[Open Commentlog] | [Audio] - Old Persian + Translated text

[trustedhisheart]

[It had taken Tus some time after waking up to actually notice the journal and pick it up. Possibly because he was not only wondering how he came to be in this place, but how he came to be anywhere at all. He was reasonably sure he remembered dying

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[Audio] -> Hylian + Translated Text

[scionofwisdom]

I am uncertain as to who this ‘Nizam’ is, but I can assure you that your world being unmade is not only possible, but entirely the case, I’m afraid. This is not the first time I have seen something of this sort, and it was by no means at the hand of 'Nizam'. There are forces greater than ourselves at work here.

[Audio] -> Old Person + Translated Text

[trustedhisheart]

[There is someone speaking to him. He doesn't understand any of it, but it is definitely someone attempting to speak.

And it is coming from the book.

Well. Daggers that turn back time, he supposes books that speak are really the only next logical step. Of course.

He looks at the journal again, and is moderately surprised to find that the words have been accompanied by text that, fortunately, he does understand.]

I had only just become aware of the existence of some of those forces before I found myself here. You have seen them yourself?

[There's a pause, because it is a book. Then he forges on ahead, because it seems to have answers.]

Someone other than Nizam managed to get ahold of these forces, then?

[Audio] -> Hylian + Translated Text

[scionofwisdom]

I have seen forces in this world, and others, that have no equal. However, I can understand your initial disbelief at my words.

[She pauses.]

I fear I still do not know who Nizam is, however it would seem that...yes. It is someone other than whom you speak of pulling the strings. In this case, it seems to be Lord Deior. Prior to my incarceration here in the Keep, it was a one Captain Redd.

[Audio] -> Old Persian + Translated Text

[trustedhisheart]

Had they come but a few days ago, my disbelief would have been much greater. But I have recently realized there are many things beyond my understanding.

[He frowns at this.]

The one who has placed himself responsible for fixing what has gone wrong? I cannot say I am surprised. His methods are certainly questionable.

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

who the fuck ii2 niizam?

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[trustedhisheart]

[Tus is just going to stare at that. He's reasonably certain that is even more confusing than the book attempting to speak at him in some strange language. At least that was accompanied by script that made sense.

He manages to figure out that the book is asking after his uncle, and frowns. That is a complicated and very loaded question. He goes for the simplest answer.]

A pretender to the throne of Persia.

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

thii2 ha2 nothiing two do wiith hiim or whatever per2iia is.

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[trustedhisheart]

[And there's more staring.]

I'm afraid I'm having trouble understanding this script. What language are you attempting to write in?

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[brynkitten]

[Bryn is on her way outside. The snow has been falling for a couple days now, and she's still not sick of it. Who cares that it's August? Snow.

Of course, fussing with making sure she's completely bundled up, Bryn's not exactly paying attention to where she's going, and bumps into Tus completely by accident on her way out of the barracks. If it wasn't for all the layers catching on her feet she might have steadied herself, but as it is, she falls on her bottom on the ground.]

Ow...

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[trustedhisheart]

[Tus is currently blissfully unaware of the snow outside, as he hasn't made it that far yet. He is, however, aware that it is much colder here than what he is used to, which is unsettling. It implies that he's rather far from where he'd been before, and he is not terribly pleased about that.

In his distraction, he fails to spot the young woman heading for him until it's too late. He's so startled for a moment that he also fails to catch her, which, of course, is entirely unforgivable.

He leans down to offer her a hand up, giving her an apologetic smile, and an apology in Persian.]

My apologies, miss. I should have been watching my step much more closely. Are you unharmed?

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[brynkitten]

[Bryn looks up at Tus, and it's clear from the look on her face that she has no idea what he's just said. It's obvious he's trying to be kind in helping her up, so Bryn doesn't hesitate in taking his hand to get to her feet. She gives him a quick smile.]

Thank you. I'm so sorry for running into you like that...I'm still getting used to all of these skirts and things...

[And it dawns on her slowly that, he'll probably have as easy a time understanding her as she does him. This is going to be problematic.]

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[trustedhisheart]

[The confusion on her face is troubling, but she accepts his help up, so he smiles at her again.

And then she's speaking, and he can't understand her at all. Ah. Likely she didn't understand him either, then.

He has no idea what language she's speaking, but he switches first to Aramaic, and then Elamite, asking if she understands in each, on the off chance that they do have a language in common.]

[Commentlog] will tag both princes for added havoc!

[bondedgryphon]

[Zhaneel is as warm as she ever is, feathers fluffed up against the biting cold of the early morning. She mitt not be terribly used to snow on a normal day, by she was absolutely loving it right now. She thrums low in her throat, sprawled along the icy ground just outside the barracks.

As a matter of fact, it's been snowing a bit and she's been relatively unmoving, so she just might look like some sort of snow covered statue on first glance. She's halfway dozing when Tus comes tromping out of the building and golden eyes open and roll in his direction, one ear flicking his way.]

Are you not cold, friend?

[She still has not risen, calling out from her sleep spot to the unfamiliar man.]

[Commentlog] :D oh, EXCELLENT

[trustedhisheart]

[Tus has only been out in the snow for a few moments, and he is already sick of it. Under other circumstances, the novelty of being in snow would be quite enjoyable. But not only was he entirely underdressed for such weather, but the presence of snow meant he was much farther from where he needed to be than he'd thought.

He hears someone call to him, though, and stops, looking around for the sight of someone else in the snow, then frowns when he doesn't appear to see anyone.]

I cannot understand you. Perhaps if you were to come closer?

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[bondedgryphon]

[Zhaneel tilts her head slightly as the man speaks, thrumming low in her thraot as she understands not amsingle word of the pretty language. She wonders if he understands the common tongue that many hear seem to speak with or if he simply chooses to speak with his own as several also do.

So, she shimmies the snow off of herself, sections crumbling off and falling back to the ground. She slowly rises from her sprawled position, leaning behind a perfect gryphon-angel as she moves to sit in the snow. Her tails comes to loosely wrap over her forefeet, better insulating her scales against the cold.]

Do you speak the common tongue?

[She might someday realize that she was scaring the hell out of many new arrivals when she didn't warn them ahead of time.]

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[trustedhisheart]

[He is now regretting his suggestion that whoever was speaking come closer.

His first instinct is to grab for his sword at the sight of the creature moving towards him, and he does so, sinking immediately into a defensive stance and holding the sword before him.

But - it is speaking.

Tus hesitates, confusion obvious on his face.]

I do not understand you, creature. I have no wish to harm you, if you will let me pass in peace.

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[spellsdeadwrong]

[Listen.

Read (with the obligatory face pulled at there being -yet another person- whose words he has to read).

And speak.]

So I'm guessing you're new here.

[Audio] -> Old Persian + Translated Text

[trustedhisheart]

[More words he doesn't understand at all! Soon, he will start wondering if there is anyone at all here who speaks any sort of recognizable language.]

I am. I awoke here not more than a few hours ago.

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[spellsdeadwrong]

Yeah, that's pretty obvious.

Has anyone filled you in on the basics of this place yet?

[Audio] -> Old Persian + Translated Text

[trustedhisheart]

Are there basics to this place, aside from that we are being held against our will by a man who claims a duty that is not his, should it even exist in the first place?