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Light Black #11 [The Fulcrum]
Name: A Discovery
Story: The Fulcrum
Colors: Light Black #11: Find
Styles and Supplies: Panorama
Word Count: 861
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Setsiana, Qhoroali
In-Universe Date: 1912.4.2.5
Summary: Setsiana discovers something interesting in the Nwórza temple logbook.
Of late, Setsiana had been idly browsing the logbook they had retrieved from the local temple on the night of her birthday. They’d discovered the Liberator in its pages before, by chance, and that discovery had seemed like the first glimmer of hope that there was another way, something they could do to solve them problem of the Sohanke slavery that didn’t involve Qhoroali killing Sapfita. She was curious what else she might find if she dug deeper. However, after days of perusing and finding nothing but boring administrative business, and no further illuminating information about the Liberator, she was almost ready to give up. Frustrated, she flipped large number of pages back to some of the earliest entries in the book.
1459.4.4.2, she read. Another one of these ghlídrow plagues has come upon us. I do not know if we have enough fresh vegetables stored this time to feed the populace; I hope the other temples have fared better. My heart goes out to the farmers who must deal with these losses. At least the ghlídrow detest the wet and will not harm the rice harvest.
That was right. Qhoroali had said the ghlídrow plagues had all happened during the 15th century. Curious as to how the temples had coped with them, she read onwards.
Several more entries followed about dwindling produce stores, destitute farmers, malnutrition, and people catching and cooking ghlídrow, and just the general difficulty of navigating the city and getting to those in need in the first place. At the height of the chaos, she read something unexpected:
1459.4.4.6:
An insane man has come to the temple, not in search of vegetables or money or medical treatment, but to report to us that he has found a “window in reality” as he calls it, which he claims he stepped through, and there managed to have some kind of in-person conversation with Sapfita. This is nonsense, of course, but he has given very precise coordinates for the location of the anomaly. Perhaps there is something there, though I very much doubt it is as described. Likely he was under the influence of some street drug. I will make a note for a few of us to investigate this after the crisis is over.
Setsiana turned the page, and read on:
1459.4.5.1:
Some kind soul has uncovered a cache of pickled vegetables and brought them to the temple for distribution. We will be sure that those who receive them know his name, and will speak of him on Nyoacelya Lyuya.
Priestess Riyone has taken a great interest in the strange story from yesterday and wants to set out to investigate it at once. I categorically denied this request. We have a duty to the people of Nwórza to support them through these troubled times. We will all remain here until things are back to normal again.
1459.4.5.3:
The ghlídrow have mercifully left us again, and the Governor has welcomed a ship full of fresh vegetables from Dlesta and is having them distributed in the central square. The juniors are running Nyoacelya Lyuya and things are somewhat back to normal. This afternoon, I allowed Priestess Riyone to lead an expedition to the place the troubled man told us about last week. It is a remote location two and a half miles south of Nwórza, in the shadow of a large hill just to the south. There is nothing there, even under the illumination of qoire. We searched all around the hill, checked our coordinates, or for anything recently buried, but it is just another hill among the grassy plains to the south. Probably whatever that man saw was a hallucination.
Priestess Riyone suggested that perhaps whatever anomaly had been there had only been there during the ghlídrow plague, and suggested we use a Mirror to travel back to the end of last week, to see if it is apparent at that time. We took a vote on whether to do this, and the only one in favor was Priestess Riyone. We have therefore returned to the temple instead.
Setsiana read a little further, but there appeared to be nothing else about this incident, and no indication that they had ever considered returning to that place again. She was curious now, though. She dog-eared the page and made a mental note to mention it to Qhoroali later.
“This is interesting,” Qhoroali said, after reading the logs that Setsiana had marked in the logbook. “I had heard of this, but only as an urban legend. I didn’t know it had actually happened.” She tapped the open page. “This Riyone must have had some very good reason to want to investigate, if she wanted to go back to the middle of the plague. I wonder what she knew about it, or suspected.”
“Do you think we have a good enough reason to do that?” Setsiana asked. She was intrigued, but a bit apprehensive about traveling back to another ghlídrow plague.
“Curiosity,” said Qhoroali. “I think that’s a good enough reason, don’t you?”
If Qhoroali wasn’t bothered by the plague, Setsiana wasn’t going to admit her own misgivings. “Yeah,” she said. “I’m curious, too.”
Story: The Fulcrum
Colors: Light Black #11: Find
Styles and Supplies: Panorama
Word Count: 861
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Setsiana, Qhoroali
In-Universe Date: 1912.4.2.5
Summary: Setsiana discovers something interesting in the Nwórza temple logbook.
Of late, Setsiana had been idly browsing the logbook they had retrieved from the local temple on the night of her birthday. They’d discovered the Liberator in its pages before, by chance, and that discovery had seemed like the first glimmer of hope that there was another way, something they could do to solve them problem of the Sohanke slavery that didn’t involve Qhoroali killing Sapfita. She was curious what else she might find if she dug deeper. However, after days of perusing and finding nothing but boring administrative business, and no further illuminating information about the Liberator, she was almost ready to give up. Frustrated, she flipped large number of pages back to some of the earliest entries in the book.
1459.4.4.2, she read. Another one of these ghlídrow plagues has come upon us. I do not know if we have enough fresh vegetables stored this time to feed the populace; I hope the other temples have fared better. My heart goes out to the farmers who must deal with these losses. At least the ghlídrow detest the wet and will not harm the rice harvest.
That was right. Qhoroali had said the ghlídrow plagues had all happened during the 15th century. Curious as to how the temples had coped with them, she read onwards.
Several more entries followed about dwindling produce stores, destitute farmers, malnutrition, and people catching and cooking ghlídrow, and just the general difficulty of navigating the city and getting to those in need in the first place. At the height of the chaos, she read something unexpected:
1459.4.4.6:
An insane man has come to the temple, not in search of vegetables or money or medical treatment, but to report to us that he has found a “window in reality” as he calls it, which he claims he stepped through, and there managed to have some kind of in-person conversation with Sapfita. This is nonsense, of course, but he has given very precise coordinates for the location of the anomaly. Perhaps there is something there, though I very much doubt it is as described. Likely he was under the influence of some street drug. I will make a note for a few of us to investigate this after the crisis is over.
Setsiana turned the page, and read on:
1459.4.5.1:
Some kind soul has uncovered a cache of pickled vegetables and brought them to the temple for distribution. We will be sure that those who receive them know his name, and will speak of him on Nyoacelya Lyuya.
Priestess Riyone has taken a great interest in the strange story from yesterday and wants to set out to investigate it at once. I categorically denied this request. We have a duty to the people of Nwórza to support them through these troubled times. We will all remain here until things are back to normal again.
1459.4.5.3:
The ghlídrow have mercifully left us again, and the Governor has welcomed a ship full of fresh vegetables from Dlesta and is having them distributed in the central square. The juniors are running Nyoacelya Lyuya and things are somewhat back to normal. This afternoon, I allowed Priestess Riyone to lead an expedition to the place the troubled man told us about last week. It is a remote location two and a half miles south of Nwórza, in the shadow of a large hill just to the south. There is nothing there, even under the illumination of qoire. We searched all around the hill, checked our coordinates, or for anything recently buried, but it is just another hill among the grassy plains to the south. Probably whatever that man saw was a hallucination.
Priestess Riyone suggested that perhaps whatever anomaly had been there had only been there during the ghlídrow plague, and suggested we use a Mirror to travel back to the end of last week, to see if it is apparent at that time. We took a vote on whether to do this, and the only one in favor was Priestess Riyone. We have therefore returned to the temple instead.
Setsiana read a little further, but there appeared to be nothing else about this incident, and no indication that they had ever considered returning to that place again. She was curious now, though. She dog-eared the page and made a mental note to mention it to Qhoroali later.
“This is interesting,” Qhoroali said, after reading the logs that Setsiana had marked in the logbook. “I had heard of this, but only as an urban legend. I didn’t know it had actually happened.” She tapped the open page. “This Riyone must have had some very good reason to want to investigate, if she wanted to go back to the middle of the plague. I wonder what she knew about it, or suspected.”
“Do you think we have a good enough reason to do that?” Setsiana asked. She was intrigued, but a bit apprehensive about traveling back to another ghlídrow plague.
“Curiosity,” said Qhoroali. “I think that’s a good enough reason, don’t you?”
If Qhoroali wasn’t bothered by the plague, Setsiana wasn’t going to admit her own misgivings. “Yeah,” she said. “I’m curious, too.”
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“Curiosity,” said Qhoroali. “I think that’s a good enough reason, don’t you?”
Ha, well, of course, Qhoroali. XD Not that I disagree in a story...
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Thank you!
Haha, do you think it might be a little dangerous to go around investigating "windows in reality"? Nonsense!
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And yay for being able to go back in time and explain weird archival notes!
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Thank you! May your curiosity (eventually) be satisfied, haha.