My apologies for my tardiness... You guys don't give much of a competition! :P Only one person comments per post, making the pts more competitive, but little competition for the rewards...
Pts! Pts! Warbaron: 7, Bessie Lark: 3, Elspeth: 1
Part LXXXII: Home of the Auggers
Date: Kornun 23rd, 114 A.U.
In the center of the ancient meeting place of the Council of Arquenia, there stands a circular stone platform that rises a foot off of the ground. Above it, the ceiling opens up, creating a hole in the roof the exact shape of the platform and directly above it. In the center of the stone platform is a blue circle, bearing no significant purpose at first glance. But in the middle of every day for millennia, an electric blue beam moves across the sea and land, passing over the stone platform in the center of the platform. For millennia, this passing over the blue dot has marked noonday in Arquenia. This platform is therefore called the Noon-Marker. For millennia, the blue beam of light that stretches far up into the heavens beyond has remained steadfast in its faithful marking of noonday.
Until now.
“I call this meeting to order!” the Chief Augger said, standing up. His name was Grandine and his generation of Auggers had led the people for centuries. Fifty eight years old, he was already growing weary of his task and looking ahead to when he could pass into the blessed place of the Great One and his next in line would take his place. But his time would come. And for now he was to do his task.
“Thank you, Brother Grandine,” another augger said, standing up. His name was Tragun, the keeper of the Noon-Marker, like his father and his father’s father before him had been.
“I come bearing a report of the strange events concerning the Noon-Marker,” Tragun said. “As we all know, for millennia, the Noon-Marker has been faithful in keeping the time of noon. But in the past five months, the Noon-Marker has been wavering. It appears to follow a ten to fourteen day cycle of its wavering away from the Noon Marker. Each day, the beam of light moves further and further away from the Noon-Marker, passing through the city as we have noticed in alarm. Every ten to fourteen days, the beam then seems to reset itself, passing again through the Noon-Marker, before beginning another cycle of moving further and further away. I have studied its happenings for the past months, and, seeing as the Noon-Marker seems to be broken and this is not a temporary thing, we have called this meeting to discuss its going on.”
“I will speak,” Yarvil spoke. One of the sages among the auggers, Yarvil was one of the few that delved deeply into the vaults of the collective memories of his ancestors. Most auggers didn’t, being warned away once for the many gruesome and horrible scenes and memories contained in the collective memory. Few auggers braved the reliving of the memories of their fathers and continued to delve deeply into their memory, but those that did so were regarded well among the augger kind. Those were the sages, and the leaders of the auggers.
“My memories stretch back to the setting of the Noon-Marker,” Yarvil said. “It was on this island that we were all created and here that the Great One formed the thrones for us, gave us the Seven Golden Corsha Weapons, and appointed the First Watcher to be the guardian and keeper of Arquenia. It was the First Watcher who set the Noon-Marker to track time, and it is upon this that we have relied on for the millennia. In the past couple months, I have tried again to contact the Sixth Watcher, but it has been in vain. As he has been ever since we returned to this island following our near extinction in the mainland, the Watcher did not respond. As we have concluded time and time before, the Watcher appears to have moved on to another Central place. And so we can find no help there.”
"This wavering of the Noon-Beam is not a light thing to be taken up,” another augger said. “For years it has been a constant setting of time for us. Now, with the wavering of the Noon-Beam, time itself seems to be wavering. How long will it be before the Noon-Beam must decide to go back to a constant or to veer off the edge? And with the wavering of the Noon-Beam, time itself must either stay constant or come to a perpetual end. The Noon-Beam must be fixed and set back to its proper state.”
“It is a thing that only the Watcher can do,” Grandine, the Chief Augger said. “We had never before in the generations previous have had to orchestrate and run such things as the Noon-Beam. In the first age, it was the Watcher who ran it and who kept the planet in motion. With the silence of the Sixth Watcher, such grave events must drive us to make a greater effort to discern where the Sixth Watcher has went and how we might bring the Noon-Beam back into its proper place in time.”
“We have two options then,” another augger said. “To venture outside our island to the mainland of Arquenia… or to enter the doorway of the Watcher.” Silence fell upon the group.
“Venturing to the mainland would be folly,” Grandine finally said. “From our last reports from our scouts, the elves still have control there, and they would capture us at first sight. No. We must stay here outside of their domain. Which would leave only one option, and one that I am ready to take. We must enter the doorway of the Watcher.”
“No one has done such a thing since the creation,” Yarvil said. “It is forbidden to enter that domain which the Watcher alone may walk.”
“Yes, the Watcher said that we must not enter therein,” Grandine said. “And as the Great One has commanded, we are to submit to those in authority. But the Watcher has been gone for centuries. He might be dead. We must discover what happened to him in order that we might fix the Noon-Beam and align it again to the Noon-Stone. We must do what no augger or any other race has done before. We must enter the domain of the Watcher.”
Question of the Day: What will they find in the domain of the Watcher?
Pts! Pts! Warbaron: 7, Bessie Lark: 3, Elspeth: 1
Part LXXXII: Home of the Auggers
Date: Kornun 23rd, 114 A.U.
In the center of the ancient meeting place of the Council of Arquenia, there stands a circular stone platform that rises a foot off of the ground. Above it, the ceiling opens up, creating a hole in the roof the exact shape of the platform and directly above it. In the center of the stone platform is a blue circle, bearing no significant purpose at first glance. But in the middle of every day for millennia, an electric blue beam moves across the sea and land, passing over the stone platform in the center of the platform. For millennia, this passing over the blue dot has marked noonday in Arquenia. This platform is therefore called the Noon-Marker. For millennia, the blue beam of light that stretches far up into the heavens beyond has remained steadfast in its faithful marking of noonday.
Until now.
“I call this meeting to order!” the Chief Augger said, standing up. His name was Grandine and his generation of Auggers had led the people for centuries. Fifty eight years old, he was already growing weary of his task and looking ahead to when he could pass into the blessed place of the Great One and his next in line would take his place. But his time would come. And for now he was to do his task.
“Thank you, Brother Grandine,” another augger said, standing up. His name was Tragun, the keeper of the Noon-Marker, like his father and his father’s father before him had been.
“I come bearing a report of the strange events concerning the Noon-Marker,” Tragun said. “As we all know, for millennia, the Noon-Marker has been faithful in keeping the time of noon. But in the past five months, the Noon-Marker has been wavering. It appears to follow a ten to fourteen day cycle of its wavering away from the Noon Marker. Each day, the beam of light moves further and further away from the Noon-Marker, passing through the city as we have noticed in alarm. Every ten to fourteen days, the beam then seems to reset itself, passing again through the Noon-Marker, before beginning another cycle of moving further and further away. I have studied its happenings for the past months, and, seeing as the Noon-Marker seems to be broken and this is not a temporary thing, we have called this meeting to discuss its going on.”
“I will speak,” Yarvil spoke. One of the sages among the auggers, Yarvil was one of the few that delved deeply into the vaults of the collective memories of his ancestors. Most auggers didn’t, being warned away once for the many gruesome and horrible scenes and memories contained in the collective memory. Few auggers braved the reliving of the memories of their fathers and continued to delve deeply into their memory, but those that did so were regarded well among the augger kind. Those were the sages, and the leaders of the auggers.
“My memories stretch back to the setting of the Noon-Marker,” Yarvil said. “It was on this island that we were all created and here that the Great One formed the thrones for us, gave us the Seven Golden Corsha Weapons, and appointed the First Watcher to be the guardian and keeper of Arquenia. It was the First Watcher who set the Noon-Marker to track time, and it is upon this that we have relied on for the millennia. In the past couple months, I have tried again to contact the Sixth Watcher, but it has been in vain. As he has been ever since we returned to this island following our near extinction in the mainland, the Watcher did not respond. As we have concluded time and time before, the Watcher appears to have moved on to another Central place. And so we can find no help there.”
"This wavering of the Noon-Beam is not a light thing to be taken up,” another augger said. “For years it has been a constant setting of time for us. Now, with the wavering of the Noon-Beam, time itself seems to be wavering. How long will it be before the Noon-Beam must decide to go back to a constant or to veer off the edge? And with the wavering of the Noon-Beam, time itself must either stay constant or come to a perpetual end. The Noon-Beam must be fixed and set back to its proper state.”
“It is a thing that only the Watcher can do,” Grandine, the Chief Augger said. “We had never before in the generations previous have had to orchestrate and run such things as the Noon-Beam. In the first age, it was the Watcher who ran it and who kept the planet in motion. With the silence of the Sixth Watcher, such grave events must drive us to make a greater effort to discern where the Sixth Watcher has went and how we might bring the Noon-Beam back into its proper place in time.”
“We have two options then,” another augger said. “To venture outside our island to the mainland of Arquenia… or to enter the doorway of the Watcher.” Silence fell upon the group.
“Venturing to the mainland would be folly,” Grandine finally said. “From our last reports from our scouts, the elves still have control there, and they would capture us at first sight. No. We must stay here outside of their domain. Which would leave only one option, and one that I am ready to take. We must enter the doorway of the Watcher.”
“No one has done such a thing since the creation,” Yarvil said. “It is forbidden to enter that domain which the Watcher alone may walk.”
“Yes, the Watcher said that we must not enter therein,” Grandine said. “And as the Great One has commanded, we are to submit to those in authority. But the Watcher has been gone for centuries. He might be dead. We must discover what happened to him in order that we might fix the Noon-Beam and align it again to the Noon-Stone. We must do what no augger or any other race has done before. We must enter the domain of the Watcher.”
Question of the Day: What will they find in the domain of the Watcher?
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