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Post by Lady Astrid Stormstone on Aug 5, 2023 20:50:04 GMT -5
Hands on her hips to try to imitate the poses of the people in society who do the most thinking, Astrid stares up at the stone long and hard. She’s heard tall tale of dwarves being connected with stones. How does that work? Ain’t any way Ginma actually molded them from the earth itself. Well, unless their bones are made from stones like some dwarves seem to think. How does she connect with this big rock?
Oh, that’s an idea!
Hoping that for some reason it will work, Astrid steps over to the rockface, smoothed by erosion and sandy winds over hundreds if not thousands of years, and licks it.
Bad idea. Bad, bad, bad idea. It isn’t that it tastes like anything, it’s that there’s bits of sand stuck to the surface that now rough up her tongue and teeth. “Bleh, bleh, bleh!” she coughs, trying to brush the sand out of her mouth unsuccessfully. Why did she think that was a good idea?? Hopefully, no one saw that…
As she steps away, Astrid looks at the towering stone again before her eyes follow its shadow along the ground. “I wonder somethin’, da…” She turns her eyes up to Cantio. “If folks use the stone as a way ta tell time, what if it points us in the right direction dependin’ on when he died? Any of yer stories tell ya when he died?” And maybe if they don’t, there could be some metaphorical representation of his time on earth passing like the sun setting on his time? If she were worldly enough to suggest that, anyway.
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Post by Cantio von Lumen on Aug 8, 2023 13:07:52 GMT -5
Cantio, himself, is too deep in thought to realize that Astrid is doing something questionable until he hears her coughing. He blinks out of his stupor, looking towards the girl, and bubbling into a soft laugh when he notices her trying to… brush something off her tongue? Did she swallow a bug? He has done that more times than he cares to admit; those little bastards fly faster than an Arcuila when you’re riding in a wagon, telling stories that nobody asked for. He strides towards Astrid, steps slow as he picks his way around stray rocks; and eventually, the bard stands next to her, blinking as she speaks again. ‘Da’ is still such a foreign word to him, but it fills his chest with a particularly proud warmth nonetheless. “ Hm?” He prompts, turning on a heel to look up at the towering stone with her. He cocks his head, listening quietly to her questions. “ When he died...?” He repeats, brows furrowing slightly. He sets his hands on his hips. It’s a great idea! He’s certainly not smart enough to piece something like that together, but in terms of when he died…. When did he die? For a minute, Cantio remains quiet, pondering; and then he breathes a sigh.
The bard begins to hum a tune, and then speaks a few lines in rhythm with the sound: “From dust he was born, And to dust he returned. And in the tomb where he lain, Were left only the words:
Some things we will never leave, And some things we cannot let go. Through the light and through the dark, Stand strong in what you know.
Time waits for no one, It did not wait for me. The passage of time will heal and scar, And from it we grow and achieve.
Count each second as a blessing, Walk that road slow. And when the sun rises and the stars sink, Take the path where the shadows flow.
Time will not wait for you, And there is no way to return. The road is long and our burden heavy. But on our feet we stand firm.”
Cantio clears his throat,
“Each moment which passes, Is one we shall not experience again, But if you respect the sands of time as I did, May we meet as my soul reaches its end.”
Cantio scratches at his forearm almost nervously, and offers Astrid a sheepish smile.
“The story I told you is actually part of one big… poem? Maybe, but uh… the end was a little depressing, so I left that part out, initially. I’m really not sure if it’s even all that helpful in this context, there’s nothing really about...” Cantio proceeds to gesture at the big rock. “A stone, or a dial, or... even a time... Anything like that.”
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Post by Lady Astrid Stormstone on Aug 8, 2023 19:49:38 GMT -5
Astrid listens carefully to the end of the poem as Cantio recounts it, closing her eyes and crossing her arms to make sure she focuses on listening and not anything that could catch her attention otherwise. When he finishes, she opens her eyes and furrows her brow, bringing on hand up to tap her finger on her chin thoughtfully while he ponders. Her eyes look back toward the Nomad’s Stone when he gestures to it.
“Wait, folks we talked ta said they use the stone ta tell time,” she recalls. “And um… that’s how time dials works, right? When they stick a stick in the ground an’ can tell time based on where the shadow falls?” Astrid looks up to him as if looking for confirmation before considering the poem again.
“When the sun rises an’ the stars sink, Take the path where the shadows flow,” she repeats. “What if we gotta come here before sunrise an’ walk along the shadow of the stone at dawn? Oh, an’ maybe each second, we take a step, ‘cause it said ta walk that road slow. Maybe that’ll lead us ta where we gotta go??”
She looks excited at the thought. “Can we camp here? Can we give that a try?”
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Post by Cantio von Lumen on Aug 26, 2023 16:07:50 GMT -5
“ Uh-huh.” Cantio agrees without missing a beat. He keeps his hands rested upon his hips, only tilting his head slightly to listen to Astrid’s reasoning. He blinks a few times, meeting her gaze briefly, and clearing his throat as he nods in agreement to her theory. Admittedly, living in the wealthier areas of Sol City meant he didn’t have frequent exposure to sun dials… but he’s like, 80% sure that’s definitely how it works. He listens to the rest of Astrid’s hypothesis, curling a thoughtful finger beneath his chin and pursing his lips as he looks back at the monument. “Huh…” he ponders; she makes a good point, and everything she says makes some kind of sense… He looks back at her; she’s so excited, he really can’t help but grin in return.
He feels a little twinge of pride; Astrid really is smart!
“ Why not? Let’s give it a try!” He agrees, clapping his hands as if to solidify their decision to the universe. “ Let’s go look for a good place to set-up, and by sunrise, we’ll get going! Worse comes to worse, we regather and reconsider our options, but I think that sounds like a great idea!”
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Post by Lady Astrid Stormstone on Aug 31, 2023 21:59:27 GMT -5
It’s certainly encouraging that Cantio is happy to try out Astrid’s idea, and she excitedly rushes to gather up their camp supplies and lug it to the campground nearby. Over the course of their journey on land, Astrid voluntarily made herself the pack mule, partially by necessity. The whole trip has been so exciting that she never minded at all, and even with the extra weight, her pace kept up with Cantio’s easily. The two of them get a small camp set up, not really even bothering to pitch a tent with how clear the skies are, simply laying out bedrolls beside a small fire so when they’re ready to sleep, they do so under an expanse of stars above. During their travels, Cantio pointed out a few constellations he knew along with their stories, so each night, Astrid does her best to find them and point them out to him again as some proof that she was really listening to him. The dwarves don't much care for constellations as much as she can remember. Their kind tend to keep below ground and have no need for navigation by stars. Before long, she dozes off into a restful sleep. Then, just before the sun is up, Astrid suddenly wakes. That’s right! They need to be up in the morning! Avasha above, she slept so restlessly because she doesn’t want to miss it! “Da, da, get up,” she says, reaching over and shaking Cantio by the shoulder vigorously. She immediately sits on her knees and rolls up her bedroll and starts cleaning up their camp. The sun isn’t up yet, only a warm glow on the horizon, but it’s coming. In her excitement, she yoinks Cantio’s bedroll out from under him and starts rolling it up too. Then, with everything packed up and a quick breakfast of jerky, Astrid is on her feet and rushes across the sandy grass to the monument. Her eyes stay glued to the massive rock’s face, looking for any signs or sense of what’s to come when the sun peeks over the horizon. Nothing calls out to her, so she turns and faces the direction of the long shadow forming along the ground, cast by the Nomad’s Stone. Astrid looks up at Cantio and recites the poem again. Count each second as a blessing, Walk that road slow. And when the sun rises and the stars sink, Take the path where the shadows flow. And then she starts walking forward, counting a step with each second, trying to match strides with Cantio. What waits for them at the end?
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Post by Cantio von Lumen on Oct 16, 2023 18:59:24 GMT -5
Cantio smiles, golden gaze softening fondly as Astrid rushes off. Together (but mostly through Astrid’s efforts) they drag their supplies to the campground nearby… which, honestly, turns out a bit fruitless— as the night is clear and Cantio and Astrid simply curl up within the bedrolls. It takes Cantio by surprise, but equally fills him with warmth, when Astrid starts pointing out familiar constellations; constellations that Cantio babbled anxiously about during their journey through King’s Valley. He listens quietly, gazing up at the sky above with a weak smile lit in warm hues by firelight as one of the only people to ever take his silly stories seriously repeats them back to him. Almost like they meant something. It’s a nice feeling. He’s not sure when he dozes off, but he dozes off feeling warm and fuzzy; a feeling that is quick to end when Astrid’s voice, paired with a small earthquake, cuts through a sleepy bliss to wake him. Cantio grunts, his eyes growing tired again despite flashing open wide when Astrid started to shake him. “ Mm. I’m getting up.” He agrees without moving. At some point, he thinks he closes his eyes again and drifts off; and then he’s awake as he flops face-first into the grass, sputtering in confusion, when Astrid pulls the bedroll right from under him. “ I’m up! I’m up.” Cantio drowsily assists cleaning up the rest of the camp (even though Astrid has already taken care of most of it) and foregoes any semblance of an actual breakfast for pieces of dried jerky and fruits, instead. Eventually, he smiles drowsily as he stands beside Astrid, munching on some dried berries as he looks up to the rock face. Astrid, meanwhile, is staring at it like it owes her money; he fades out a little— admittedly, he is not a huge morning person— but the girl’s voice brings him back to the Nomad’s stone; and he glances to her as she recites the poem. He swallows his last bit of breakfast, listening to the words he spoke yesterday repeated in verbatim, and then watches Astrid start to make steps. Carefully, Cantio follows her; at first, completely out of sync— but after studying Astrid’s motions— he’s able to step more in line. The seconds pass, followed by a step; one, and one, and one, and then one more; it’s a slow process, but together, they follow where the shadows flow with a deliberate, careful slowness. At least, until the shadows end. Cantio thumps against a block of dirt, too focused on watching his and Astrid’s feet to realize that they were coming upon one of the many hilled crests of King’s Valley. He snorts, covering his face as he offers the hill a somewhat bitter glance; the impact of his face causes some chunks of dirt to detach from the cleft. The crest looks the same up close as it does from far away; a massive tree settled at the top, one of the only around this place, with its roots bared to the elements and stretching across the dirt cleft below. Cantio sniffs, rubbing his nose as he looks up, then back to the sun dial.
“Do we… go over it?” He remarks, “But the shadow might not even reach the other side.”
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Post by Lady Astrid Stormstone on Nov 24, 2023 16:03:42 GMT -5
Step by step the two of them follow the stretching shadow. It leads them up to a nearby hillside where grass peers up from sand that’s been blown in by the desert winds. As the sun crests the horizon, and the shadows are at their longest point, Astrid and Cantio stand on that hill, looking around for any sign of… well, anything at this point.
Besides a gentle breeze, it’s quiet on this hillside. Astrid’s brow furrows as she can’t seem to see anything that leads her in the right direction. It feels like they did everything right, and she looks back to the Nomad’s Stone with some sense of betrayal crossing her face. What did they miss? Was the fable wrong? Is something missing? Was this all just based on stories and hope to begin with?
Well, that was always a possibility, wasn’t it? With a deep sigh, she quells the disappointment that wells up in her chest. Maybe they didn’t find this ancient tomb from the stories, but the most important thing is that they took a journey here together and in that journey, she and Cantio developed a closer bond than they had before. Traveling with Cantio has been a blast, and she wouldn’t trade that time for the world, even if the end of it all is a bit disappointing.
Still, there’s no harm and checking the other side of the hill, right? Looking back down at the shadow of the Nomad’s stone, it has connected with and started to bleed into the shadow of this one lone hillside. Maybe it’s not over yet.
“Let’s do it,” Astrid says with a look of determination.
Her tiny legs carry her quickly down the hill, nearly sliding in places as sand loosens itself beneath her. The entire west side of the hill is in shadow, so she starts walking from one end to the other. Despite the loose ground, Astrid stays surefooted.
That is, until her foot passes through the sand and with a yelp, she disappears beneath it.
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Post by Cantio von Lumen on Nov 28, 2023 20:06:33 GMT -5
Cantio nods after Astrid encourages them to continue on; this was her idea, and he has every intention to follow it to its end. He steps after her, occasionally offering her a quick hand when Astrid starts to slide on the sand in order to keep her upright— even though, she doesn’t really need it. Still, Cantio watches her with the fretfulness of a mother hen, almost forgetting to watch his own steps in the process; until he steps on nothing only seconds after Astrid disappears into the sand. He doesn’t have time to process her disappearance, let alone his own; and it happens so fast, Cantio forgets to shriek until he hits the ground— which is much softer than he would have thought, but beggars can’t be choosers. He gasps, floundering about in the sandy pile for a moment before all of his senses snap back to him.
Wait— Astrid! Astrid disappeared! “ Astrid!?” He calls, propping himself up on his hands and knees, frightened he might have fallen on her— but his fingers sink into soft sand, and he can feel something like… a steady trickle, tapping away at the top of his head. He makes the regretful mistake of looking up, and is awarded with a far-too generous face full of sand. “ Pbbthh— skjkbth.” He recoils sharply, spatting a mouthful of particles onto the pile of sand he’s kneeled upon, and looks out into the rest of the cavern after he shakes the rest of the sand out of his hair. It’s… well, it’s… “ There really was a temple, here...?” Finding the temple was the entire point of this trip but Cantio is still in disbelief over it; after all, this was just a poem to him for years, and now he’s sitting in the poem. There’s piles of sand scattered about this place— all different sizes— steadily finding their grains added to by trickling sand from above, no different than a ticking hourglass— but it's too dark for him to fully make out where the walls should be.
"Astrid, are you okay?" With a flick of his wrist, Cantio summons a small mote of light in the shape of a finch; it flutters, resting on his palm, and emitting a fuller light around the room.
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Post by Lady Astrid Stormstone on Dec 2, 2023 0:50:42 GMT -5
Astrid plunges straight down into darkness and out of the desert’s morning light. The fall is relatively short, and the landing isn’t too painful since she lands on a pile of sand against a wall in a relatively square room lined with pillars. Sand trickles in after her, dusting her lightly with a single beam of sunlight shining in. It isn’t long before Cantio plummets after her, landing beside her. They both shake the sand out of their hair, little fits of coughing as if to force the surprise of the fall from their lungs.
“Gah, ugh… Gross. Yeah, da, I’m alright. How about ya?” she asks, looking at Cantio to make sure his flimsy body bent and didn’t break.
Astrid looks up at where they fell in and can see a flickering magical image. The opening seems to have been disguised by an illusion spell so that it’s impossible to see into the temple. Given the slope of the sand, she thinks there might be a staircase buried under years of piled-up sand. She looks around the room and sees a pair of heavy stone doors in the center of the opposite wall. Each wall of the room is decorated with rows and rows of carvings, reliefs, and images that tell the story of the Chrono Knight himself. The columns are decorated to match.
Carefully, Astrid stands up and helps Cantio up with her. “There’s some doors over there. I’m gonna check ‘em out,” she says. Not one thought goes through Astrid’s mind that there might be booby traps in here as she strolls through the room and pushes on the doors.
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Post by Cantio von Lumen on Dec 2, 2023 20:59:42 GMT -5
Cantio is relieved to hear Astrid’s voice, and further relieved to see her walking after the fall without any sign of a limp or other injury. “Oh— I’m fine! No damage done!” He sniffs, looking around the room with more attentiveness now that he knows his daughter is well and okay. He feels a little bubble of excitement— delayed as it may be— and takes Astrid’s hand when it is offered. “Mm,” he agrees, beginning to brush himself off.
Unfortunately, he is absolutely not an adventurer, and he also barely considers the possibility of traps in the presence of such old runes, carvings, and reliefs… He brings his little finch of light towards one of the walls to look at what's written there. “ That was a fantastic idea, Astrid!” he bubbles, touching the dip of the carving in the wall tentatively with his fingers. It’s rough, old; nothing crumbles, but he’s almost afraid that it will. The knight in these old drawings is depicted three times, each form overlapping, with a slightly shallower carving than the rest— making it look faded. “ I can’t believe we actually… I mean, this is actually here. I've been telling this story for the better part of a year, but it's actually history.” Cantio’s tail waves back and forth as he looks at the carvings in a quiet awe; they seem to loosely tell a similar poem to what he had told Astrid earlier; but there are some key differences that he cannot quite put words to… particularly two symmetrical images with slight differences to them. He steps carefully past the wall, holding the finch up to the images, before he turns to look at Astrid.
”Oh— are the doors locked?” He frets, heading towards where Astrid is pushing on the doors. He releases the finch, allowing it to flutter up to his shoulder and perch as he presses against the door, and attempts to help her push through.
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Post by Lady Astrid Stormstone on Dec 2, 2023 21:41:54 GMT -5
“Glad yer alright,” Astrid says, not admitting that she was actually very worried about Cantio’s fragile body. She helps him dust himself off, careful not to be too rough as she does. There are so many intricate decorations on his coat with threads that the sand just gets trapped in them. That’ll require something a little more… Well, something that won’t break him in half. They can worry about that later.
As they explore the room, looking at the carvings and stories written in an ancient, lost language, Astrid wishes she had more paper with her to make doodles of it. “What was?” she asks. “Oh, followin’ the shadow..? Well, that was ‘cause a’ yer poem. I just did what it said! Still…” Her eyes glance around, shimmering golden in the darker parts of the room. “It’s really real! I didn’t doubt ya fer a second!!” Looking at Cantio, she beams at him with her signature gap-toothed grin.
Then, she spots the doors and hurries over to them, pushing on them with all her might. They’ve been locked in place so long that they’ve probably weathered shut, if that’s even possible. “This would be a lot easier if they were dwarven,” Astrid comments through gritted teeth and struggling grunts. She may not know much about dwarves, but she knows plenty about perfect stonework because the codgers in Sky Peak couldn’t shut up about it.
After a few minutes of struggling with all her might, it still doesn’t budge, so Astrid steps back, hands on her hips, looking at the door and thinking that this stupid piece of stone isn’t about to stop their adventure in its tracks, no siree. She digs into her bag and pulls out some tools and starts trying to get a wedge in the door to pry it open.
There is something odd about the door that Astrid doesn’t notice while going about her investigative tests: unlike the rest of the room, it is perfectly pristine, having withstood the test of time uncharacteristically well. A series of relief carvings on the door still have their color, and just like the art Cantio saw earlier, they show a set of figures in a series of images as if the actions occur one after another. The next row down shows a detailed block pattern, which upon inspection of the room could be revealed that two giant tiles bear the same pattern and are equally pristine buried under the sand with only corners peeking out.
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Post by Cantio von Lumen on Dec 2, 2023 22:28:06 GMT -5
Cantio can’t help but laugh when Astrid grins up at him, practically sparkling; he feels a bit embarrassed in hindsight for doubting himself; especially when Astrid believed him this whole time.
The doors, though… the doors are a problem.
Cantio grunts, scrabbling on the cold floor, given his boots hardly have any grip to them for this kind of activity. He collapses into the door, panting, when Astrid finally stops pushing. “Maybe they’re pull, not push?” Cantio jokes, practically laying on the door to catch his breath. “Would, uh… would they be easier to open if they were dwarven? Somehow I feel like it’d be harder…” Cantio pushes off the door, placing his hands on his hips as he gazes at the doors.
Astrid begins to pull out some tools, and he watches her wedge them into the door to try and pry it open with a faint smile. It takes a moment for him to actually notice the oddity of the door, too busy watching Astrid attempting to open the doors, and thinking about ways he might be able to help— but when he looks up, he blinks, noticing the carvings.
Except… they’re perfect...
His weak smile disappears and Cantio furrows his brows, stepping back to join Astrid at the doors. He offers his finger to the finch of light, before leaning forwards with it to examine the reliefs closer. “Wow, these are… just like they were carved into the doors yesterday!” He exclaims with a chuckle; but similar to some of the images on the wall, he’s not entirely sure what this means.
It seems… abstract.
Cantio cocks his head, beginning to mimic one of the poses of the relief on the wall, and then the second, and then the third; they’re not very difficult to do; and the poses themselves would naturally follow one another if they were performed naturally. “Mm…” Cantio pauses on the third pose, tail flicking back and forth as he finally catches the brain cell bouncing around the room.
This is strange, right? The rest of this room has aged significantly. He’s not an adventurer, but he did adventure briefly with Tatalia, in which they dealt with numerous puzzles and illusions, and… oh. Wait. Of course it's not going to be simple.
“Uh, Astrid?” Cantio remarks, still striking a pose that probably looks goofy as hell without the context. He unwinds himself from that pose, tail swishing while he holds the finch back up to the door. “I think opening the door might be a little more complicated than just a lock.” He touches the door, feeling the chill of the door beneath his fingertips; he follows along with the carvings on the wall, ultimately pausing at the block patterns drawn. He looks between the doors, realizing that both are symmetrical.
“Astrid, do you see this anywhere in the reliefs, or maybe just the room?” He asks, tapping at the block patterns quizzically, then looking at his daughter.
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Post by Lady Astrid Stormstone on Dec 2, 2023 23:54:45 GMT -5
“Push an’ not pull…?” Astrid repeats, briefly stepping away from the door to see if there’s anything anywhere that could possibly help with that. There isn’t. She sighs and goes back to pushing. “It’d be easier ‘cause dwarves s’posedly cut their stone perfect, so it moves real smooth like it don’t have any– oof– um… What’s the word? Friction!”
While she works on physically forcing the door open, she doesn’t notice Cantio figuring something out behind her until he says as much. “Huh?” Looking up at the carvings for a moment, Astrid notes that yes, it is weird that they’re so well preserved that they still have perfect paint on them. Then she goes back to her work. It’s to no avail, but she refuses to give up, though she does take a break and sit back with a heavy breath.
“Hrm? Yea, da?” she says, looking back at him. Her head tilts with a face covered in confusion when she sees him posing. “Um, is this really the time ta be doin’ yoga…?” It might be more complicated than a lock? Astrid stands up, watching Cantio run his fingers across the stone as if he’s found something. She walks up and studies the pattern of the blocks he taps then looks around the room and spots a glimpse of the same pattern on a floor tile.
“Is that it?” she asks, pointing at the tile before going over and brushing sand away from it. This takes a moment before she uncovers the tile and reveals that it’s a perfect match. “That’s… Aye, it’s the same!” Scanning the room, Astrid spots another one catching the light of a crack in the ceiling and rushes over to uncover it too. Just like the doors, these tiles are perfectly preserved and still painted. “Wow, they’re in great shape. Wonder what we’re s’posed ta do with ‘em?”
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Post by Cantio von Lumen on Jan 10, 2024 21:24:01 GMT -5
Cantio looks over his shoulder, fingers still resting against the door; his golden eyes brighten when Astrid calls over to him. “You found it!?” He remarks, pulling away from the reliefs on the wall to join her near the tiles. His tail sways back and forth, brows furrowed thoughtfully as he studies the tile that Astrid’s uncovered. “What… do we do with them, indeed…” Cantio agrees; he tilts his head in a ponder.
He is, admittedly, not that smart; but he’s been in situations like this before… Sort of. This doesn’t really seem like it could be an illusion, but it seems to be the same concept; something protected by a puzzle. It makes sense, given the sensitivity of this temple… should it be the one they’re looking for, of course… surely they’d want to keep people out.
“The relief and the tiles are both pristine— so they’ve got to be important,” he remarks; turning on a heel, the fellblood clicks his way back to the relief. “They’ve gotta be protected by magic or something… Maybe they're pressure plates? Astrid, could you hop on that one that you’re next to? Does anything happen? Does it sink lower?” He requests, throwing a glance over his shoulder at the girl to see if anything actually happens.
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Post by Lady Astrid Stormstone on Jan 21, 2024 16:20:51 GMT -5
With her finger thoughtfully curled around her chin, she nods in agreement. Yes, they have to be protected by magic, and there’s two of them here. So they both need to be used. Are they pressure plates though? Astrid isn’t convinced she’s heavy enough to really activate a pressure plate, but she tries anyway, hopping on the intricately carved tile and shoving her feet down as hard as she can.
Nothing moves.
“Nah, I don’t think they’re pressure plates,” she calls. “If they were, ya think the sand on ‘em woulda pushed ‘em down.” But if they’re not pressure plates, what are they? Astrid takes another look around the room before settling on the painted figures and the carvings on the wall that match the tiles. That’s when it occurs to her that Cantio was mimicking the motions of the figures. Ohhh…
“Da, were ya doin’ this little jiggy here?” Astrid asks, motioning to the poses. “Odd that they’re lined up with the– OH! What if we gotta do the moves together!? Standin’ on those special tiles?? It’s a time temple right, or a temple fer a guy who moved through time or somethin’? So we gotta do somethin’ at the same time! C’mon!”
Rushing back over to her tile, Astrid squints and goes through the motions to mimic the figure on the walls. She’s not particularly good at dancing or balancing. She operates much better on two feet. After a little practice run-through, she looks at Cantio. “I think we can do it!”
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