DM Alexander Kilcoyne wrote: Has Tebati entered the room or is she still hanging back? Nothing ominous about that question. :) I'm sorry Jacob, but no I can't make anything out. When the golem finally moves, Akirra is encouraged a bit. Ok, so it does understand me to some degree. Not overly helpful yet however. He alternately watches both Kieran and Ansha, keen to see if either makes a discovery.
Do the books look removable from the golem? Or completely fused together? Akirra's brow furrowed. He contemplated tugging on one of the books comprising the golem to see if it could be freed from the construct. Seeing Ansha approach he vocalized his thought. Do we dare try to remove a book from it? Before attempting, he decided to try asking the golem again in Azlanti. I need a book on local flora and fauna. May I please have it? Over his shoulder he addresses the others. Perhaps there is something in that chest that might help us sort this out? I wonder if the library shelves only appear empty, he muses aloud. Would your vision reveal books rendered invisible via some sort of illusion Ansha?
As Akirra is showered with refusals, and reminded once again that he is a man out of time and without any of his own kind, something deep inside him pangs. His heart sinks as he realizes, perhaps truly for the first time since his reawakening, that he is alone. Utterly and completely alone. These "rescuers" that released him, care little for him as a man. I am just another thing encountered here. I do not count. I am not one of them. They seem to take glee in reminding me that everyone I have ever knew is long dead, and mock me, and this place, at every turn. The returning memories, and the familiarity that had just moments ago brought him some measure of comfort, now do the opposite. He sets his mug down and turns his back upon the platters. Yes. Of course. The library.
Yes, yes, of course. :) Polyglot when speaking to my companions and Azlant when addressing the "ziggurat". Perhaps not specifying this previously has made advancements and discoveries more difficult? Akirra lifts a piece of meat and a hunk of cheese from the platter. Furrowing his brow, trying to will his memories into focus he replies, I do remember this level of the complex, and the one above it. We spent most of our time on these two levels. This floor features an armoury, massive training chambers, storage and a library amongst its large rooms. With the barracks and the classrooms above, much of the Order spent most of their time here. We are unlikely to find much resistance or defence here. Access to the levels below, however, will be a different story. They were definitely restricted in my time and strictly guarded. He places a bit of cheese into his mouth. Gesturing at the others he implores, Please join me. You all must be hungry. And thirsty! as he gestures for you to join him.
Akirra's features flash as he struggles to remember the room before softening into that of slow realization. He begins to leisurely stroll across the room, taking in the small details as he passes. I have been here before. He plucks a piece of fruit from the tray and pops it in his mouth, savoring the taste. Unseen Servants and other permanent magic keep the room functioning without any real need for sentient staff. Reaching the bar at the far side of the room he runs his hand across the smooth top before very deliberately ringing a small bell upon it. In response to the clear sound, a tall clean mug appears. Hoisting the tankard up he takes a sip. Addressing the room itself he states simply, We desire a platter of meats and cheeses. As he waits for the expectantly for his request to be acknowledged, he continues, The Order was eventually fully self-sufficient and required no outside supplies or assistance to function. Taking another sip, the fog within his mind continues to lift ever so slowly. This structure was the main Order of Arioch presence on Golarion. He pauses, rubbing the top his head, before adding, Possibly even the only permanent structure of its kind.
Not finding anything, Akirra frowns. Although his memories are fragmented, he is certain there is more to this complex. Mumbling under his breath he remarks, I remember little of the Order's purpose beyond opposing Angazhan, but this was built around something at the lowest level. We must be able to go lower yet. We are missing something.
Yes, yes, Airra responds while returning to searching the wall. You might he right. I thought for a moment there you were expecting me to have spontaneously remembered it. Pondering things further he adds, We have a few things left unsolved on the floor above. The map, and the chamber where I was discovered, for instance. Perhaps we need to risk trying to recover my memories if we are to leave this level. Although he had slumbered for thousands of years, and was from all intents and purposes dead, as Qhude had pointed out many of times since his awakening, Akirra felt a pang of trepidation at subjecting himself to the machine. Knowing he owed his "new" life to his new comrades, something he intended to repay, he offered, If it is the only way, I will chance the machine.
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