The slave's voice echoed in a dome room gone suddenly dark. No response came from the figure who'd identified himself as Mason Ettrick. Broken sounds flashed occasionally over the course of a bit, accompanied by milli-tick images that were again scattered like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
Then all at once a new pair of eyes appeared; piercing, longing, desperation embodied in light teal irises, set against olive cheeks and forehead, "Is it true? Treid rebuilds himself? You are in the depths of the ice beneath his tomb and you have seen it? He can be restored? Oh! Such relief I have never known!" Without really waiting for any response, the figure, whose voice indicated a woman, continued.
"You must remove yourself from there at once! if he is reconstructing himself, there must be no parasites!" Her own eyes flinched as if realizing the insult, "Forgive me, I did not mean it that way, but you are mortals only, and may cause some weakening by your presence. I can tell you this much. Calam is dead..." Her voice broke slightly on the last word and her eyes dropped momentarily while a hand stroked across them.
She took several breaths to regain her composure, "There is much I do not know, and what I DO know comes second-hand from Xiur, who is NOT 'wandering outside anyone's door!', but even now lies in recovery from that TRAITOR'S BACK STAB!...I was ready to assume he partnered with Audrae's crew, but it seems he slew one of HER elite as well...I'm not sure what to make of that...Almost it seems her part played to rescue him from further evil."
She collected herself again from her muttering, as if she'd realized she was getting off track. "Calam is in Valaris, or his body is believed to be. Others think it lies within an ice berg in the Northern Sea, powering all the strange phenomena there. It is possible. His intent was to prevent the looting of the ruined city. He had some sense of it being sacred ground, upon which he intended some manner of dedication to his father, Treid. He made some elaborate protection, but over taxed and destroyed himself. The power still works, but is now uncontrolled, save for the meager attempts of that fool Ettrick, and his apparent wish to bring control to his liege."
Her voice fluctuated between extremes of anger over parts played by most others, and anguish when the subject turned to Treid and his son. "Understand, I only know of Calam from the words of Xuir, who spends far more time in Valaris than I. But to save my beloved Treid, you must leave his body. It needs the purity of his broken essence returned. The shards, they flew into the heavens. But I think they are likely to return to him. Not all, of course. I even hold one in my hand now, which is how this conversation is possible. Clearly that Ettrick possesses one as well."
Even on such a large backdrop, her eyes plainly focused on Padraig, "The ice itself should serve to restore him as well, I think. But as many pure shards as can be acquired will greatly ease the effort. You, Padraig Augustin. I know you and your dedication to knowledge. You do us both proud. I believe that with your creativity, and command of chemistry, the use of one shard to calibrate your presence within that same body, should allow some means to have it show you a way out. My love has lost a few already. One more should not be significant, but the backlash of your presence could be. Please hurry! I will see you honored and rewarded."
Then all at once a new pair of eyes appeared; piercing, longing, desperation embodied in light teal irises, set against olive cheeks and forehead, "Is it true? Treid rebuilds himself? You are in the depths of the ice beneath his tomb and you have seen it? He can be restored? Oh! Such relief I have never known!" Without really waiting for any response, the figure, whose voice indicated a woman, continued.
"You must remove yourself from there at once! if he is reconstructing himself, there must be no parasites!" Her own eyes flinched as if realizing the insult, "Forgive me, I did not mean it that way, but you are mortals only, and may cause some weakening by your presence. I can tell you this much. Calam is dead..." Her voice broke slightly on the last word and her eyes dropped momentarily while a hand stroked across them.
She took several breaths to regain her composure, "There is much I do not know, and what I DO know comes second-hand from Xiur, who is NOT 'wandering outside anyone's door!', but even now lies in recovery from that TRAITOR'S BACK STAB!...I was ready to assume he partnered with Audrae's crew, but it seems he slew one of HER elite as well...I'm not sure what to make of that...Almost it seems her part played to rescue him from further evil."
She collected herself again from her muttering, as if she'd realized she was getting off track. "Calam is in Valaris, or his body is believed to be. Others think it lies within an ice berg in the Northern Sea, powering all the strange phenomena there. It is possible. His intent was to prevent the looting of the ruined city. He had some sense of it being sacred ground, upon which he intended some manner of dedication to his father, Treid. He made some elaborate protection, but over taxed and destroyed himself. The power still works, but is now uncontrolled, save for the meager attempts of that fool Ettrick, and his apparent wish to bring control to his liege."
Her voice fluctuated between extremes of anger over parts played by most others, and anguish when the subject turned to Treid and his son. "Understand, I only know of Calam from the words of Xuir, who spends far more time in Valaris than I. But to save my beloved Treid, you must leave his body. It needs the purity of his broken essence returned. The shards, they flew into the heavens. But I think they are likely to return to him. Not all, of course. I even hold one in my hand now, which is how this conversation is possible. Clearly that Ettrick possesses one as well."
Even on such a large backdrop, her eyes plainly focused on Padraig, "The ice itself should serve to restore him as well, I think. But as many pure shards as can be acquired will greatly ease the effort. You, Padraig Augustin. I know you and your dedication to knowledge. You do us both proud. I believe that with your creativity, and command of chemistry, the use of one shard to calibrate your presence within that same body, should allow some means to have it show you a way out. My love has lost a few already. One more should not be significant, but the backlash of your presence could be. Please hurry! I will see you honored and rewarded."