Etched in the Stars
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...day forth...bring honor to the seat of...
Behold, my friends.
Embraced by the earth and caressed by the wind, vibrant life flourishes. All is right in creation.
There can be no greater joy than to use our wisdom for the good of our people. No greater pride.
May all know happiness, now and forevermore.
The heavens are ablaze and the land rent asunder. What will become of the world? Is life itself to be denied?
Come what may, we must not surrender to despair. If we but hold fast to hope, we may yet find a path to salvation.
Everything burns. Crumbles. Decays. I hear the lamentations of my brethren. And soon there will be only silence.
We will deliver our star from its doom, this we swear. So please, dry your tears.
The time is come. We shall rewrite the laws of creation. And we shall save our star.
From this life, our savior born... May I be worthy of the honor.
I feel my soul turning. Slowly but irrevocably. And the power I wield begins to seem terrible... But this is right. It is right.
Though salvation is ours, it came at great sacrifice. All that remains is to pray...
To pray that we will one day meet again, beneath a blue sky.
Well, well. We meet again, my new old friend.
|Hythlodaeus.||The, un...receptionist at the Bureau of the Secretariat?|
Heh heh...I see you have been collecting stars.
I speak of the those crystals. They have constellations etched upon them, yes?
High in the heavens, those stars shine their guiding light down upon the lives below. Fitting symbols for the Convocation of Fourteen, would you not agree?
As you will have gathered, each crystal bears an account of the life of a member of the Convocation as remembered by the unsundered.
Lest you worry, they aren't concepts; they are far too incomplete to be so. But they suffice for imbuing memories within sundered souls, that they might be restored to their office.
Keep them. I am sure Emet-Selch wouldn't mind.
So, how fare you late? You are feuding with Elidibus this time, I believe?
Hm... I shall refrain from passing comment on your struggle. It is not my place to do so, long-departed as I am.
But if I may give voice to a personal desire...I would rather you lived.
If you do not, how will you keep your promise to Emet-Selch? The promise to remember?
It must weigh heavy, the burden of all those memories.
To one who has lived a life such as yours, I can well imagine how Elidibus's existence might seem hollow—how empty his single-minded pursuit of a half-forgotten cause must appear...
But know that his devotion is not without reason. Even if he himself can no longer remember what that reason is.
Well, that is quite enough talk about Elidibus. I would see if you can reunite the wayward stars.
I mentioned before that there was a member of the Convocation who opposed Zodiark's summoning and defected. One whose office was left vacant...
Defectors having been deemed unworthy of commemoration, no crystal exists for the individual in question.
...Or shouldn't exist, at any rate—and wouldn't, had a friend not created one in secret.
A crystal bearing the forgotten name of his office, along with a magick of his own conceiving—a singular incantation embodying his spirit.
Among all the offices, the Fourteenth was most unusual. For while the rest sat in Amaurot, its holder was charged with gaining an intimate knowledge of the wider world.
In the course of his duty, he traveled the length and breadth of every land, and befriended countless folk.
He encountered troubles too, of course. Matters which he could simply have referred to the Convocation. But that was not his way.
Nay, more often than not, he would call upon his comrades, and together resolve matters themsalves.
Such is the magick sealed within that crystal—the magick to summon the stars to your side.
In time of greatest need, should you wish upon it with all your heart, it will surely answer your call.
And now it is where it belongs.
Oh, there is no need for thanks. But nor will I hear any complaints about it either.
After all, I cannot say whether I act of my own volition or by the will of my recreator!
I was wondering where you had disappered to.
Is somthing troubling you?
...No? Very well.
I have everything. Let's hurry back to the surface.
Ahhh... Fresh air at long last. I would celebrate my return to dry land with a pot of tea─had we the luxury of time.
But we must be prepared for Elidibus. Given what we know, it is plain he will not be deterred from his course.
And nor would I, were I him. Not if it meant forsaking everything I loved.
That said, I have not forgotten how Emet-Selch sought to find common ground with us, for all our misgivings.
Ultimately, our differences were not to be bridged, of course, but one must always try. Emet-Selch understood this, and if his gesture resonated with you, perhaps you might consider reaching out to his brethren.
Though it may all be for naught, you of all people know that there is no such thing as a foregone conclusion.