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abraxaslogs2021-09-24 12:12 am
unnecessaryflourishes) wrote in abraxaslogs2021-09-24 12:12 am
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WHO: Emet-Selch and open!
WHAT: Local Ascian hangs around and only sometimes looks out of place
WHERE: First settlement of Solvunn/Horizon
WHEN: Any time after about the middle of September.
[Solvunn]
[For a man who doesn't necessarily look like he might be at home in a place that is so focused on farming, Emet-Selch settles into Solvunn... reasonably well. True, he might not spend any significant amount of time doing anything that could be considered physical labor, but he does volunteer his time at the library - and if nothing else, he himself is a veritable font of knowledge... if not necessarily any that would be particularly specific to this world. But to those who either know how to tease the information out of him or simply ask the right questions at the right time, he's more than willing to offer whatever seems to be relevant.
When he's not spending time at the library, he can also be found at the house he has been residing in - one that had formerly lain empty, and in slight disrepair, though his magic has been making short work of the most pressing fixes - or making his way from one part of the city to the other. Even he has need to visit the shops after all, to say nothing of his endless nosiness besides.
Or perhaps he's stepping out of a swirling portal of darkness nearby, having chosen to take a more expedient route from point a to point b than going by foot.]
[Horizon]
[There's only one thing his domain could be. Only one thing it would ever have been. A city; all gleaming spires and delicate curves. An odd, almost otherworldly city; brass and crystal structures standing side by side with perfectly ordinary grass and trees.
It's only up close that the scale of the city is apparent. Doors and benches are built at sizes that suggest that the inhabitants of this place stand easily twice the height of the average person if not more, and even the counters in some of the more bureaucratic-looking buildings stand easily above the head of most visitors.
It does not, however, stand empty. Even in moments when Emet-Selch himself does not appear to be in residence, cloaked figures drift through the city. Echoes, maybe, or faded recollections; silent unless spoken to and even then not all seem to be coherent enough to hear comments addressed to them though fragments of long-forgotten conversations may drift into reality long enough to be heard.
As for Emet-Selch? He too is different, here. Tall enough to be of a height with the echoes of the people they once were, all the trappings of his mortal body left behind for one with long pale hair instead - the man he had been once, so many millennia ago.]
WHAT: Local Ascian hangs around and only sometimes looks out of place
WHERE: First settlement of Solvunn/Horizon
WHEN: Any time after about the middle of September.
[Solvunn]
[For a man who doesn't necessarily look like he might be at home in a place that is so focused on farming, Emet-Selch settles into Solvunn... reasonably well. True, he might not spend any significant amount of time doing anything that could be considered physical labor, but he does volunteer his time at the library - and if nothing else, he himself is a veritable font of knowledge... if not necessarily any that would be particularly specific to this world. But to those who either know how to tease the information out of him or simply ask the right questions at the right time, he's more than willing to offer whatever seems to be relevant.
When he's not spending time at the library, he can also be found at the house he has been residing in - one that had formerly lain empty, and in slight disrepair, though his magic has been making short work of the most pressing fixes - or making his way from one part of the city to the other. Even he has need to visit the shops after all, to say nothing of his endless nosiness besides.
Or perhaps he's stepping out of a swirling portal of darkness nearby, having chosen to take a more expedient route from point a to point b than going by foot.]
[Horizon]
[There's only one thing his domain could be. Only one thing it would ever have been. A city; all gleaming spires and delicate curves. An odd, almost otherworldly city; brass and crystal structures standing side by side with perfectly ordinary grass and trees.
It's only up close that the scale of the city is apparent. Doors and benches are built at sizes that suggest that the inhabitants of this place stand easily twice the height of the average person if not more, and even the counters in some of the more bureaucratic-looking buildings stand easily above the head of most visitors.
It does not, however, stand empty. Even in moments when Emet-Selch himself does not appear to be in residence, cloaked figures drift through the city. Echoes, maybe, or faded recollections; silent unless spoken to and even then not all seem to be coherent enough to hear comments addressed to them though fragments of long-forgotten conversations may drift into reality long enough to be heard.
As for Emet-Selch? He too is different, here. Tall enough to be of a height with the echoes of the people they once were, all the trappings of his mortal body left behind for one with long pale hair instead - the man he had been once, so many millennia ago.]
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Today, Emet is working on replacing the windows, a carefully measured pane of glass hovering in the space above his hands as he looks it over for any cracks or flaws that might otherwise be invisible to the naked eye. The sort of once-over a skilled craftsman might give his work before deciding that it is, perhaps, worthy of use - and if there's anything that Some might have picked up over the last few days of Emet's work on the house it is that he is very much that. And one who seems to be passingly familiar with architectural principles in general, given that his attention had gone first to the actual structural components of the house before anything that might have been more visible.
Still, the pane of glass does seem to (finally) meet with his approval and - after a brief pause - there's a snap of his fingers... and the old window is simply *gone*; replaced by the one Emet had been holding.