns to face Selena as she speaks. "Ya, Sierra helped me create this Golem....I've been messing around ever since." He smiles a bit before he focuses back on the problem at hand, stepping up to the dedication point to study it. "Why not just carry it back? Get a few carts, and a lot of strong backs."
Kurzon's expression is thankfully unreadable in his cowl as he looks back at the wasp. But rather than waste energy or time he moves on, taking the slight with stoicism. Instead he uses the time and energy to continue the examination he'd begun when he started sketching, now taking a moment to label or describe the remaining parts in his notes. "There is much I don't recognise at a glance, we will need to examine this at length to decide how to make repairs, I pray we can even fabricate replacements for some of these finer parts. If we are to attempt dissassembly, we must be careful in the cataloguing of parts and connection points and order of arrangement."
Issi just shakes her head, where or when this thing is repaired will be moot, if it still carries Old One influence. Even if it doesn't right now, Selena is right, building it here wouldn't help. She walks as close to the broken shards as she could, taking out her staff just in case. Maybe this will be the time where the pact comes in handy.
Falx listens to the bickering and shakes his head. "Spellcraft is only part of this equation," he states directly. "As we are dealing with a Creator Artifact, someone knowledgable in such a field will be needed as well." He glances around, then asks, "Why is no Priest of such present for these dealings?" He shakes his head and looks to the artifact. However, he is unable to get a good enough idea of what he's actually looking at at the moment." Perhaps I could get a closer, maybe more in-depth, look, if that would be possible?"
Selena shakes her head as the suggestion is made to carry it back -- "Angus, the problem with that is one, this is a swamp. Two, carrying a full dedication spot like this out would necessitate completely destroying it. That said, more of the math on this wreck is illegible than not, and some is corrupted in its own right." She replies, moving in a bit further to get a closer look at the remaining magic. "For the purposes of this, Falx, I'd treat this as a broken spell, if only to avoid unnecessary zealotry - if a priest is present, then I expect they'd have said their piece already. Dedication points are artifacts, yes, but they aren't as poorly documented as the workings of the creator machines. This IS a spell, for all intents and purposes - just a very complicated one that I wouldn't want to tamper with if I valued my skin."
