Queen Anastasia nods thoughtfully at your suggestions. She commissions a deeper study on the Elemental Train.
Finally, more to herself than the party, she asks what should be done with winter goblins.
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Queen Anastasia thanks you for your help. Do you have any suggestions as to which train proposal I should look at more closely. Perhaps multiple designs? I've certainly lost trust in the Matriarch.
Our thanks again, to each of you in turn for replying to our summons. We understand the task we commission is not only strange but made more difficult without our ability to demonstrate the function of a train properly. Therefore, we knew it was best to allow the people of Golarion to set loose their vision and ingenuity in order to bring it about. We are sure we will not be disappointed in what we are about to see. If you would please lay out your demonstration models on the table before you.
If there are no more questions, you may proceed to the courtyard and peruse the various designs and speak to the designers.
"Your Majesty, have you seen any of the candidate devices? Do any of them seem to you more like your noble father's 'train' than the others?" I have not seen them yet. That's what you're to help with.
As we said, think of it as a group of linked carriages in a line, that is pulled along a prescribed path, Anastasia offers. "The carriages were called ‘cars,' each of which was quite large and could house twenty people or more. She pauses for a moment before clarifying, Twenty human-sized people, that is. When we rode in them, they had small rooms and hallways inside them to accommodate many separate groups traveling in the same vehicle. They were limited to moving across a pair of iron tracks, like a road all to itself.
The room beyond is a spaciously appointed council chamber, complete with a meeting table made from lacquered cedar with matching chairs to seat a dozen. From a chair toward the center of the table rises Winter Queen Anastasia. A slim human woman with an ageless quality, her grace and complexion mark her as very young, while the streak of ice white hair and naturally weary cast to her face hold years of strife. She wears an elegant dress of deep blue, hemmed with white and cerulean, and an angular crown made of solid ice. Welcome, Pathfinders, she says, giving a shallow curtsy. We apologize for the lack of information, we asked Venture-Captain Torrsen to keep his dispatch to you brief. Allow us to reveal why you're here. Our father ruled over a very large nation on our home planet of Earth. We didn't have any magic to speak of, such as you are accustomed to here, so to travel great distances we devised all manner of technologies from steel and other resources. One of these was our father's great passion, an invention called the ‘train.' It was like a linked stream of iron carriages that moved along a track, pulled by a device of fire and smoke at the front. We wish to bring this wonder to the people of Irrisen, and later, we hope, to the rest of Golarion. Her fingers trace an invisible line that presumably imagines the described path of the vehicle. The resources and technology of Earth are not the same as that of Golarion, and so we don't expect trains to be the same either. In fact, we can give little more direction on how it should work. That is why we have assembled a host of minds and peoples from across the Inner Sea to offer their ideas. You, as Pathfinders who have seen all parts of Golarion and know its peoples, are to help us judge which proposal has the most potential to succeed. She pauses a moment and looks to you for questions. |