Transcript of Death Watch
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Progress on the construction of the city of Orthen is going well. My own clerical duties in this endeavour are mostly completed, such that I have been reassigned to assist Skeka in her field of study. Her observation outpost is well established now, and she and her team have already classified and catalogued all local flora and fauna. My role is to convert this outpost into a place of learning for incoming colonists. This new world has an abundance of beauty and I revel in being the one to teach them of its many wonders.
My first task has been to review Skeka's research notes on this world, which primarily consists of anatomical studies of dinosaurs and other lizards, as well as of the varied megaflora and a seemingly semi-sentient fungus. Numerous autopsies are taking place here to teach students dinosaur anatomy, to ensure they know how to safety[sic] interact with them. I find the viscera quite unsettling but respect the value these autopsies yield. A young dragonkin can handle even a fully grown rex, if first armed with a little bit of knowledge from this learned place.
Skeka's interest in this island's plant life is more for medicinal purpose - some for treating various ailments, some more for self-medication. The kin have been through much to get even here, so I do not begrudge wanting to escape from even one's own mind now we are able to relax a little. Reaching this place and building this new city is a hard-won victory. I may take some of these later findings to heart myself; they could help inspire my next poem.
As for Skeka herself, she has shifted her research back towards more mystical origins, exploring local energy sources.-Kranon, Syrtes cleric
The death of Varanus has hit Skeka hard. They were not mates, from what I can tell, but they worked closely together since first setting foot on this world. He provided the various samples that she analysed, and she in return gave him information that improved his techniques, and through working together they had formed a strong bond of friendship. To that end, Varanus bequeathed to her ownership of his pet hypnotic dinosaur. It is a lovely specimen, but I find I am awkward around it.
Skeka coddled it for a time, studied it some too, but it simply moped around the outpost getting in the way. One of the teaching staff almost accidentally performed an autopsy on it. The other day, she took it to visit its former master, newly interred in his crypt - the first built on this world. Varanus has become revered among the kin for his brave sacrifice, while furthering our civilisation and helping to make this new world safe. When Skeka returned to the outpost, however, the dinosaur was not with her. She says it refused to leave Varanus's tomb, just laid down next to it...so she left it there. I feel for the beast but must say I am also somewhat relieved.
Skeka's time with this creature did seem to inspire her own research, however. I get the impression she has stumbled upon something exciting.
I have also finished work on my latest poem. I recite:
Hep! Kal! Ort!
Sha Cra Lith Kab
Nos Kay Mok
It speaks to our long journey here, the trials we have overcome, yet posits that the truest trial is understanding oneself. This is something we must all now come to terms with on our newfound home. I performed it for Skeka, who was greatly appreciative of it, and how it captured some of her own thoughts and left her with a renewed sense of hope. I hear her reciting it to herself at times, and once also saw her inputting it in her pylon for safekeeping.-Kranon, Syrtes cleric
Prior to the evacuation of our beloved home world, the kin relied upon the base elements as a source of power. They were fit for purpose, but hardly essential for how we lived our lives. We found greater use for them during our mass exodus through the Abyss, as well as discovering new hybrid sources of similar power.
Since Varanus's passing, however, Skeka has divined some new elements - those of mind and body, and of cosmic and astral origins. They surround and envelope us, but in a raw, unrefined state that cannot see direct use. She hopes to generate new tools that can help to harness this new source of power - one such device, a pyramid-shaped handheld device that can collect and focus the ambient power for localised uses. She has conveyed her findings to the team, who have set to work in creating other devices that harness this power. One project showing early signs of value is a device to induce and extend our natural hibernation periods. Another device is able to copy and store memories. The Syrtes are excited to use these latter devices to better share our creative works with the rest of the kin. Skeka herself, however, I have noticed is spending less time at the outpost, and what time she does spend here is split between tending to her personal 'medicinal' plants and making use of the outpost's pylon. I get the impression she is trying to be secretive and sneak off at times, but I see her comings and goings.
This is a troubling development - what could she be working on that she wishes to keep secret from her team? I have embedded one of the new recording devices in the pylon, which will trigger whenever she makes use of it. I hate to betray her trust like this, but my elder has requested this of me, so I have no choice. I am sure it is fine, but if it is not, I will at least talk to her about it first before reporting back to the Syrtes councillors.-Kranon, Syrtes cleric
(This page appears to have been written post-curse.)
Curse you, Kerapac! Pariah! Your selfish desire to dominate has led to OUR undoing! I cannot...this pain is unbearable! My creed's plan was the path to take. If we had just been allowed to approach the elders, entreat with them! Now it is too late. The elder gods will never see us as anything but tools!
I will find others to entreat with! I've heard the rumours! The shadow! Skeka's cosmic research! It all links! There are other beings out there. Equals of the roakin. Betters. I will find them and implore for them to free us!-Kranon, Syrtes cleric