...A cataclysm. A being who took over our city... and claimed to set the Great Spirit himself to sleep.
Nothing was ever the same after that. The bioquakes, the ocean itself... the suns and the stars.
No one truly expected it. No one, except...
[Him.
The ground snaps forward as though being yanked through space by an invisible hand. You feel unsteady and will need to catch yourself.
You can hear the echoes of reaction as you do so - warbled, confused, distant. Someone, somewhere, elsewhere.
"Is everything alright?"
"What's with him?"
Though Vakama is stumbling right along aside Ashley, he does at least try to reach back out to her as soon as he has his footing again.]
Easy. Easy, that... that will happen a lot, I'm afraid.
[The space you raise up into has has the ceiling and one of the walls completely blown out, revealing the darkened sky and smoke filled walkways trailing up and up into forever. It's a foundry, an enormous forge set in the center with equipment and tools strung from every available piece of metal, parts and craftings and molds and masks scattered like so much debris.
At the foot of the ruins lies a sphere. The hatch is open, with lights blinking on and off. But the sphere itself looks empty.
Vakama's exhausted demeanor only deepens at the site of it, choosing to ignore as he tries to get a better view of his bearings. But surely it would be fine to take a closer look.
Surely you would trust your h̴̠̣̪̊̊e̸̯̚r̷̢̬̹̾o̷̻̭̭̾͑͂̓̋e̴̢̡̪̋̂̇̓ͅs̷̛͉͖̥̬̯̈́̓]
And this... this is my foundry. About the same as I left it. [Save for that one very obvious detail in the middle of the room.]
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Nothing was ever the same after that. The bioquakes, the ocean itself... the suns and the stars.
No one truly expected it. No one, except...
[Him.
The ground snaps forward as though being yanked through space by an invisible hand. You feel unsteady and will need to catch yourself.
You can hear the echoes of reaction as you do so - warbled, confused, distant. Someone, somewhere, elsewhere.
"Is everything alright?"
"What's with him?"
Though Vakama is stumbling right along aside Ashley, he does at least try to reach back out to her as soon as he has his footing again.]
Easy. Easy, that... that will happen a lot, I'm afraid.
[The space you raise up into has has the ceiling and one of the walls completely blown out, revealing the darkened sky and smoke filled walkways trailing up and up into forever. It's a foundry, an enormous forge set in the center with equipment and tools strung from every available piece of metal, parts and craftings and molds and masks scattered like so much debris.
At the foot of the ruins lies a sphere. The hatch is open, with lights blinking on and off. But the sphere itself looks empty.
Vakama's exhausted demeanor only deepens at the site of it, choosing to ignore as he tries to get a better view of his bearings. But surely it would be fine to take a closer look.
Surely you would trust your h̴̠̣̪̊̊e̸̯̚r̷̢̬̹̾o̷̻̭̭̾͑͂̓̋e̴̢̡̪̋̂̇̓ͅs̷̛͉͖̥̬̯̈́̓]
And this... this is my foundry. About the same as I left it. [Save for that one very obvious detail in the middle of the room.]