4337598990422614. The Meaning of Numbers.

Sayren investigates the meaning of the numbers she was given.

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Known as the Celestial Seat, Nyka is a religious city in Northern Sylira. Ruled by four demigods and traversed by a large crevice, the monk-city is both mystical and dangerous. [Lore]

4337598990422614. The Meaning of Numbers.

Postby Sayren WindDancer on October 3rd, 2013, 11:50 am

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Sayren comes to the employment office. Hurrying in her best efforts before stopping in front of the board within the Employment Office. She reached into her pocket to fish out the parchment with the numbers she had pulled out from before. It only took a few more moments before she could find that sequence of numbers on the board once more. Latched onto it with its own parchment.

The numbers laid there before her eyes, as if casually waiting for her to finally take notice of them. How long has this parchment been here? And why here of all places? It didn't make much sense to her. She continued to read the parchment, it spoke of Smoke-filled catacombs, filled to the brim with the cancers and malice of mankind. How could the monks pass by something like this without question? If they didn't know what this number had meant, she would then have to assume that Zarko and Goran never spoke of the goat nor the numbers they had found upon it.

At least...not to anyone that shouldn't know of it. So did that mean one of them placed it here for Sayren to read? Foolish! Zarko would've just ran out to the school and found Sayren. And if Goran had really wanted to find Sayren, she honestly wasn't too hard a person to find in Nyka.

So why was this parchment here? Did the woman need help again? That couldn't be either, the woman couldn't have possibly remembered all of these numbers so perfectly without writing them down after seeing them.

She tore the parchment off the wall to see if there were anything else that added onto the add. But to no avail. It was just the numbers. Along with the mention of the smoke-filled caverns, and the worst of the worst humanity had to offer.

She rubbed her chin, pondering about this as her eyebrows furrowed in her concentration. The only place she could think of right of that had such things was the "Cave of Wonders." It was unintentionally brought up to her by Zarko in a conversation they had before. She was curious about the crime rate in Nyka and the monk told her it was a slim chance it actually happened. However, there was one area that they mainly dared not to approach, and that was the cave of wonders.

Far as the monk knew, it was lounging with drug addicts and so on. While some monks wouldn't object to the use of drugs, Zarko wouldn't stand for it. He even recalled how he punished a few drug users before. It was a longshot. But it was currently the only lead she had currently until she could find something else.

With that, she took the parchments with her and departed from the building in company of her faithful strider, Garel. The strider glanced back at her in concern as she steered them towards the Eastern Quarter of the city. She never usually passed through the Eastern Quarter unless it was to pass through from the Northern Quarter to the Southern. Sayren patted his cheeks in comfort as she whispered in confidence, "Don't worry, I'm sure I'll be fine. I need to find out what's going on here anyways."

It was only a few chimes later when they finally arrived at the "Cave of Wonders." She raised her eyebrow in suspicion as she glanced about the area. It was just a broken down shack? She dismounted the stallion against his wishes and began to search the area. He stayed close behind her, even when she opened the frail door that seemed hardly in place by anything.

Sayren had to glance back at the strider and demand that he remained behind. She was going to be fine and would return soon. Once the stallion finally calmed, Sayren opened the door and continued on. The hallway didn't take long for it to get dark. In fact, she even questioned if there was anything down there at all. Till a faint smell came across her.

It was strange aromas of different sorts. She had to have been close by. Sayren took a quick sigh and straightened her back before continuing down the darkened cave. Till a torch was found. Held lit beside a stained wooden door. Decorated with a silver knocker upon it that appeared to be a cat? Lounging around as if it had no care for the outside world.

She reached for the piece of metal and gave the door a few simple knocks. When the door opened, more of that heavy scented aroma passed by her in a wall. She cringed back, pulling her right arm up and a step backwards as her eyes tried to focus on the being before her.

It was a woman. She had greeted Sayren with a warm welcome and smile and had asked for what brings the woman there. Sayren attempted to bring out a piece of the parchment, but before she could fully state her business. The woman told her she knew exactly what she was there for. Sayren raised an eyebrow, "That so? Then what's the meaning behind these numbers?" Successfully recovering the parchment from her pocket now, Sayren brought it up to the woman's face.

The woman glanced at Sayren in confusion, "Perhaps its an order for my father to fill. Here, let me take-" She was cut off when she tried to reach for the parchment, only to have it snatched away from by Sayren.

"No." Sayren objected firmly, "If it were for your father to see. Then bring him to me for him to see!"

The woman cringed momentarily, but gave an uneasy smile as she tried to appeal to the woman, "Please, my father is a busy man. Surely you can just sit down and wait till I summon him?"

Sayren shook her head with her arms crossed, "I'll keep to standing thank you." She wasn't comfortable with the small area they were in. Even more so discomforted by the group of people lying about in their chemical daze.

It didn't take the man long to arrive, considering how small the quarters were. As soon as he arrived, he greeted Sayren with a handshake and said that his name was Azim. He then asked her about the parchment his daughter had mentioned to him.

Sayren raised the parchment to him, "Do you recognize this?"

Azim narrowed his eyes as he brought his hand to the parchment, but not removing it from her grasp. He shook his head as he pursed his lips, "No. I'm sorry friend. But I don't recognize these numbers. My daughter seemed sure it was code for a special order for a special customer. However, it appears not to be. So how else can I further help you?"

Sayren nodded, "Anyone here that could possibly know about it?"

Azim shrugged, "Possibly. I can't stop you from asking around about it. However, would you like to purchase my...'special' wares?"

Sayren raised an eyebrow and shook her head, "I apologize, sir. But I did not bring any gold with me for purchase. Simply came here to find the owner to this parchment."

Azim stretched his tongue along the inner parts of his lip as he nodded his head in partial acceptance, "I see...how about this? I offer you some of my wares for cheap. Instead of paying silver, you come back and pay copper. I have the best stuff in all of the city! I guarantee it!"

Sayren kept her poise in confidence, she didn't want what he had and she was certain that she wasn't going to want it any time soon. "I thank you for the offer, but I must decline."

Azim sighed, "A hard bargain. You see this? She drives me to a hard bargain!" He announced amongst them all, then brought his talk back down to Sayren, "Look, I'll give you your first try free? Can't beat that! What are you looking for? Wisdom? Skill? My wares can help you with any of it! Feel pain? Forget about it! It's gone once you have tried this!"

As tempting as it was for skill enhancing drugs, it wouldn't feel right. She would feel like she cheated her way instead of properly earning it. If she was going to surpass Savio, she was going to do it on honorable terms.

"Again. The offer is tempting. But it's not what I am looking for."

Azim gritted his teeth, but his tone was still laid back and relax, "That's fine. You'll come back. I'm sure of it. Once you realize Azim has the best stuff in all of Nyka, you will come back. I always please a customer."

As Sayren turned around, Azim asked for her name. She paused for a moment, "Another apologies, but I would feel better if I not lend my name out." Her attention was caught by something else now. Sounding like someone was trying to whisper her aside, "What?" She asked out towards the voice's direction.

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Postby Balderdash on October 3rd, 2013, 12:09 pm

It was a child. A little girl of about nine years, with strawberry blonde hair, languid features, and a very bad case of the shakes. Her hands especially never seemed to stop trembling, even as she tugged on Sayren's shirt. The most striking thing about her was her eyes, though. They were wide and bloodshot, and the irises were a deep vermillion. Her clothes- a simple frock- were just as red, with white threading. She was holding a small urn in the crook of her elbow.

"She h-has people to meet." the girl said unevenly. "I-'ll pay for her. Te-en laats for your time?"
"But of course, little one!" chirped Azim happily, birdlike fingers dipping into a dress pocket and shoving glinting coins into the Benshira's palm. They were excused then. "Y-you broke the cypher." said the child as they walked into the cave proper. It was a statement. Not a question.
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Postby Sayren WindDancer on October 10th, 2013, 1:12 am

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Sayren felt her heart sink at the sight of the girl. It was obvious to her that this poor child is suffering from the cursed wares that Azim sold. To be so young and already so corrupted by such abominations. It just didn't sit right with her at all. When the child exclaimed to Azim about her having people to meet, Sayren wondered if this girl was supposed to lead her to them. Or was she just a ploy for a bandit raid?...She wasn't sure. However, Sayren figured she would at least hear what the child had to say, since she gave up ten laats for her time.

The child had mentioned to Sayren about breaking the cypher. Which caused Sayren to raise an eyebrow in confusion as they moved from one room to the next. "I'm not sure what it was exactly. I don't understand the meaning behind these numbers and I just wish to know their meaning."

As they sat down, Sayren pushed aside her thoughts about the girl and brought up her questions to the girl, "Are you the person I'm supposed to meet? Why such vague instructions? Why here of all places to talk about this? What's the meaning behind these numbers?" She said as she held the parchment that had the numbers and the intently vague directions.


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Postby Balderdash on October 28th, 2013, 9:54 pm

"S-so that o-only someone sufficiently sharp co-ould find me." said the girl. "My Master is most selective of h-his servants. I h-had hoped that you w-ould be a Summoner. But no matter. Y-your intellect w-ill suffice. Besides... H-he can rectify such sh-hortcomings."

It was at this moment that she opened the urn and thrust it at Sayren. "P-put your hand inside. He wishes to m-meet you."
If the Drykas chose to look inside, she would see that the container was full of a strange, deep red ooze. The child's eyes burned with an unnerving intensity- as if she expected something dramatic to happen. Really, no one was forcing Sayren to put her hand inside... But the kid seemed very interested in that happening.
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Postby Sayren WindDancer on November 5th, 2013, 4:53 am

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A summoner? Why would they need a summoner? Sayren wondered. Who can rectify her shortcomings? Her master? How would sticking her hand in the urn assist her in helping speak with this so called master?

Sayren peered over to see the red goo. She really didn't think it was a good idea, then again, coming here wasn't a good idea either. So, might as well see what this child was talking about. And with that, Sayren gave a sigh and placed her hand in the jar.


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Postby Balderdash on November 5th, 2013, 9:08 am

Sayren immediately felt the ooze force itself in via her pores, pour into her blood, seep into her thoughts... She suddenly realized that she knew what the circumference of Mizahar was, as well as the perfect anatomy, makeup, and evolutionary tree (whatever that was) of every equine mammal in the last twenty thousand years. She knew the laws of thermodynamics. She knew the precise function and mechanics behind gravity, and she knew there was something sentient in her head.

To those on the outside, Sayren's veins had started to bulge, and the whites of her eyes had turned a solid crimson. She could feel a pain in them now... As well as anger. A limitless, corrosive anger unlike anything else. And, inexplicably, she knew why she was full of such anger. Millenia ago, humans had come to her lands. Burned, pillaged them. Drove her out, far into the sea. And when they drove her into the sea, they drove her into the sky. And when she returned from the sky, they blew her to pieces. But she lived. Broken, tattered, barely able to move. But she lived. Then, much later, something touched her, and she entered it, and she spoke her will into its mind.

"As I do now." it said, though its voice had no sound.
"You will serve me. You will find pregnant humans. You will follow the girl. You will destroy humanity. You will free Mizahar. You will start with Nyka."

And then it was gone. Dribbling itself back into the urn. Sayren's featured returned to normal, the knowledge she had borrowed (save bits and pieces of horses' anatomies) faded like an aging dream, and the child yanked the container back to her chest and slammed the lid on it. "He spoke to you." she said snappishly. "What did he say?"
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Postby Sayren WindDancer on November 5th, 2013, 10:29 am

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As soon as she reached in, she was covered. She felt everything. It was amazing, and terrifying. Then knowledge bloomed in her head. Answers to questions long asked, answers to equations she could barely even comprehend beforehand. Now, she felt like she had mastered them all. Even the mystery of gravity was now hers. Then separate memories swarmed her. She was there. So it felt like, watching these people burn her home, drive her out. And no matter how many times she came back, she was driven away. And it fueled her anger ever more so.

Though her last attempt left her broken and discarded, she was alive. But barely. Then a voice seeped into her mind, telling her she will serve, she will find pregnant humans, she will follow the girl, destroy humanity, free mizahar from the grasp of humanity, and it would all start with Nyka.

In a flick of a wrist, the hold was gone. The red ooze was slipping back into its urn. Along with all the knowledge with it. Some of it remained, but not much. The girl was now yanking on Sayren, demanding an answer on what all was spoken to her.

A tear was rolling down her cheeks as she shook her head, "I will do no such thing. The knowledge was impressive, but I will not do as he commands! He doesn't control me!" With that, she stood up. She couldn't stay there. She had to leave. She wasn't going to wipe out all of humanity! This couldn't have been right!


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Postby Balderdash on November 18th, 2013, 3:07 am

"Except it does." said the girl as she lost her grip. "It simply chooses not to." Her blazing red eyes narrowed in a glare. "You know too much. You will join us, or you will die. You may contemplate your choice. You have four and twenty ticks of contemplating. Starting now."

Judging by the way she had fallen silent and was staring at Sayren, she most definitely meant it. And was counting down.
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Postby Sayren WindDancer on November 25th, 2013, 6:07 pm

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Before Sayren could walk off, the girl gave her the option to contemplate assisting her master, or be put to death for knowing too much. She definitely meant the words with how heavy the gravity of her voice was. The little runt was staring at Sayren. The severity of it made Sayren uneasy. However, her answer was still the same, and she had no plans of dying this day.

"I've made my choice. I won't be Mizahar's butcher. But I won't die either. Least not this day. Nor the next. I don't plan on dying until my business with my father is settled. I'm sorry for disappointing you, but this is what we are left with. Have a good day little one. May the Web guide you to peaceful days." And with that, she walked away from the girl. But that didn't mean Sayren's eyes left the girl. She wasn't taking any chances with the brat.

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Postby Balderdash on November 25th, 2013, 6:21 pm

It turned out Sayren was very wise to keep her eyes on the girl. As she started to back away, the child's left arm fell limp, and the Drykas saw a faint, light purple outline in the shape of a blade appear next to it. "Escape is futile." she deadpanned, "The Ravarisk will give you new legs after you accept it."

And with that, it pointed at Sayren, and shot out like an elastic band at her calf.
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