"I'll take a look too," Gewyn says. "Though my riddles are normally of the verbal variety. Still, more eyes likely can't hurt."
When Elthana wakes, Gewyn turns to look even before she speaks. "Well, just your own nightmares is something at least. And we are one sleep closer to this all being over." He gives a reassuring smile. "And Spyro, is it just me, or are you looking... heartier? I guess some rest did you good"
Spyro does indeed look slightly different, his flowers tighter, more scale shaped closed buds which drill around his neck and down his back, and his hue has changed. "I don't feel too different, but I am glad Elthana is feeling even a little better, what are we doing today? What is that?" He flutters around the room before landing upon the table.
Vin notices his pack move as Bryze also tugs to be free and fly around.
Of those in the room Gewyn is the only one to have not had a proper look at the mysterious symbols. But he does so and looks deeply into the puzzling conflation of circle parts upon the page, arranged in 8 rows and 8 columns, each circle part either by itself or connected to other parts within a single symbol. As Muir had deduced before, each single circle part which sits alone has one of sixteen possible locations within its own circular confines. Gewyn scratches his chin.
Vin spends a little time looking at the symbols before admitting defeat and giving up.
"Beats me what it is all about. Surely Ginro must know though".
When he notices Bry'ze becoming restless, he will reach down to make sure she is able to free herself and fly about, before burying his head in his book again.
Neferox slowly stands and stretches, looking re-invigorated after her rest.
Gewyn turns the box over a few times and then goes still. His eyes flick back and forth as he thinks. He starts to hum a few notes, and then stops abruptly. He pulls out his cittern and tunes it. He plays a few notes, and then changes his mind. He changes the tuning, dropping a couple of the strings. Then he sits down and focuses on the 'puzzle.' He starts picking individual notes, piecing them together to try and find a melody. Sometimes he replays a piece but with a few of the notes changed.
"It's not a puzzle. It's a song. This would be better with percussion, but I should be able pick out the melody."
Gewyn takes his time, picking out what note each symbol represents, taking time to move through common chords for the symbols that seem to be connected and working backwards from there. Before too long a melody presents itself, and Gewyn plays something which seems akin to a lullaby, in a round, slow and fast.
"AH! A song! No wonder I could not get it....music....well it escapes me. It is not something I am overly familiar with. You would think Ginro would know but perhaps not. Perhaps that is part of the plan in keeping how to destroy the box a secret. Well we will see....It seems a lovely tune....Well I really do not have much to compare to but Gewyn you play masterfully...that much these boys can clearly hear" Muir gives a little tug on his ears when he mentions the word boys
Vin pipes up, "Very clever. But do we know what the tune does? Does it unlock the box or activate it?". He doesn't even look up, carrying on wit his nose in his book.
Muir surmises "Indeed, I do. Putting what I read together and this song, it will open the box up and make whatever is inside, which I imagine is the phylactery, vulnerable allowing us to destroy it. So when we get to Vox, who Sam said has the box in their head, Gewyn will have to play this song to open the box. I do not know how he save Vox with the box in their head they could end up dead......" Muir ironically sounding like a poet and he didn't even know it.
Still sitting on the cloud bed with her arms wrapped around her knees, Elthana looks down, listening to the tune Gewyn plays.
She hums for a bit, then you hear a quiet voice singing words to the lullaby... "I'll feel you in the sun I'll hear you in the wind I'll see you in my dreams I'll hold you in my heart
I'll find you in the quiet, or the swell of the ocean I'll find you in the dawn of the hurt Your memory may sneak From my eyes unto my cheek My darling
I'll feel you in the sun I'll hear you in the wind I'll see you in my dreams I'll hold you in my heart"
A tear rolls down her cheek as she finishes the lullaby.
Muir nods "Indeed yes, I am sure after Sam's drunken stupor when we first arrived here, he woke and told me and Elthana that Vox Trontitor had a box, by the looks of it this box, in her head. Sam said and I quote "It was like half embedded in his head"....I do believe he meant her head but details are always....shaky when Sam recounts stories. Anyway they believed they had this connection due to his being undead but I believe it could be due to his connection with the Giants but again getting answers about Sam's ancestry will be harder than getting answers about yours Vincent" Muir chuckles as he looks at Nef and then stops chuckling not wanting to be attacked again "Nivara controls Vox's body to keep this world intact but Vox has some of her mind left. Vox believes in order to save the realm she has to imbue one of the Djinn with her power.....I suppose that's a discussion for another time with all the Djinn present."
Vin just looks from Muir with his revelation that he believes Sam has a connection to Vox Tontritor to Gewyn and Elthana playing and singing a lullaby. He simply shakes his head as he tries to process everything.
He turns back to Muir, "If this is real, and if it was a giant related connection, why wouldn't Omertyr or the Djinn be linked to Vox and communicate with her? It is far more likely that it is in part related to the undead state. Which means as we suspected, Sam is not quite wholly living any more. It would explain a lot".
A faint pop and suddenly the smiling Ginro is standing within the room with all of you, smiling as per usual his glasses balanced on the top of his nose and his staff empty of the orb that usually resides there, likely because of the fact you are all currently standing within it. He looks over to Muir and Gewyn who are in turn looking over the blue prints and playing the code to open the box. "I see the schematics have helped you find what you wanted to find? How was your sleep? Do any of you know exactly how many hours have passed, I ask only for research purposes of course." As he continues looking around his gaze lands on Elthana, "oh, my... Was it another Nightmare? Are you... You.?"
As soon as Ginro appears, Vin goes silent on the topic they were discussing.
"I feel as though it has been at least eight hours as we are used to it. But I have no idea how many hours it has been to you", he says, looking Ginro over to see if he has changed clothes or grown some stubble or the like.
Lost in her memories, Elthana doesn't pay attention to the conversation between Vin and Muir and continues to hum. But stops abruptly as the appearance of Ginro surprises her. At his inquiries, she nods.. an answer to both. But then adds, "Yes, it is me. I believe Gewyn would know if it is not. But the nightmare was all mine, no influence of Nivara."
"that's... Good to know, not just for me or for you, but for all of us, for the realm. Have you any way of taking rest in another pocket dimension once you've all left this isle to continue your journey?" Ginro says approaching Elthana's bed but hesitating to reach out, it seems he's not so practiced at comforting people. Though he does take a seat, perched on the end of Elthana's cloud bed, he then turns to Vin, "it's been 8 hours and 45 minutes, you'll be happy to know it worked within the margins of error that we laid out in our parameter calculations. You technically were teleported many many leagues away from this isle and then we had to rely on our calculations to intercept you once more, it was a tense hour just now before I was able to resummon my orb..." He then frowns a little and turns to Muir but addresses the rest of the group too "In answer to your other question I have been getting reports on Sam's whereabouts, I did try my hardest to persuade him to join you all, I was even tempted to try some underhanded tactics but in the end I chose not to, something about him dissuaded me, I tell you all this next bit in confidence and out of concern..." he takes a moment trying to pick his words carefully, "something is unsettlingly wrong with that man. Paranoia, possibly depression, I'm unsure... He was given free roam of the entire isle but ended up returning to the bar and passing out there... He distrusts everything and everyone around him, trusting only in his instincts even when they prove to betray him. I'm at a loss for how to assist, rebuffed when I offer it and running out of time to try anything more, and so I come to you all, keep an eye on that man, he has great potential and seems hells bent on putting himself at a disadvantage..." Ginro stares at the floor for a moment lost in thought, concern furrowing it's way into his brow before someone breaks his lack of focus
Vin starts to clap, and Ginro might think it is to do with his calculations, but alas not. “Credit where credit is due, that is some masterful manipulation by Sam. He pulls the shadiest shit, and manages to end up with Muir apologising to him and Ginro feeling sorry for him and trying to get us to as well. I hope none of you are falling for this garbage”.
Muir smiles at Vin “Indeed but in my case it was self reflecting. If I am to see your destinies through and aid you, all of you, I have to put what he did to me behind me…forgiven but not forgotten I think the saying goes? Granted I did hope he would accept the apology but it goes deep….” Muir trails off
"oh don't get me wrong, I don't feel sorry for him, I feel that his choices are his own and stubbornly self damaging, I feel sorry for those that will be effected, those he puts at risk by not accepting help where it is offered. Those who have to navigate his exhaustion. What happens if your day today takes you to the thunder, to Vox's castle and his hangover and lack of trust in this realm causes the fall of everything... I tried using this logic with him, but to no avail, it is pitiable and foolish." Ginro grimaces at this still staring at the floor, before he remembers where he is and moves on, "the music, the vibrational pattern to unlock the box, I've never heard it played on a string instrument before it is wonderful, though I must admit, I am not sure where the melody is from, it was merely in Vox's... Well, likely Nivara's request."
"I'll take a look too," Gewyn says. "Though my riddles are normally of the verbal variety. Still, more eyes likely can't hurt."
When Elthana wakes, Gewyn turns to look even before she speaks. "Well, just your own nightmares is something at least. And we are one sleep closer to this all being over." He gives a reassuring smile. "And Spyro, is it just me, or are you looking... heartier? I guess some rest did you good"
Spyro does indeed look slightly different, his flowers tighter, more scale shaped closed buds which drill around his neck and down his back, and his hue has changed. "I don't feel too different, but I am glad Elthana is feeling even a little better, what are we doing today? What is that?" He flutters around the room before landing upon the table.
Vin notices his pack move as Bryze also tugs to be free and fly around.
Of those in the room Gewyn is the only one to have not had a proper look at the mysterious symbols. But he does so and looks deeply into the puzzling conflation of circle parts upon the page, arranged in 8 rows and 8 columns, each circle part either by itself or connected to other parts within a single symbol. As Muir had deduced before, each single circle part which sits alone has one of sixteen possible locations within its own circular confines. Gewyn scratches his chin.
Vin spends a little time looking at the symbols before admitting defeat and giving up.
"Beats me what it is all about. Surely Ginro must know though".
When he notices Bry'ze becoming restless, he will reach down to make sure she is able to free herself and fly about, before burying his head in his book again.
Neferox slowly stands and stretches, looking re-invigorated after her rest.
Gewyn turns the box over a few times and then goes still. His eyes flick back and forth as he thinks. He starts to hum a few notes, and then stops abruptly. He pulls out his cittern and tunes it. He plays a few notes, and then changes his mind. He changes the tuning, dropping a couple of the strings. Then he sits down and focuses on the 'puzzle.' He starts picking individual notes, piecing them together to try and find a melody. Sometimes he replays a piece but with a few of the notes changed.
"It's not a puzzle. It's a song. This would be better with percussion, but I should be able pick out the melody."
Gewyn takes his time, picking out what note each symbol represents, taking time to move through common chords for the symbols that seem to be connected and working backwards from there. Before too long a melody presents itself, and Gewyn plays something which seems akin to a lullaby, in a round, slow and fast.
"AH! A song! No wonder I could not get it....music....well it escapes me. It is not something I am overly familiar with. You would think Ginro would know but perhaps not. Perhaps that is part of the plan in keeping how to destroy the box a secret. Well we will see....It seems a lovely tune....Well I really do not have much to compare to but Gewyn you play masterfully...that much these boys can clearly hear" Muir gives a little tug on his ears when he mentions the word boys
Vin pipes up, "Very clever. But do we know what the tune does? Does it unlock the box or activate it?". He doesn't even look up, carrying on wit his nose in his book.
Muir surmises "Indeed, I do. Putting what I read together and this song, it will open the box up and make whatever is inside, which I imagine is the phylactery, vulnerable allowing us to destroy it. So when we get to Vox, who Sam said has the box in their head, Gewyn will have to play this song to open the box. I do not know how he save Vox with the box in their head they could end up dead......" Muir ironically sounding like a poet and he didn't even know it.
At this statement from Muir, Vin does look up from his book.
"How the hell would Sam know the box is in Vox Tontritor's head?", he asks completely confused by Muir's assertion.
Still sitting on the cloud bed with her arms wrapped around her knees, Elthana looks down, listening to the tune Gewyn plays.
She hums for a bit, then you hear a quiet voice singing words to the lullaby...
"I'll feel you in the sun
I'll hear you in the wind
I'll see you in my dreams
I'll hold you in my heart
I'll find you in the quiet,
or the swell of the ocean
I'll find you in the dawn of the hurt
Your memory may sneak
From my eyes unto my cheek
My darling
I'll feel you in the sun
I'll hear you in the wind
I'll see you in my dreams
I'll hold you in my heart"
A tear rolls down her cheek as she finishes the lullaby.
Muir nods "Indeed yes, I am sure after Sam's drunken stupor when we first arrived here, he woke and told me and Elthana that Vox Trontitor had a box, by the looks of it this box, in her head. Sam said and I quote "It was like half embedded in his head"....I do believe he meant her head but details are always....shaky when Sam recounts stories. Anyway they believed they had this connection due to his being undead but I believe it could be due to his connection with the Giants but again getting answers about Sam's ancestry will be harder than getting answers about yours Vincent" Muir chuckles as he looks at Nef and then stops chuckling not wanting to be attacked again "Nivara controls Vox's body to keep this world intact but Vox has some of her mind left. Vox believes in order to save the realm she has to imbue one of the Djinn with her power.....I suppose that's a discussion for another time with all the Djinn present."
Vin just looks from Muir with his revelation that he believes Sam has a connection to Vox Tontritor to Gewyn and Elthana playing and singing a lullaby. He simply shakes his head as he tries to process everything.
He turns back to Muir, "If this is real, and if it was a giant related connection, why wouldn't Omertyr or the Djinn be linked to Vox and communicate with her? It is far more likely that it is in part related to the undead state. Which means as we suspected, Sam is not quite wholly living any more. It would explain a lot".
A faint pop and suddenly the smiling Ginro is standing within the room with all of you, smiling as per usual his glasses balanced on the top of his nose and his staff empty of the orb that usually resides there, likely because of the fact you are all currently standing within it. He looks over to Muir and Gewyn who are in turn looking over the blue prints and playing the code to open the box. "I see the schematics have helped you find what you wanted to find? How was your sleep? Do any of you know exactly how many hours have passed, I ask only for research purposes of course." As he continues looking around his gaze lands on Elthana, "oh, my... Was it another Nightmare? Are you... You.?"
As soon as Ginro appears, Vin goes silent on the topic they were discussing.
"I feel as though it has been at least eight hours as we are used to it. But I have no idea how many hours it has been to you", he says, looking Ginro over to see if he has changed clothes or grown some stubble or the like.
Muir turns his attention to Ginro as he poofs into the room
”I assume it’s been as Vin has said since it takes 32 hours for us to rest but this was supposed to mimic your time….What has Sam been doing!”
Lost in her memories, Elthana doesn't pay attention to the conversation between Vin and Muir and continues to hum. But stops abruptly as the appearance of Ginro surprises her. At his inquiries, she nods.. an answer to both. But then adds, "Yes, it is me. I believe Gewyn would know if it is not. But the nightmare was all mine, no influence of Nivara."
"that's... Good to know, not just for me or for you, but for all of us, for the realm. Have you any way of taking rest in another pocket dimension once you've all left this isle to continue your journey?" Ginro says approaching Elthana's bed but hesitating to reach out, it seems he's not so practiced at comforting people. Though he does take a seat, perched on the end of Elthana's cloud bed, he then turns to Vin, "it's been 8 hours and 45 minutes, you'll be happy to know it worked within the margins of error that we laid out in our parameter calculations. You technically were teleported many many leagues away from this isle and then we had to rely on our calculations to intercept you once more, it was a tense hour just now before I was able to resummon my orb..." He then frowns a little and turns to Muir but addresses the rest of the group too "In answer to your other question I have been getting reports on Sam's whereabouts, I did try my hardest to persuade him to join you all, I was even tempted to try some underhanded tactics but in the end I chose not to, something about him dissuaded me, I tell you all this next bit in confidence and out of concern..." he takes a moment trying to pick his words carefully, "something is unsettlingly wrong with that man. Paranoia, possibly depression, I'm unsure... He was given free roam of the entire isle but ended up returning to the bar and passing out there... He distrusts everything and everyone around him, trusting only in his instincts even when they prove to betray him. I'm at a loss for how to assist, rebuffed when I offer it and running out of time to try anything more, and so I come to you all, keep an eye on that man, he has great potential and seems hells bent on putting himself at a disadvantage..." Ginro stares at the floor for a moment lost in thought, concern furrowing it's way into his brow before someone breaks his lack of focus
Vin starts to clap, and Ginro might think it is to do with his calculations, but alas not.
“Credit where credit is due, that is some masterful manipulation by Sam. He pulls the shadiest shit, and manages to end up with Muir apologising to him and Ginro feeling sorry for him and trying to get us to as well. I hope none of you are falling for this garbage”.
Muir smiles at Vin “Indeed but in my case it was self reflecting. If I am to see your destinies through and aid you, all of you, I have to put what he did to me behind me…forgiven but not forgotten I think the saying goes? Granted I did hope he would accept the apology but it goes deep….” Muir trails off
"oh don't get me wrong, I don't feel sorry for him, I feel that his choices are his own and stubbornly self damaging, I feel sorry for those that will be effected, those he puts at risk by not accepting help where it is offered. Those who have to navigate his exhaustion. What happens if your day today takes you to the thunder, to Vox's castle and his hangover and lack of trust in this realm causes the fall of everything... I tried using this logic with him, but to no avail, it is pitiable and foolish." Ginro grimaces at this still staring at the floor, before he remembers where he is and moves on, "the music, the vibrational pattern to unlock the box, I've never heard it played on a string instrument before it is wonderful, though I must admit, I am not sure where the melody is from, it was merely in Vox's... Well, likely Nivara's request."