01-12-2017, 10:10 PM
The Sage sat back in the hammock that hung in his newly separated cubby space. Despite the fact that he had been in the Omniverse for almost a month, he still felt drained after summoning such a large object. Smaller items, like the clothes he was wearing or the books that he had stuffed into the bulging satchel that rested open against the edge of the summoned wall, were simple enough. However, if what people said about these worlds were true, then many of the things he had seen had been created in exactly the same way. The amount of practice and pure Omnilium that such acts would require was honestly mind-boggling.
The Sage sighed and pulled out the journal. There was almost no point in even trying to decode the thing anymore. He was now quite certain that whatever language the book might be; the passages were also in some form of code as well. He could not say with absolute certainty that the code was intentional, this was the Omniverse after all, but he felt certain he was missing some kind of key detail about the language. The truth was it would likely end up being something of no consequence, his efforts would probably be better directed elsewhere.
The heavy tromping of measured marching brought him out his revere. The Sage eased out of his hammock and into a subtle crouch. With one ear pressed against the wall, he could hear muffled voices speaking in the cargo hold outside and the marching of feet continued to sound from the roof above him. The Blockade must be inspecting the vessel. He realized as the footsteps drew closer. There were two distinct pairs of strides, one he felt relatively certain he recognized as being Daedlin’s, the other was too measured and purposeful to be anything less that the officer in charge. Their voices were indistinguishable over the noise the waves made as they smacked against the wooden sides of the caravel. They were headed towards him, of that much he was certain, and the Sage strained, trying to hear some snatch of their conversation. Had Daedlin broken so quickly and already sold him out?
He couldn’t hear the words they were saying but even just listening to the tones of their speech was enough that he could get the jist of their conversation. He was mildly reassured that Daedlin’s voice seemed far too nervous to be selling him out. That being said, if the Sage could detect his nervousness through a wooden wall, there was a decent chance that the Navy’s inspector would be onto him as well. The voices receded, and after a short time the rocking of the waves took on a new pace. It seems we have set sail once again. If things had gone according to Daedlin’s plan, someone should soon be coming to let him know they were past the blockade.
Time continued to pass, and no sounds or warnings came to him. Two possibilities sprung immediately into his thoughts. They might have been intercepted, and Imperial forces could still be on the vessel. The other possibility was that Daedlin had simply pulled one over on him. Given his conversations with the dwarf thus far, he suspected the later.
With either possibility his best course would be to avoid alerting those involved of his plans. The truth was he needed to know more about the situation, discretely. With a grunt, the Sage lowered himself down and began to sit in meditation…
The Sage sighed and pulled out the journal. There was almost no point in even trying to decode the thing anymore. He was now quite certain that whatever language the book might be; the passages were also in some form of code as well. He could not say with absolute certainty that the code was intentional, this was the Omniverse after all, but he felt certain he was missing some kind of key detail about the language. The truth was it would likely end up being something of no consequence, his efforts would probably be better directed elsewhere.
The heavy tromping of measured marching brought him out his revere. The Sage eased out of his hammock and into a subtle crouch. With one ear pressed against the wall, he could hear muffled voices speaking in the cargo hold outside and the marching of feet continued to sound from the roof above him. The Blockade must be inspecting the vessel. He realized as the footsteps drew closer. There were two distinct pairs of strides, one he felt relatively certain he recognized as being Daedlin’s, the other was too measured and purposeful to be anything less that the officer in charge. Their voices were indistinguishable over the noise the waves made as they smacked against the wooden sides of the caravel. They were headed towards him, of that much he was certain, and the Sage strained, trying to hear some snatch of their conversation. Had Daedlin broken so quickly and already sold him out?
He couldn’t hear the words they were saying but even just listening to the tones of their speech was enough that he could get the jist of their conversation. He was mildly reassured that Daedlin’s voice seemed far too nervous to be selling him out. That being said, if the Sage could detect his nervousness through a wooden wall, there was a decent chance that the Navy’s inspector would be onto him as well. The voices receded, and after a short time the rocking of the waves took on a new pace. It seems we have set sail once again. If things had gone according to Daedlin’s plan, someone should soon be coming to let him know they were past the blockade.
Time continued to pass, and no sounds or warnings came to him. Two possibilities sprung immediately into his thoughts. They might have been intercepted, and Imperial forces could still be on the vessel. The other possibility was that Daedlin had simply pulled one over on him. Given his conversations with the dwarf thus far, he suspected the later.
With either possibility his best course would be to avoid alerting those involved of his plans. The truth was he needed to know more about the situation, discretely. With a grunt, the Sage lowered himself down and began to sit in meditation…
If history is to become legend, it first must be recorded.