[Sound comes on, but the video hasn't engaged yet. What follows is a series of obscenities that would make women blush and children cover their ears in practically any world they were understood. Fortunately, unless one spoke Conclave Common or the language of Espedon's homeworld, you'd be spared the atrocity. The video feed turns on and he. Looks ( Read more... )

[The video clicks on. The sky, the color of granite, fills the center of its view. Around its edges, spikes of grass encircle it. Only the sound of a breeze transmits through the microphone- until there is the faint sound of a child weeping in the far distance. Finally, the sound of footsteps comes across, and then Espedon's voice.]

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[It's dark; the PDA reports that it's past midnight. The PDA itself is seated on some soft object, and the video is pointed at its owner. Espedon is on the rooftop of the apartment building, sitting on the edge and staring off in the distance. There is something in his eyes, almost a tired sickness. He doesn't even seem to realize the PDA is on.]

[There is a rustling sound in the background; sounds as though Espedon is packing a bag with one hand and talking into the other.]

I'm leaving in thirty to see what's happening. Call it reconnaissance. If you want to join me, be outside the doors in twenty minutes. I'm leaving accompanied or otherwise.

Extracted information from the pages of The Holy Ullia** of the Tree, compiled by Endris, Grand High Priest of the Rovesi. How the Conclave lost possession of this tome is unknown.

( Sevrialis )

[Having settled into his room, Espedon pulls out the PDA. After toying with it for a few minutes, he sends out a text message.]

I know i'm not alone here. What is this place called and what do you want?