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| − | <div></div><br> <br>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.<br> <br>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<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>Ictus hmms as he approaches the crowd to watch the proceedings and looks around curiously<br> <br>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."<br> <br>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<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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<br> <br>Traxin enters Saints Square, looking curiously about at the crowd, his ears twitching as he strains to hear what's being said.<br> <br>Ictus looks over at those he knows and smiles at them before continuing to watch<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>Traxin places his hands together and bows his head in reverance for the event, curiousity flickering across his face at what might happen next.<br> <br>Ryusho blinks and looks at Darquan, "I said if I was allowed too, Of course I wouldn't otherwise."<br> <br>Ictus blinks as he watches curiously and nods to Ryusho in agreement, before he looks to Darquan with a chuckle<br> <br>"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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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<br> <br>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?<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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?" | + | <div></div><br> <br>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.<br> <br>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<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>Ictus hmms as he approaches the crowd to watch the proceedings and looks around curiously<br> <br>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."<br> <br>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<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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<br> <br>Traxin enters Saints Square, looking curiously about at the crowd, his ears twitching as he strains to hear what's being said.<br> <br>Ictus looks over at those he knows and smiles at them before continuing to watch<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>Traxin places his hands together and bows his head in reverance for the event, curiousity flickering across his face at what might happen next.<br> <br>Ryusho blinks and looks at Darquan, "I said if I was allowed too, Of course I wouldn't otherwise."<br> <br>Ictus blinks as he watches curiously and nods to Ryusho in agreement, before he looks to Darquan with a chuckle<br> <br>"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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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<br> <br>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?<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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?"<br> <br>Ictus hmms? and blinks as the priests gasp and faint, looking to the image curiously as he wonders what it might mean<br> <br>Ryusho stands up a bit as he quirks his brow, with a slightly currious look as he sees the 1 there, though from how they act...there had not been a 1 or whatever in quite a bit..as he cants his head to one side, then the other...wondering what is going on<br> <br>The crane priest looks out as the doors to the church open to admit Lady Ironsoul and she beckons the large priest forward, "My sister, Creators be praised, our brothers have been overwhelmed by the moment. The ritual demands at least one further. Do you know the ritual of terminus appeasement, variation twenty, as written in the text of Lin?"<br> <br>Ryusho looks over to lady Kilsa,though as he notices her, he would move from his position to go and be/stay near her, though when she moves forward, he would partly be able to move forward with her, unless asked otherwise, as her retainer obviously that makes him a somehwat guardian for her, so he wants to stay near to a point.<br> <br>Rogna smiles as Kilsa enters, but can't help but feel for her that she has been dragged into the ceremony as soon as she walkded in. He hears a nagging in the back of his head as he watches, his soul ofering him imformation that he continues to push aside.<br> <br>Kilsa smiles sadly at the other priest, "While I am noble sister, I have not be a priest long enough to memorize this." She bows humbly, "Please refresh my memory and calm down those who do not know as well."<br> <br>Darquan definitely becomes one of those who turn his focus from the machine and the priests to that of the new arrival. He recognizes her, of course, yet he does nothing to approach or hinder her movements even while the crane is speaking with her. He continues to remain silent for the present time...<br> <br>Ictus blinks as Kilsa is dragged into the ceremony and shakes his head at Ryu as he approaches her<br> <br>Ryusho is only moving close while in the crowd, eh won't follow her closer to the thing then the front of the crowd unless it was something that was requested.<br> <br>Some dissapointment, but desperate times. The crane priestess gestures Kilsa closer insistently, trying to coax the larger to stand at a very specific place in relation to the pedestal, so much as to nudge the fallen priest out of the way. Not kicking of course, but the smooth and polished floor proves amendable to sliding the sleeping body out of the way. This is when she notices another presence, and pauses, peering at Ryusho with shock, "Sir, this is a divine ritual. You must take your seat, please. We dare not offend the spirits, they are at the cusp of deliverance!" she says, tone not reprimanding, but instead fearful, almost panicked, as if Ryusho's presence could cause great harm.<br> <br>Ryusho bows his head as he realised he had scooted forward on accident, "My appoligies...I did not realise I had stepped -forward- like I had done...I only ment to be near her untill the edge of the crowd, My mistake." he says as he scoots back somewhat, to be at the edge and front of the crowd, but not ahead of them that was a mistake on his part, unless told or odered otherwise.<br> <br>Kilsa moves with the priest and stands in the designated spot. "I'm in your hands." She give Ryusho and approving look before motioning for him to listen to the priest and stand to side. "Instruct me on what is required of me, sister." She ask as formally as possible due to the noble soulgem currently giving her a boost in proper speaking.<br> <br>Traxin looks with interest at Ryusho approaching, then starts tapping a little agitatedly at the crane priestess's frightened tone. He glances around at the pedestal and the crowd, mildly reassured at as Kilsa begins talking.<br> <br>Darquan does not react in any way to the Tegu's apparent breach of procedure, knowing this one's recent social advancement. Still, like others, he does have some slight trepadation (sp?) over this. <br> <br>Some hurried coaching. Fortunately, that position is only required to intone the sacred words of power that access particular portions of the device, and the few words remaining to be spelled out are exchanged before the crane is back before the machine, taking a slow breath before she reaches out, touching the one as if it could strike her dead for the insolence. The one blinks away, replaced with a dense maze of the ancient lettering. She raises her hands high, "Behold, children of the Creators. They speak, and their word is good!" Of course, she hasn't actually read it yet, but ritual is ritual. Now she reads, staring, scanning and brushing the letters on as she goes.<br> <br>Rogna looks curiously to before returning his gaze on the ritual. It will all unfold soon, the priestess had said, and this would be a message worth hearing indeed. He adjusts his cape to improve his appearance although there was nothing wrong with it at all.<br> <br>Darquan watches the screen intently as the text flows onto it from its memory banks. Whatever it is saying is rather lengthy, or so it appears to his untrained eye. The ritualistic shout is unknown to him as it has never been stated, but there is still some infectuous elation going along with them. Their gods have spoken! After so much time has passed...<br> <br>Ictus watches on intently as he waits for the announcement eagerly<br> <br>Kilsa begins to scan the words as they appear and follows the rest of the priest in saying the words. She desperately hopes that the word is indeed good because Promise could always use more good news.<br> <br>Traxin holds his breath momentarily in anticipation of what the message from the Creators will be...<br> <br>If the crane were as her feral ancestors, there would be far less hints given, but as it is, the flesh of her beak that forms her lips pale, draining of color. Each sweep of letters comes with a more quivering hand, clearly disturbed by whatever she is reading. As if just noticing she's the focus of attention of so many people, the machine priest takes a more confident posture and composes herself, sweeping away the message, "We must meditate on the meaning of this most sacred message, but first, it must be scribed." Hurriedly, a quill and several clean parchment sheets are provided. Only the head priest moves to do the scribing, apparently not for anyone else to dare put to paper the word of the gods. Only when this duty is done, the paper rolled and whisked away, does she address the crowd, "You are all blessed to be in attendance of this, the first sign that our Creators have yet plans for us. We have not been forgotten!" she announces loudly and clearly.<br> <br>Silverlynx adjusts alittle as she sits in the back as she watches, the warrior with her hemlet off her head at the moment.<br> <br>Ryusho slowly quirks his brow, as he had been paying attention quite a bit, he noticed things seemed...out of place, as he wonders what was said...the large tegu shifting his position a bit glancing at the crowd, though he would not be supprised if the crowd was either currious or some not at ease from noticing how..-tense- the priests had gotten durring that....<br> <br>Kilsa raises and eyebrow at the machine priest, her social graces allow her the tact of openingly questioning such a benevolent message. She continues to follow the lead of her peers and waits for the priest to continue.<br> <br>The gator is definitely not one to miss the fact that the message is apparently not good news, if the priest's reaction is to be any indication. He gets a sinking feeling for a reason he cannot put to words, which actually caused him to stare more intently at the screen. He actually tries to see if he can read what is written there before it is too late to do so...provided it's at the correct angle and all. |
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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?"
Ictus hmms? and blinks as the priests gasp and faint, looking to the image curiously as he wonders what it might mean
Ryusho stands up a bit as he quirks his brow, with a slightly currious look as he sees the 1 there, though from how they act...there had not been a 1 or whatever in quite a bit..as he cants his head to one side, then the other...wondering what is going on
The crane priest looks out as the doors to the church open to admit Lady Ironsoul and she beckons the large priest forward, "My sister, Creators be praised, our brothers have been overwhelmed by the moment. The ritual demands at least one further. Do you know the ritual of terminus appeasement, variation twenty, as written in the text of Lin?"
Ryusho looks over to lady Kilsa,though as he notices her, he would move from his position to go and be/stay near her, though when she moves forward, he would partly be able to move forward with her, unless asked otherwise, as her retainer obviously that makes him a somehwat guardian for her, so he wants to stay near to a point.
Rogna smiles as Kilsa enters, but can't help but feel for her that she has been dragged into the ceremony as soon as she walkded in. He hears a nagging in the back of his head as he watches, his soul ofering him imformation that he continues to push aside.
Kilsa smiles sadly at the other priest, "While I am noble sister, I have not be a priest long enough to memorize this." She bows humbly, "Please refresh my memory and calm down those who do not know as well."
Darquan definitely becomes one of those who turn his focus from the machine and the priests to that of the new arrival. He recognizes her, of course, yet he does nothing to approach or hinder her movements even while the crane is speaking with her. He continues to remain silent for the present time...
Ictus blinks as Kilsa is dragged into the ceremony and shakes his head at Ryu as he approaches her
Ryusho is only moving close while in the crowd, eh won't follow her closer to the thing then the front of the crowd unless it was something that was requested.
Some dissapointment, but desperate times. The crane priestess gestures Kilsa closer insistently, trying to coax the larger to stand at a very specific place in relation to the pedestal, so much as to nudge the fallen priest out of the way. Not kicking of course, but the smooth and polished floor proves amendable to sliding the sleeping body out of the way. This is when she notices another presence, and pauses, peering at Ryusho with shock, "Sir, this is a divine ritual. You must take your seat, please. We dare not offend the spirits, they are at the cusp of deliverance!" she says, tone not reprimanding, but instead fearful, almost panicked, as if Ryusho's presence could cause great harm.
Ryusho bows his head as he realised he had scooted forward on accident, "My appoligies...I did not realise I had stepped -forward- like I had done...I only ment to be near her untill the edge of the crowd, My mistake." he says as he scoots back somewhat, to be at the edge and front of the crowd, but not ahead of them that was a mistake on his part, unless told or odered otherwise.
Kilsa moves with the priest and stands in the designated spot. "I'm in your hands." She give Ryusho and approving look before motioning for him to listen to the priest and stand to side. "Instruct me on what is required of me, sister." She ask as formally as possible due to the noble soulgem currently giving her a boost in proper speaking.
Traxin looks with interest at Ryusho approaching, then starts tapping a little agitatedly at the crane priestess's frightened tone. He glances around at the pedestal and the crowd, mildly reassured at as Kilsa begins talking.
Darquan does not react in any way to the Tegu's apparent breach of procedure, knowing this one's recent social advancement. Still, like others, he does have some slight trepadation (sp?) over this.
Some hurried coaching. Fortunately, that position is only required to intone the sacred words of power that access particular portions of the device, and the few words remaining to be spelled out are exchanged before the crane is back before the machine, taking a slow breath before she reaches out, touching the one as if it could strike her dead for the insolence. The one blinks away, replaced with a dense maze of the ancient lettering. She raises her hands high, "Behold, children of the Creators. They speak, and their word is good!" Of course, she hasn't actually read it yet, but ritual is ritual. Now she reads, staring, scanning and brushing the letters on as she goes.
Rogna looks curiously to before returning his gaze on the ritual. It will all unfold soon, the priestess had said, and this would be a message worth hearing indeed. He adjusts his cape to improve his appearance although there was nothing wrong with it at all.
Darquan watches the screen intently as the text flows onto it from its memory banks. Whatever it is saying is rather lengthy, or so it appears to his untrained eye. The ritualistic shout is unknown to him as it has never been stated, but there is still some infectuous elation going along with them. Their gods have spoken! After so much time has passed...
Ictus watches on intently as he waits for the announcement eagerly
Kilsa begins to scan the words as they appear and follows the rest of the priest in saying the words. She desperately hopes that the word is indeed good because Promise could always use more good news.
Traxin holds his breath momentarily in anticipation of what the message from the Creators will be...
If the crane were as her feral ancestors, there would be far less hints given, but as it is, the flesh of her beak that forms her lips pale, draining of color. Each sweep of letters comes with a more quivering hand, clearly disturbed by whatever she is reading. As if just noticing she's the focus of attention of so many people, the machine priest takes a more confident posture and composes herself, sweeping away the message, "We must meditate on the meaning of this most sacred message, but first, it must be scribed." Hurriedly, a quill and several clean parchment sheets are provided. Only the head priest moves to do the scribing, apparently not for anyone else to dare put to paper the word of the gods. Only when this duty is done, the paper rolled and whisked away, does she address the crowd, "You are all blessed to be in attendance of this, the first sign that our Creators have yet plans for us. We have not been forgotten!" she announces loudly and clearly.
Silverlynx adjusts alittle as she sits in the back as she watches, the warrior with her hemlet off her head at the moment.
Ryusho slowly quirks his brow, as he had been paying attention quite a bit, he noticed things seemed...out of place, as he wonders what was said...the large tegu shifting his position a bit glancing at the crowd, though he would not be supprised if the crowd was either currious or some not at ease from noticing how..-tense- the priests had gotten durring that....
Kilsa raises and eyebrow at the machine priest, her social graces allow her the tact of openingly questioning such a benevolent message. She continues to follow the lead of her peers and waits for the priest to continue.
The gator is definitely not one to miss the fact that the message is apparently not good news, if the priest's reaction is to be any indication. He gets a sinking feeling for a reason he cannot put to words, which actually caused him to stare more intently at the screen. He actually tries to see if he can read what is written there before it is too late to do so...provided it's at the correct angle and all.
