"Oi, take it and run. A staple of me life I tell ye Krille. I hear ye well enough and be assured we shall do our best to survive whatever may come." Slade may detest the larger folk as he knows them, but this war effects the small as well as the large. At this point there is little choice but to go all in, or die.
Krille's gaze is almost alien as it falls on Slade. It's devoid of emotion is probably the best way to describe it. They take a moment to contemplate the room, and then nods.
"I believe it is time for us to take our leave for the night. There will be Disciples in the halls, there..." Krille says, motioning to a door on one side of the room, "...so that when you've eaten, and had your medicine, you may retire to your quarters. There will be wash basins available, and clean sheets, and clean robes for anyone who wishes to leave their armor behind for a bit."
Krille sweeps a feathered hand about and motions for the rest of the Elders to follow as they leave...
Shirin offers a halfbow to the Owlin, now noticing how hungry he truly was, "Thank you."He takes a seat, eating as if it had been weeks since he'd had a proper meal.
Jek, somewhat in a daze, rises as Krille and the others leave. He will eat in silence, then heads into there quarters. If available, he will take a room to himself. He will disrobe and wash all the blood and grime from his clothes, using prestidigitation to get any of the stubborn stains out. Then he sets then to dry. Then he will clean and tend to himself.
Next he will take the AUYRN into his hands. He needs to figure this out and let the others know what happened. Afterwards he will finally lay into the bed for a much needed rest.
Slade makes sure to eat his fill (a not insignificant amount) after he has Darla well settled, healed and fed. Only then does he curl up into a ball against Darla's back wherever she is able to roost for the night. It is a damn sight better then many of the places he has slept since he left his guild.
His dreams are filled with rooms of gold and silver which he can swim in Scrooge McDuck style with his faithful friend Darla by his side.
Looking down at his dented and blood-caked armor a thought crosses Dageron's mind. All of his equipment was on his warhorse. He sighs heavily. Weary, and with a look of distrust towards his hosts, he nods at the Owlin as they address him, and as they leave replies, "Understood." Once they are gone he looks to the others.
"We can have it if we can take it and run fast enough? Did everyone else hear that or is it just me? What happens if we do take it and run, and the thing guarding it tracks us back here?" He shakes his head then begins to examine the food. After a close inspection he eats. When he is done he takes a mallet for crab, a few of the sturdier utensils, many cloth napkins, a carafe of water, and as many dried meats, cheeses, and hard breads as he can carry to his cell. He'll spend the next few hours cleaning and repairing his armor and packing daily rations.
The morning brings the chiming of many bells as the Hall of Celestials comes alive for the day. It doesn't take long for the smell of foods being roasted to fill the corridors and the light of the three suns to peak through cracked windows and curtains. A cool breeze, brought on by the elevation of the island, crowds into the rooms and dining hall, into the great chambers and chapels. A heavy dew has fallen over the garden, and the grass it silvered with it.
Krille walks through the halls and corridors, through the chapels and gardens, through the ornate walkways and around the perimeters of the Hall of Celestials, looking to see what the state of the compound is. He mills about the dining hall making sure everyone is being fed. He opens the stalls where the workshops are, in case anyone needs to work on fixing things. He opens the supply storehouse for anyone who needs something from there, and he makes sure the chapel is available for anyone who needs time alone with their gods.
Dageron, accustomed to the lifestyle of the horde, arises before the sun. He takes inventory of his now much more meager possessions, then sets out to take advantage of the offered food. His preserves he will retain for later. Aware that he is in a society of fliers, he walks to a lower level, a storeroom or catacomb, and practices his drills - his prayer to his God. A feeling of malaise has stayed with him since the battle with Vader, a feeling of futility he cannot shake. So, with the usual lack of response from his God, Dageron returns to his companions to start his day. A stony look upon his face.
Shirin rests little during the night, being a nocturnal elf. During his few hours of meditation, he reflects on the days events before clearing his mind to focus on the future. Being thrust into this chaotic adventure, he was fortunate to have little ties to those at the Ivory tower, but concerned at the brazen assault on it. For such a significant location, it fell quicker than he expected. The loss was recent, and Shirin wondered how the effects of it might ripple through the world overtime
Vaders power was beyond comprehension, but all monsters have a weakness. On the surface, it was pride. Vader seemed to act like a spoiled child when his uRu playthings were taken away. It may be easy to bait him into a trap like that later, but Shirin let the thought drift away as he focused on the future - the triforce.
He reflected on the somewhat vague warning about this guardian. It wasn’t uncommon for items of rare quality and immense power to be guarded - in fact, it was almost a guarantee. He would ask these questions later, perhaps he if they could acquire more information about this guardian beforehand, they could better prepare for what is to come.
At long last, Shirin spends the final moments of his rest clearing his mind of all thought, opening the pathways to healing. He sat thoughtlessly and silently for sometime, before hearing the stirrings of the hobgoblin. As Dageron goes about, Shirin stalks him from the shadows; still curious about these recent folks that had freed him from his prison. He looks on as he eats, and then eventually follows him as he recedes into the lower level. Shirin had long given up his reliance on faith, but he was glad to have a god on him side in this situation. As Dageron begins to shift up from his prayer position, Shirin leaves as quietly as he can, and goes to get breakfast - hoping his companion did not notice him as he had watched from the shadows.
As Dageron makes his way into the commonroom, Shirin gives him a nod as he eats from the food provided by the Owlin.
Jek wakes with a start after a very much needed rest to the sound of the bells tolling. He will get up and put on his outfit, now dried after it's cleaning yesterday. He was too tired last night, but now he has time to indulge in some exploration.
He will first make his way to the stables and check on Iron-Hoove, make sure he's being fed and is happy. Then, he will start exploring the grounds. He shivers a bit in the cool breeze. This is colder than anywhere he's been before. How exciting!
He will walk through the gardens, marveling at the different plants. Then make his way to the workshops. He marvels at the tools set up at some of the benches. He watches as someone starts to get the fire going on the forges for the day. Then moves along to and finds the store room. He starts looking around the store room, just trying to see if there is anything interesting. (Investigation 4). He picks up something from a shelf, and as he puts it down, the shelf falls and claters to the ground with everything on it. "Oops... Uhh, sorry, let me help you with that." He will pick up all the things that fell and put them off to one side.
Jek's wanders about some more, and will pop his head into any open door to see if there is anything interesting. Eventually, he will make his way to the chapel. These places are so weird. Why are there so many different gods and goddesses that people pray to here. Do they just now know about the Bright Lady? He look at all the different statues and represantation of gods/goddesses, looking for one that he think could be the Bright Lady. If he finds one, he'll bow respectfully to it and offer it a quick silent prayer.
Then he continues his journey through the building. Eventually, he'll make his way to the dining hall, finding Shirin and Dageron already here.
"Good Morning! You're both already up! How's it going, did you sleep well? They have a bunch of different rooms here, and there's a store room with bunches of stuff in it, but be carful, the shelves are not very sturdy." He will grab some food and start eating. Between bites, he will ask "So... we should find out more about whatever that creature is that the Triforce has pinned. Is it keeping some monster from getting out? Is it a good idea to take it if we will be releasing a new evil to the world? Or re-releasing an old evil? I...." Jek swallows his bite and looks down, as if coming to a decision about a direction to take. He looks back up and say "I think we will have to fight it. I'm... not good with fighting. I'm... pretty much a coward. I would prefer to run or trick my way out of a fight. But you two are great warriors, so is Hrothgar! I'll trust your judgment. If you think I'm not doing the right thing, please tell me. I'm... I'm trying to be better. And we are a team! We need to do this together!"
After having enjoyed the dinner the night before Hrothgar thanks the Krille for their hospitality and spends part of his evening in his room cleaning his armor and arrives a bit later in the morning.
He will try to find a place to oversee a part of the grounds to watch what interests his companions at first. Then he will try to find Krille. I have written a letter to be delivered to Argos. To King Kephes and Queen Cassiopeia.
He holds out the letter which is sealed with wax, having a small imprint on it of a crude griffon marking, the same as on his ring. His shield bears a more intricate version.
Would it be possible to have a raven sent? I would cover any cost of such a delivery.
After that he will try to find Argento in the stables and make sure he is fed and doing well before moving to get some breakfast himself. He will try to find the others again and have a meal with them.
Having overheard a part of their talk he will respond to Jek. We will do as we must. As for your doubts. he places a hand on his shoulder Sometimes fighting is not the answer. He looks up and around to the others Im sure there will be plenty need of warriors. But sometimes knowing when not to fight is equally important.
Looking Jek in his eyes as best he can find them I believe this is why Brevon entrusted you with the AURYN. Your heart is more pure than ours. Trust in your own judgement as much as you do in ours.
He continues to eat some breakfast and wait for the others to finish theirs.
Slade awakens to the morning as Darla gives a peeved "HISS" to greet the day. "G'morn me lovey, ye seem to be yer old self again. Tis a good thing." Darla nips Slade on the shoulder roughly, then rubs her head against it before gliding down from the rafters of the main hall.
"Aye and thanks for the help ye featherbag..." he mumbles to himself before casting a mage hand to let himself down gently. Seeing the others gathered he listens to their conversation.
"Aye lad, not all things need be settled with a blade. Their is something to be said for a bit of intelligence too. Don't ye fret yerself too much, most times an answer can be had by lookin fer it." Slade begins heaping a plate with enough NACHOS he struggles to lift it.
Shirin continues to eat as everyone converses. Once they are finished, Shirin adds, "We should learn all that we can. Preparation is just as important as the encounter itself. You see how quickly the Ivory Tower fell when Vader suddenly appeared - that can be the result of unpreparedness. While it will be best to avoid this fight, a guardian of such a powerful item will likely not be so easy to evade. We should hope for the best and expect the worse."
Having eaten his fill and said his piece, he will take some of the remaining rations and stuff them into him bag.
Jek smiles at the encouragement he has received from his friends.
"Okay, so we need some more information. We should talk to Krille. And maybe that Amitola lady, she seemed helpful yesterday. Oh! I stumbled into a Library earlier, that might have some good information for us. Oh... is that Krille over there?" Jek stands on the table and starts trying to wave down Krill from across the hall. "Hey, HEY KRILLE! HOW ARE YOU? DO YOU HAVE TIME TO TALK?"
Peaking around, hearing her name mentioned, Amitola slowly walks in. curious to why there is yelling, and seeing the others, she does a small wave to the ones who see her and waits around. She stays seeing if anyone needs anything or have questions while she is there. While the others converse amongst each other, she is curious to why her name was mentioned, however honored that it was not only remembered, but that she was considered helpful.
The Owlin, summoned by Jek, shudders his feathers, shaking them out and adjusting in his robes as he approaches. He...looks happy? It's hard to tell when looking at the raptorine face.
"Fair sky to you all." Krille says, interlacing his hands in front of his body. "What is it I may do for you today, Order of the Phoenix?"
As Jek gets down off the table as Krille Approaches, and see Amitola making her way over as well.
"Hi, good morning... umm, fair sky to you, too. So, we want to make some plans if we are to get the Triforce. Do you know anything more about this guardian or whatever it is? Any stories about it, what it is, how it got there? How come there were so many rooms filled with scrolls, shouldn't they have been in the Library? Can I go look around the Library? There will probably be a lot of new stories there! Oh, Hi Amitola! Perfect timing! I was just rambling off some questions! Would you like to join us?"
Krille listens to Jek's questions, and then looks around the room. He asks the Order of the Phoenix to wait for a moment before walking out of the room. He's only gone for a short while before returning and motioning to Jek and the others to follow him.
They proceed down a long corridor to an oddly obscure room on the far side of the Hall of the Celestials; a room protected, it seems, by being nondescript, drab, and unprotected.
"Any of you are free to read from the scrolls or the library at any time. We...have a unique way of organizing, I suppose." Krille says as he leads them. "As for the Guardian...what I know is limited but...I'll show you what I think we have."
Keys rattle as he pulls them from his robe. Dust actually puffs from the lock as he puts the skeleton key into the slot and turns. The door creaks as it opens, and they step inside.
There are paintings along the walls.
"We don't know who made these murals." Krille said as he motioned to the stone slabs that stood along the walls. He paused once the Order of the Phoenix had entered the room and pulled the door closed. "If any of you are familiar with the Oracle Walls of Spook City, you'd recognize the design. We don't know if these particular slabs show the past or the future, unfortunately, but we're quite certain that they are directly related to the Guardian."
One of the paintings shows the Triforce of Courage sitting in the middle of a crater many, many miles across. The painting before that shows what seems to be an explosion. The painting after...
Something huge, dark and horrifying, is rising out of the ground. It is enormous, the biggest living thing any of them can comprehend, though nondescript in design. A horror. A nightmare.
"We know that Celestia rose out of the sea after the creation of the Crater. We also know that the Crater was created when the Guardian was put there, and the Triforce of Courage was dropped on top of it. What we're not sure of is how the Guardian was put there. And whatever the Guardian is, it is bad enough that both North and South Watches exist with a sole purpose; if the Guardian should be released, they are to set off a series of detonators below the surface of the island that would sever the whole eastern half of the island and drop it back into the sea. We hope that this will destroy the Guardian, if freed. The ancients seemed quite content not to fight it, should it arise from the Crater. And when you look at the ruins of Old Watch...they offer a clue, I suppose, as to the violence of this entombing event."
The next plaque shows a smudged, indistinct form, no doubt the Guardian...doing....something? Blue fire lights up the sky and one horizong. Another image shows a smudged whirlpool set amongst stormy seas. It's clear that these tablets are old and were not taken very good care of prior to their arrival to Skyloft.
"We think this is supposed to be the Ruins of Atlantis." Krille says, his feathered hand tracing this last image. "Destroyed during the Age of Resistance. I suppose it's possible they're connected, but I think it's more likely that this is an unrelated mural, though it does offer a glimpse of the potential date of the formation of the Crater and the fall of Atlantis being near the same time."
Krille looks nervously back at the door, then leans down toward Jek Utinni. His beak pops together a couple of times.
"I don't know for sure, but I think the College of Lore in Mistytomb Hamlet has answers. Answers I don't have, and that they're not keen to share. If you could go there...or if you knew someone perhaps who is affiliated with the College, you may get better answers."
Listening in, Amitola looks at Krille, then over to Jek. "I'd love to join in. As long as I'm not in the way, also you're welcome to ramble as many questions as you would like." After this she then looks back to Krille, sending a polite smile... well the least intimidating smile that a Dragonborn can send without looking like they want to eat someone alive.
"Thank you, not only for the access to the library, but for taking time to provide the information that you have."
"Oi, take it and run. A staple of me life I tell ye Krille. I hear ye well enough and be assured we shall do our best to survive whatever may come." Slade may detest the larger folk as he knows them, but this war effects the small as well as the large. At this point there is little choice but to go all in, or die.
Krille's gaze is almost alien as it falls on Slade. It's devoid of emotion is probably the best way to describe it. They take a moment to contemplate the room, and then nods.
"I believe it is time for us to take our leave for the night. There will be Disciples in the halls, there..." Krille says, motioning to a door on one side of the room, "...so that when you've eaten, and had your medicine, you may retire to your quarters. There will be wash basins available, and clean sheets, and clean robes for anyone who wishes to leave their armor behind for a bit."
Krille sweeps a feathered hand about and motions for the rest of the Elders to follow as they leave...
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Shirin offers a halfbow to the Owlin, now noticing how hungry he truly was, "Thank you." He takes a seat, eating as if it had been weeks since he'd had a proper meal.
Jek, somewhat in a daze, rises as Krille and the others leave. He will eat in silence, then heads into there quarters. If available, he will take a room to himself. He will disrobe and wash all the blood and grime from his clothes, using prestidigitation to get any of the stubborn stains out. Then he sets then to dry. Then he will clean and tend to himself.
Next he will take the AUYRN into his hands. He needs to figure this out and let the others know what happened. Afterwards he will finally lay into the bed for a much needed rest.
Slade makes sure to eat his fill (a not insignificant amount) after he has Darla well settled, healed and fed. Only then does he curl up into a ball against Darla's back wherever she is able to roost for the night. It is a damn sight better then many of the places he has slept since he left his guild.
His dreams are filled with rooms of gold and silver which he can swim in Scrooge McDuck style with his faithful friend Darla by his side.
Looking down at his dented and blood-caked armor a thought crosses Dageron's mind. All of his equipment was on his warhorse. He sighs heavily. Weary, and with a look of distrust towards his hosts, he nods at the Owlin as they address him, and as they leave replies, "Understood." Once they are gone he looks to the others.
"We can have it if we can take it and run fast enough? Did everyone else hear that or is it just me? What happens if we do take it and run, and the thing guarding it tracks us back here?" He shakes his head then begins to examine the food. After a close inspection he eats. When he is done he takes a mallet for crab, a few of the sturdier utensils, many cloth napkins, a carafe of water, and as many dried meats, cheeses, and hard breads as he can carry to his cell. He'll spend the next few hours cleaning and repairing his armor and packing daily rations.
The morning brings the chiming of many bells as the Hall of Celestials comes alive for the day. It doesn't take long for the smell of foods being roasted to fill the corridors and the light of the three suns to peak through cracked windows and curtains. A cool breeze, brought on by the elevation of the island, crowds into the rooms and dining hall, into the great chambers and chapels. A heavy dew has fallen over the garden, and the grass it silvered with it.
Krille walks through the halls and corridors, through the chapels and gardens, through the ornate walkways and around the perimeters of the Hall of Celestials, looking to see what the state of the compound is. He mills about the dining hall making sure everyone is being fed. He opens the stalls where the workshops are, in case anyone needs to work on fixing things. He opens the supply storehouse for anyone who needs something from there, and he makes sure the chapel is available for anyone who needs time alone with their gods.
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Dageron, accustomed to the lifestyle of the horde, arises before the sun. He takes inventory of his now much more meager possessions, then sets out to take advantage of the offered food. His preserves he will retain for later. Aware that he is in a society of fliers, he walks to a lower level, a storeroom or catacomb, and practices his drills - his prayer to his God. A feeling of malaise has stayed with him since the battle with Vader, a feeling of futility he cannot shake. So, with the usual lack of response from his God, Dageron returns to his companions to start his day. A stony look upon his face.
Shirin rests little during the night, being a nocturnal elf. During his few hours of meditation, he reflects on the days events before clearing his mind to focus on the future. Being thrust into this chaotic adventure, he was fortunate to have little ties to those at the Ivory tower, but concerned at the brazen assault on it. For such a significant location, it fell quicker than he expected. The loss was recent, and Shirin wondered how the effects of it might ripple through the world overtime
Vaders power was beyond comprehension, but all monsters have a weakness. On the surface, it was pride. Vader seemed to act like a spoiled child when his uRu playthings were taken away. It may be easy to bait him into a trap like that later, but Shirin let the thought drift away as he focused on the future - the triforce.
He reflected on the somewhat vague warning about this guardian. It wasn’t uncommon for items of rare quality and immense power to be guarded - in fact, it was almost a guarantee. He would ask these questions later, perhaps he if they could acquire more information about this guardian beforehand, they could better prepare for what is to come.
At long last, Shirin spends the final moments of his rest clearing his mind of all thought, opening the pathways to healing. He sat thoughtlessly and silently for sometime, before hearing the stirrings of the hobgoblin. As Dageron goes about, Shirin stalks him from the shadows; still curious about these recent folks that had freed him from his prison. He looks on as he eats, and then eventually follows him as he recedes into the lower level. Shirin had long given up his reliance on faith, but he was glad to have a god on him side in this situation. As Dageron begins to shift up from his prayer position, Shirin leaves as quietly as he can, and goes to get breakfast - hoping his companion did not notice him as he had watched from the shadows.
As Dageron makes his way into the commonroom, Shirin gives him a nod as he eats from the food provided by the Owlin.
Stealth check 25 (nat 20 :P)
Jek wakes with a start after a very much needed rest to the sound of the bells tolling. He will get up and put on his outfit, now dried after it's cleaning yesterday. He was too tired last night, but now he has time to indulge in some exploration.
He will first make his way to the stables and check on Iron-Hoove, make sure he's being fed and is happy. Then, he will start exploring the grounds. He shivers a bit in the cool breeze. This is colder than anywhere he's been before. How exciting!
He will walk through the gardens, marveling at the different plants. Then make his way to the workshops. He marvels at the tools set up at some of the benches. He watches as someone starts to get the fire going on the forges for the day. Then moves along to and finds the store room. He starts looking around the store room, just trying to see if there is anything interesting. (Investigation 4). He picks up something from a shelf, and as he puts it down, the shelf falls and claters to the ground with everything on it. "Oops... Uhh, sorry, let me help you with that." He will pick up all the things that fell and put them off to one side.
Jek's wanders about some more, and will pop his head into any open door to see if there is anything interesting. Eventually, he will make his way to the chapel. These places are so weird. Why are there so many different gods and goddesses that people pray to here. Do they just now know about the Bright Lady? He look at all the different statues and represantation of gods/goddesses, looking for one that he think could be the Bright Lady. If he finds one, he'll bow respectfully to it and offer it a quick silent prayer.
Then he continues his journey through the building. Eventually, he'll make his way to the dining hall, finding Shirin and Dageron already here.
"Good Morning! You're both already up! How's it going, did you sleep well? They have a bunch of different rooms here, and there's a store room with bunches of stuff in it, but be carful, the shelves are not very sturdy." He will grab some food and start eating. Between bites, he will ask "So... we should find out more about whatever that creature is that the Triforce has pinned. Is it keeping some monster from getting out? Is it a good idea to take it if we will be releasing a new evil to the world? Or re-releasing an old evil? I...." Jek swallows his bite and looks down, as if coming to a decision about a direction to take. He looks back up and say "I think we will have to fight it. I'm... not good with fighting. I'm... pretty much a coward. I would prefer to run or trick my way out of a fight. But you two are great warriors, so is Hrothgar! I'll trust your judgment. If you think I'm not doing the right thing, please tell me. I'm... I'm trying to be better. And we are a team! We need to do this together!"
After having enjoyed the dinner the night before Hrothgar thanks the Krille for their hospitality and spends part of his evening in his room cleaning his armor and arrives a bit later in the morning.
He will try to find a place to oversee a part of the grounds to watch what interests his companions at first. Then he will try to find Krille. I have written a letter to be delivered to Argos. To King Kephes and Queen Cassiopeia.
He holds out the letter which is sealed with wax, having a small imprint on it of a crude griffon marking, the same as on his ring. His shield bears a more intricate version.
Would it be possible to have a raven sent? I would cover any cost of such a delivery.
After that he will try to find Argento in the stables and make sure he is fed and doing well before moving to get some breakfast himself. He will try to find the others again and have a meal with them.
Having overheard a part of their talk he will respond to Jek. We will do as we must. As for your doubts. he places a hand on his shoulder Sometimes fighting is not the answer. He looks up and around to the others Im sure there will be plenty need of warriors. But sometimes knowing when not to fight is equally important.
Looking Jek in his eyes as best he can find them I believe this is why Brevon entrusted you with the AURYN. Your heart is more pure than ours. Trust in your own judgement as much as you do in ours.
He continues to eat some breakfast and wait for the others to finish theirs.
Slade awakens to the morning as Darla gives a peeved "HISS" to greet the day. "G'morn me lovey, ye seem to be yer old self again. Tis a good thing." Darla nips Slade on the shoulder roughly, then rubs her head against it before gliding down from the rafters of the main hall.
"Aye and thanks for the help ye featherbag..." he mumbles to himself before casting a mage hand to let himself down gently. Seeing the others gathered he listens to their conversation.
"Aye lad, not all things need be settled with a blade. Their is something to be said for a bit of intelligence too. Don't ye fret yerself too much, most times an answer can be had by lookin fer it." Slade begins heaping a plate with enough NACHOS he struggles to lift it.
Shirin continues to eat as everyone converses. Once they are finished, Shirin adds, "We should learn all that we can. Preparation is just as important as the encounter itself. You see how quickly the Ivory Tower fell when Vader suddenly appeared - that can be the result of unpreparedness. While it will be best to avoid this fight, a guardian of such a powerful item will likely not be so easy to evade. We should hope for the best and expect the worse."
Having eaten his fill and said his piece, he will take some of the remaining rations and stuff them into him bag.
Jek smiles at the encouragement he has received from his friends.
"Okay, so we need some more information. We should talk to Krille. And maybe that Amitola lady, she seemed helpful yesterday. Oh! I stumbled into a Library earlier, that might have some good information for us. Oh... is that Krille over there?" Jek stands on the table and starts trying to wave down Krill from across the hall. "Hey, HEY KRILLE! HOW ARE YOU? DO YOU HAVE TIME TO TALK?"
Peaking around, hearing her name mentioned, Amitola slowly walks in. curious to why there is yelling, and seeing the others, she does a small wave to the ones who see her and waits around. She stays seeing if anyone needs anything or have questions while she is there. While the others converse amongst each other, she is curious to why her name was mentioned, however honored that it was not only remembered, but that she was considered helpful.
The Owlin, summoned by Jek, shudders his feathers, shaking them out and adjusting in his robes as he approaches. He...looks happy? It's hard to tell when looking at the raptorine face.
"Fair sky to you all." Krille says, interlacing his hands in front of his body. "What is it I may do for you today, Order of the Phoenix?"
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
As Jek gets down off the table as Krille Approaches, and see Amitola making her way over as well.
"Hi, good morning... umm, fair sky to you, too. So, we want to make some plans if we are to get the Triforce. Do you know anything more about this guardian or whatever it is? Any stories about it, what it is, how it got there? How come there were so many rooms filled with scrolls, shouldn't they have been in the Library? Can I go look around the Library? There will probably be a lot of new stories there! Oh, Hi Amitola! Perfect timing! I was just rambling off some questions! Would you like to join us?"
Krille listens to Jek's questions, and then looks around the room. He asks the Order of the Phoenix to wait for a moment before walking out of the room. He's only gone for a short while before returning and motioning to Jek and the others to follow him.
They proceed down a long corridor to an oddly obscure room on the far side of the Hall of the Celestials; a room protected, it seems, by being nondescript, drab, and unprotected.
"Any of you are free to read from the scrolls or the library at any time. We...have a unique way of organizing, I suppose." Krille says as he leads them. "As for the Guardian...what I know is limited but...I'll show you what I think we have."
Keys rattle as he pulls them from his robe. Dust actually puffs from the lock as he puts the skeleton key into the slot and turns. The door creaks as it opens, and they step inside.
There are paintings along the walls.
"We don't know who made these murals." Krille said as he motioned to the stone slabs that stood along the walls. He paused once the Order of the Phoenix had entered the room and pulled the door closed. "If any of you are familiar with the Oracle Walls of Spook City, you'd recognize the design. We don't know if these particular slabs show the past or the future, unfortunately, but we're quite certain that they are directly related to the Guardian."
One of the paintings shows the Triforce of Courage sitting in the middle of a crater many, many miles across. The painting before that shows what seems to be an explosion. The painting after...
Something huge, dark and horrifying, is rising out of the ground. It is enormous, the biggest living thing any of them can comprehend, though nondescript in design. A horror. A nightmare.
"We know that Celestia rose out of the sea after the creation of the Crater. We also know that the Crater was created when the Guardian was put there, and the Triforce of Courage was dropped on top of it. What we're not sure of is how the Guardian was put there. And whatever the Guardian is, it is bad enough that both North and South Watches exist with a sole purpose; if the Guardian should be released, they are to set off a series of detonators below the surface of the island that would sever the whole eastern half of the island and drop it back into the sea. We hope that this will destroy the Guardian, if freed. The ancients seemed quite content not to fight it, should it arise from the Crater. And when you look at the ruins of Old Watch...they offer a clue, I suppose, as to the violence of this entombing event."
The next plaque shows a smudged, indistinct form, no doubt the Guardian...doing....something? Blue fire lights up the sky and one horizong. Another image shows a smudged whirlpool set amongst stormy seas. It's clear that these tablets are old and were not taken very good care of prior to their arrival to Skyloft.
"We think this is supposed to be the Ruins of Atlantis." Krille says, his feathered hand tracing this last image. "Destroyed during the Age of Resistance. I suppose it's possible they're connected, but I think it's more likely that this is an unrelated mural, though it does offer a glimpse of the potential date of the formation of the Crater and the fall of Atlantis being near the same time."
Krille looks nervously back at the door, then leans down toward Jek Utinni. His beak pops together a couple of times.
"I don't know for sure, but I think the College of Lore in Mistytomb Hamlet has answers. Answers I don't have, and that they're not keen to share. If you could go there...or if you knew someone perhaps who is affiliated with the College, you may get better answers."
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Listening in, Amitola looks at Krille, then over to Jek. "I'd love to join in. As long as I'm not in the way, also you're welcome to ramble as many questions as you would like." After this she then looks back to Krille, sending a polite smile... well the least intimidating smile that a Dragonborn can send without looking like they want to eat someone alive.
"Thank you, not only for the access to the library, but for taking time to provide the information that you have."
Slade examines the murals for a short time. "Buncha gobbledygook if ever I seen any" he whispers.
Darla seems quite interested in Krille's tailfeathers and taking a few in her beak, proceeds to pull as hard as she can while hissing.