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starhuevalley2018-06-26 07:50 pm
littlehero) wrote in starhuevalley2018-06-26 07:50 pm
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-sed the button, right, so...
[The video opens with a riveting view of the rocky ground. Then it switches to a worm's-eye view of a child's face, back to the feet, and then finally shifts to a more proper view of Seere's face as he holds the jpad out at arm's length. Bits of dirt and grit cling to his pale hair, and there's a consistent rumble of shifting rock coming from somewhere nearby, but he seems perfectly at peace with it. He smiles brightly at the screen.]
There! That was easy.
[It really wasn't. Whoever designed the UI on these things clearly doesn't actually use them.]
...My name is Seere. I went up to explore the mountains north of the farmlands because I wanted to know more about the monsters, but there's so much else here. There's a quarry with so many ore veins that the rocks sparkle like a river, and a building just for hot baths... And I even found an old book half-buried in the earth!
[Which is the thing he's most excited about. He's trying to keep himself contained, but the way his tone of voice lifts from "diplomatic figurehead" to "child on christmas" is really obvious.]
From what I've been able to actually read, there seems to be a local myth... About how the very light became lonely and planted a seed, and from its fruit the world itself was born. That festival that just went on- it was named for another fruit here that seems to have some mysterious power.
I was thinking, since we--
[He's cut off by the loud crash of shattering rock, and a cloud of dust drifts into his face. The screen tilts to an upside-down view of a patch of dry grass for a moment.]
Golem! Please! Downwind is that way! ...No, no, it's okay.
[Back to business. Seere wipes at his nose and mouth with the corner of his sleeve and sputters just lightly. Ah. Good thing that bathhouse is there after all.]
Um. ...As I was saying, I thought it was an interesting story. And we've all been encouraged to tend to farms! Do you think there might be anything special about what we can grow here? I know there must be more to the story, but these pages are so brittle and caked in dirt. I... have always liked hearing about things like this.
I wonder what I should do with this book, now...
[Aaand, ACTION. If not-skyping isn't your thing, you can catch Seere up north of town, or even in the bathhouse. Or at his own farm later in the day. Or whatever works for you, I'm not picky. Just look for the tiny boy and his ginormous rock beast.]
[The video opens with a riveting view of the rocky ground. Then it switches to a worm's-eye view of a child's face, back to the feet, and then finally shifts to a more proper view of Seere's face as he holds the jpad out at arm's length. Bits of dirt and grit cling to his pale hair, and there's a consistent rumble of shifting rock coming from somewhere nearby, but he seems perfectly at peace with it. He smiles brightly at the screen.]
There! That was easy.
[It really wasn't. Whoever designed the UI on these things clearly doesn't actually use them.]
...My name is Seere. I went up to explore the mountains north of the farmlands because I wanted to know more about the monsters, but there's so much else here. There's a quarry with so many ore veins that the rocks sparkle like a river, and a building just for hot baths... And I even found an old book half-buried in the earth!
[Which is the thing he's most excited about. He's trying to keep himself contained, but the way his tone of voice lifts from "diplomatic figurehead" to "child on christmas" is really obvious.]
From what I've been able to actually read, there seems to be a local myth... About how the very light became lonely and planted a seed, and from its fruit the world itself was born. That festival that just went on- it was named for another fruit here that seems to have some mysterious power.
I was thinking, since we--
[He's cut off by the loud crash of shattering rock, and a cloud of dust drifts into his face. The screen tilts to an upside-down view of a patch of dry grass for a moment.]
Golem! Please! Downwind is that way! ...No, no, it's okay.
[Back to business. Seere wipes at his nose and mouth with the corner of his sleeve and sputters just lightly. Ah. Good thing that bathhouse is there after all.]
Um. ...As I was saying, I thought it was an interesting story. And we've all been encouraged to tend to farms! Do you think there might be anything special about what we can grow here? I know there must be more to the story, but these pages are so brittle and caked in dirt. I... have always liked hearing about things like this.
I wonder what I should do with this book, now...
[Aaand, ACTION. If not-skyping isn't your thing, you can catch Seere up north of town, or even in the bathhouse. Or at his own farm later in the day. Or whatever works for you, I'm not picky. Just look for the tiny boy and his ginormous rock beast.]
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[He pauses to look aside for a moment, lost in thought. Another rock shatters, much more distantly this time, sparing Seere from having to eat dirt again. Thanks Golem.]
I think it's more common for them to form in wartime. Humans tend to be sought out when they're in danger or distress, and pacts do extend our lives. [Some just get a little extra.] But there are others who willingly seek the power out for their own gain, no matter the consequences. [It's both baffling and pitiable that there are those who see their partners as a tool rather than a friend.]
...I wonder, is there such strife in your world?
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Oh, I very much do fear that such conflict rears its head in each and every world. The spirits may not be set against each other in mine, but the damage wrought by some of the war devices I have seen constructed is more than enough.
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[Don't mind him, he's just kind of thinking out loud to himself more than anything. It's all fascinating stuff to him, at least. What a little nerd.]
-Well. We're quite blessed to have ended up somewhere so peaceful, anyway.
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[Unless, of course, things used to be very different around here and someone actually succeeded in making a great change... Perhaps with a pact with the Harvest Goddess?]
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[Like
a harvest goddess]
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[Maybe if they had an artifact like Mithos's Eternal Sword, but that required making a pact to use too, so it still counts.]
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[She kind of wishes she would have known that before...]