Post by Harper Pritchard on Aug 26, 2013 9:28:37 GMT -5
It was a minor sum really when you considered the purpose. She would have paid ten times as much for such a visit. Harper read over the entry into the petty gold log, her quill jotting “observational excursion to NuJel’m” in the lined space to the right of her expenditures column. She particularly enjoyed their cemetery, as Umbra really didn’t have one aside from the occasional crypt. It was well kept and quiet. In Umbra, the spirits roamed freely, citizens in death as they were in life.
Coffins and sarcophagus had not been the aim however and there on the west peninsula, hidden in plain sight lay the locket. Lady Elias eyes did not move from her and so she was sure the woman had seen her remove the item from the drawer. The noble woman was respectful enough not to mention it and Harper was not about to volunteer its uses.
The eastern Peninsula held the other portion of her trip. The prism of light would be ideal to act as a mirror. She would have to secure passage for one of her loyal citizens of course, allowing them a deeper seat when the time was right. Her hand moving, she scratched out the trajectory. The beam would have to hit a variety of angles in order to make this work. But work it would.
Getting up from her position behind her desk, she opened the door and walked out onto the second floor balcony of the Twice Altar’d tavern and Inn. Her beloved Umbra had gone through many changes over the years. And with each new ruler, each new faction, another dump of unwanted was left behind. The city itself was now a conglomeration, a sum of its parts. Now was the time to cleanse, and not in the way that previous interlopers had tried. It was time to refocus what existed and re-purpose it. NuJel’m would be the first of many steps…
Coffins and sarcophagus had not been the aim however and there on the west peninsula, hidden in plain sight lay the locket. Lady Elias eyes did not move from her and so she was sure the woman had seen her remove the item from the drawer. The noble woman was respectful enough not to mention it and Harper was not about to volunteer its uses.
The eastern Peninsula held the other portion of her trip. The prism of light would be ideal to act as a mirror. She would have to secure passage for one of her loyal citizens of course, allowing them a deeper seat when the time was right. Her hand moving, she scratched out the trajectory. The beam would have to hit a variety of angles in order to make this work. But work it would.
Getting up from her position behind her desk, she opened the door and walked out onto the second floor balcony of the Twice Altar’d tavern and Inn. Her beloved Umbra had gone through many changes over the years. And with each new ruler, each new faction, another dump of unwanted was left behind. The city itself was now a conglomeration, a sum of its parts. Now was the time to cleanse, and not in the way that previous interlopers had tried. It was time to refocus what existed and re-purpose it. NuJel’m would be the first of many steps…