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Meyanda looks back at Inlé and purses her lips. "Regardless, none of you have answered my questions. The True God inspires awe, yes, but--" There's a loud *GRINDING* sound that comes from the west. The android priestess looks up, her wand-like weapon pointed at the western entrance to the room. "What was that?"
Sia's Mind:
Some. They were as unhappy as I am with the lack of power promised to them. Others were too afraid to cross her--or her rabbit-men. Ausk replies. Edynn's Perception:
You notice that this android, Meyanda, is definitely a woman of faith--and from her posture, one that is quite devout. You get the impression that she's not someone to be crossed lightly--even without her faith, she could still be a match for you. Meyanda approaches Edynn first. "Greetings. Have you felt the call of the faithful, as I have?" She asks, her voice even & mechanical. "The True God speaks highly of those born of machines." "And you?" She then approaches Inlé. "Do you seek a place of safety? The True God provides succour and sanctuary to those who would bear arms in His name." Then she glances at Sialea & Celen, her eyes widening at first, then narrowing. "You two... your bearing is foreign to me. Why have you come here?"
Hackfoot leads the group through the northern rooms of the engineering deck, passing through the storage area and through a messily-kept lounge, its furniture comfortable-looking but with several surfaces dusted with broken glass and machine parts. The half-orc from before, Ausk, follows the party in as Hackfoot passes by. The rabbit-man leads the party to a large, circular room to the south of the lounge. A balcony runs around the edges of the domed chamber, the curved walls of which are covered in blinking lights and unidentifiable machinery. A few steps lead down from the balcony in the middle of the room. Just north of the steps sits a large machine with a pink glass-like tabletop-like structure, above which float semitransparent images of some sort. The balcony is wider on the south side of the stairs, where a strange statue stands that seems to have been cobbled together from broken machines into the shape of an upraised claw or talon. A mound of junk lies in a heap before the claw, while two smoking braziers burn softly to each side. To the east looms a pair of immense black metal doors framed by a rotating arch of pulsing red lights. Standing before the statue, head bowed in prayer, is an ashen-skinned woman with violet hair. Her grey chain shirt clings to her torso, and a black spiked gauntlet covers her left arm. Half of her head sports an undercut hairstyle, with the rest of it spilling down to her back. Bright violet line-tattoos stretch from her temples above her brow and run along her exposed arms in geometric patterns. What looks like a glowing red crystal wand is held in her other hand, its grip like that of a metal crossbow. She looks up at the party as they approach. "What have you brought me, Hackfoot?" She asks, her voice one of calm detachment. "Prospective converts, High Priestess Meyanda. They seek knowledge, and perhaps... a purpose." The lop-eared rabbit bends the knee before her. |
