[Clocks Eve - Closed] Them Bones, Them Bones

Anaxas' oldest and most prestigious University of Sorcery, the de facto cultural capital of the kingdom and a city in its own right.
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Lilanee Kuleda
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Mon Jul 15, 2019 8:35 am

1st Intas, 2719
THE CRYPTS | LATE EVENING, BEFORE MIDNIGHT
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“Yes, yes I suppose you’re right Mister Vks.” Lilanee admitted as he compared the Ward spells to a Wall or Barrier, not at all perturbed at accepting she was wrong in her logic. She gave her symposium on the reasoning for taking his coat, and as they stood in the chilled depths of the Crypts, her pulse thrummed in her ears as Ezre gave pause to consider her words. When he agreed, settling down his things to remove it, the young woman felt her cheeks burning, but bit her tongue to avoid suddenly changing her mind.

“Oh—I—thankyou.” The Hessean tripped over her words, approaching the other student and slipping her arms into his coat sleeves. It was warm from his own body heat, and a touch bigger than hers, the ends of the sleeves long enough that only the tips of her fingers stuck out. Tugging it around herself, Lilanee couldn’t help but breathe in the gentle pleasant scents of incense and chan. It smelt like Ezre, the thought sending a curious warmth through her with a wave of goosebumps.

Merely a reaction to the extra layers and change in temperature. Yes. Precisely it.

Deflecting the awkwardness with her false shock at his sarcasm and a gentle slap on the arm for good measure, the red haired Hessean followed as they moved on to the stunning ancient stone and gold worked ‘garden’. She dismissed his commentary about the dead leaving their graves in a perfunctory way, and it was not at all unnoticed when he replied in turn with what she took as mild offence. The teenager held her lantern, a hand drifting to her lip to press the curve of it between her teeth with a frown.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—I have a habit of speaking before thinking.” Lilanee said apologetically, disappointed she’d caused his smile to disappear. It was a nice smile, made all the more nice in its rarity. Standing on the threshold of the entrance, the budding archeologist felt an unpleasant sensation in her stomach and her field hummed with regret. She’d been rude, and she’d made him angry.

Damn your mouth!

Ezre approached, and he offered up one quick short smile, but Lilanee still felt keenly her mistake. Falling in beside the boy as they began down the staircase, the red head held the lantern high to shed light on the steps, head tucked in under the collar of the jackets. Silence followed them down, right to the point where the stairs opened up to the antechamber, and Lilanee broke away from Ezre to approach the alcoves of books. She ran her fingers over them slowly, reading the spines and tsking quietly at the religious texts. Anaxi were so superstitious, with all their prayers and songs that accompanied the progression of death. Hesse had an understanding that Ophur was their God, but there was no worship of the being. Gold was his representation, the plentiful metal abundant in their country and heavily mined, but the galdori of the region didn’t pray to Gold or Gods. They worked, and they listened to the nature around them, the play of the wind in the trees or the smell of rain over the next outcrop. The Gods didn’t participate in the death of a Hessean, they were made by the natural world and they would die by it, entombed in the handiwork of friends and family and the gold of the country. Consumption of the ashes and the drake venom was less of a superstitious ritual and more of a physical enhancement to the warrior race of people.

“Fascinating.” She muttered, moving away to sweep her blue gaze across the mosaic on the floor, walking around the concentric pattern slowly before looking up at the paintings encompassing the walls. Lantern high, Lilanee smiled in wonder at the beauty of the deceptions and the placement of them. There was a story here, written before their time, though what it was saying was hard to say without the full context. As Ezre spoke, the Hessean turned to face him, nodding in agreeance and pointing to the Alioe artwork.

“Absolutely, and here Alioe is the top of the clock, so to speak. Her imagery points up to the surface, towards the moon I suppose and the light. The way out, as it were. And Naulas, the way…in?” She shivered suddenly, feeling the cold even through the layers of clothing, moving closer to Ezre and holding the light for him. Looking at the new map presented, her shame over the slight oversight before dissipated as they scanned the drawing together.

“What could possibly be so precious that they would remove it from student access?” Lilanee mused, imagining fragile books and scrolls that crumbled just from a brush of air—

The Hessean lifted her head sharply, brow drawn and blue eyes scanning the room through her glasses. A breeze had brushed the soft downy curls at the nape of her neck, a draft maybe in the very still very stale air so far under the Church. Touching her fingertips lightly to her neck before adjusting her glasses and following the Hoxian towards the arched doorway.

“Ahha!” Lilanee announced in victory, unable to stop the wide grin that broke out on her face as she pointed at the locked gate and raised her eyebrows.

“Solid, tangible barrier.” She said delightfully, heart skipping a beat when the mischievous smirk returned to his face, pleased that her arrogance hadn’t driven a rift between them already. She could feel the heated buzzing of his field, full of excitement that the Hoxian seemed so perfectly able to contain, and it was contagious. Lilanee giggled her enthusiasm at the discovery, watching the other student tug at the barrier to no avail. Her eyes drifted to the picks in his hand with a false gasp of shock.

“Mister Vks, I would never have thought you to be the lock-picking type, though I can say my father would love you right now were he here.” Raising a finger in the air, the student spoke with an air of determination.

“A man can never be over prepared for an expedition, Lilanee my girl!” The teenager grinned, lowering her hand and coming closer to the gate. She reached forward, resting a hand on the lock and gathering her field, a look of contemplation on her face.

“I am not a man of course—” Turning her palm slightly, fingers bent and the tips placed strategically around the exterior of the key hole. Her voice was quiet, a stark contrast to her usual noise, speaking a breath of quick monite that politely requested the mona to weave themselves into a tight unseen point of magnetism within the centre of the lock. Spreading her fingers slowly, the spell continuing, Lilanee turned her hand slowly anti-clockwise before sharply shutting her hand in a fist with a short syllable.

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There was an audible rusty click as the old mechanism inside turned with protest and the lock snapped open, causing the Hessean to smile brightly at the Hoxian.

“But I do come prepared.” It was showing off, the young woman knew that given they could have easily done without the magic but frankly, she enjoyed herself.

“Shall we?” She asked with a small flourish of her hand, lantern casting its orange glow into the stony darkness beyond the bars.

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Ezre Vks
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Thu Jul 25, 2019 4:18 pm

The Crypts
The 1st of Intas, 2719
"You think like an archaeologist, Kuleda-vumein: considering the value of what could be locked away down here instead of weighing the dangers. I prefer your perspective." Ezre's words were best interpreted to be the most subtle of compliments, so very quietly spoken while he moved on light, near-silent feet over the stone floor, examining the mosaic. His dark eyes wandered over Bash's place in the illustrations before drifting to linger on Naulas, aware of the differences between the patron God of his Kingdom of Hox and the patron God of death and the lost Kingdom of Naulanon.

His dark eyes followed the glow of their lantern toward the archway that obviously led deeper into this section of the Crypts. There were probably a few other stairways, though this one seemed at least somewhat important,

"While I doubt it is because the architecture is flawed or because the flora is dangerous, that does not mean the administration thought it safe. It could be to preserve historical integrity or it could be because the materials buried with their creators are currently not in academic popularity. It could also be there are ghosts down here—" Ezre smiled, and the expression was as bold and fearless as it was taunting and defiant in the wake of Lilanee's self-professed disbelief, "—hence the warding upstairs."

The boy had the nerve to chuckle, leading them into the archway and to the locked gate. For the Hoxian, this confirmed things he already suspected: this floor was most likely haunted. Choosing to keep that suspicion to himself, however, he enjoyed the Hessean's enthusiasm, the look of conspiratorial agreement, and then her mockery of surprise when he produced his handmade lock picks. It revealed he'd planned this expedition for longer than a mere moment's whim and it also perhaps revealed his level of dedication to exploration. Her imitation of her father elicited a huff and a smirk from him, Ezre choosing to speak up at her insistence that she was not, in fact, a man,

"I must admit that I do not understand the Anaxi perspective on gender inequality. Gior is in some ways no better in the opposite direction, but as a woman you have the right to be just as prepared and capable." It was an awkward compliment and in the chilled darkness, he would have been thankful if she could not see the warmth that colored his cheeks, leaning back only slightly from the light of their lantern just as another breeze whispered between the iron bars, stronger, almost searching. The cold caressed their skin and snatched at their hair, audible over stone while it threatened to snuff out the lantern this time, but the dark-haired boy didn't let his curiosity show on his face, not yet. Like his own resolve, their ruddy flame behind glass panes held true.

Feeling the shift and focus in her field after their shared joke, he couldn't help but finally grin—a real grin!—as she opened the lock through an exemplary use of magnetism. He nodded at her invitation, gathering his own field around him in a way that hopefully could have been viewed as preparation of his own instead of as any sign of fear.

"I have little doubt of your capabilities." Ezre added quietly.

The hallway was wide enough for them to walk together, albeit a little closely, and it was built with an arched ceiling, strong carved beams supporting the floor above at regular intervals. Three beams in and there were what once appeared to be archways to the left and right, perhaps hallways, but both of them had been filled in and plastered over instead of simply gated. The construction of the blockades was unknown, but given how long it appeared to have been unvisited down here, it could have been decades ago. The dark-haired boy paused to run his fingers over the stonework, square-hewn stone held fast by cement, the placards that had once labeled the passages removed from both walls, the dark, red stone that made Brunnhold's walls and made up much of the Crypts brighter where the signs once were,

"A ward. A gate. And two completely closed hallways. I hope that the families of those buried here have been compensated for their losses." Ezre felt the loss of contact with ancestors keenly, empathizing with the idea of not being able to visit those who had passed as something shameful. His inked fingers traced along the outline of one of the places a placard once was,

"I do believe I have miscalculated this expedition, for my map has these marked as passable This must have been within the past century—let us see." He reached for his notebook again and turned, perhaps rather quickly, toward Lilanee, curling closer to her than was entirely necessary, both for the light and for the warmth now that she wore his coat and he did not. He felt the deep Intas chill in his fingers, this second floor now noticeably colder than the first. Watching his breath in the lantern's glow, he pointed to the hall they stood in and then followed the hall that stretched open before them, attempting to find a path,

"It looks as though there will be a fork and we may be able to still reach this western area if we turn to the left at the next available way to do so." Holding the book against his chest, Ezre looked back to the wall to his left and placed a hand on it in obvious disappointment, "If the Everine have not closed of more passages, that is. With that locked gate, surely some of these crypts have been left open—oh. Wait—"

His fingertips had strayed back over the stonework that blocked the hall and as he did so, he realized he was uncovering a thick layer of dust. Beneath that dust, his dark eyes caught a glimpse of paint. Placing his hand flat against the closed archway, he began to rub away the dust over the section, revealing very similar Monite to what had been drawn on the opening to the stairs on the floor above.

The Hexxos acolyte was truly not one to express surprise often, but as he took in the writing, he gasped, coughing on the dust, feeling the warm thrill of excitement and fear crawl its way up the back of his spine. How strange that the Everine chose to blockade their restless spirits instead of attempt to assist them in finding their way back into the Cycle. He continued to clear away the painted-on wards, aware that just because Monite had been written did not at all mean that the mona cared to linger.

Unable to see any signs of a trigger or an Everspell, he frowned,

"These are useless. Or, they are without a plot as containment."

Useless.

The word felt like an echo. The boy froze in place, tattooed hand still splayed across cold stone, covered now in dust.

Did Lilanee hear that or was he just projecting his own beliefs on his companion because he wanted to?
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Lilanee Kuleda
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Mon Aug 12, 2019 6:35 pm

1st Intas, 2719
THE CRYPTS | LATE EVENING, BEFORE MIDNIGHT
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Lilanee snorted, not entirely catching the compliment at first.

“Gior thinks it’s clever with its Matriarchy and its passive equality. Did you know that Hessean’s are just as tall, sometimes taller, than Giorans?! They—oh.” The words finally sunk in, and the red head halted her passionate rant about Gior, blushing in the dark and pressing her lips together to stop the ridiculous grin that wanted to leap across her face. It didn’t help that after her rather extravagant lock opening, the Hoxian grinned at her himself, a bold thing that was sacred in its genuineness and rarity.

Oh dear really? Sacred?? What are you even thinking?

Entering the hallway with a nod to cover her awkward self-scolding, the Hessean looked around as they moved, her brow drawing together at the plastered over archways. This place wasn’t just blocked off, it was erased. Placards had been removed, entrances sealed over and the hall looked old. Unbidden, goosebumps ran over tanned skin, and Lilanee couldn’t shake the strange heaviness in the pit of her stomach. It was all the bodies natural reaction to the unknown, and scientifically she had nothing to fear except perhaps cave in’s or maybe rodents, but as much as she knew what it was it didn’t make it go away. At least it allowed her to try and be rational.

Stepping closer to Ezre as he examined the placard, Lilanee made a small sound of surprise when he turned suddenly, far closer than expected. She could see his breath pluming from his lips, and for a moment too long her blue gaze lingered, before blinking rapidly and looking down at his map.

“What use is a gate when the passages are sealed up? It’s like storing an artifact in a lock-box, inside a locked box. It doesn’t make sense.” Unless of course, there was something about the artifact that was dangerous. There were rumours, there were always rumours, about items across Vita that held their own power. It was a scientific and magical impossibility of course, without the aide of an Everspell, but it didn’t stop them appearing in local folk lore or in old texts.

Lifting her gaze as the other student brushed away untold years of dust, Lilanee stepped closer with a frown, adjusting her glasses and lifting the lantern as the painted monite was slowly revealed. It was another Ward by the looks, and in the near deafening quiet of the crypt Ezre’s gasp was almost startling.

“Why bother at all then? Could they have been use—”

Useless.

The red haired teenagers eyes widened, like saucers behind her lenses, and the small hairs on the back of her neck stood up crisply. Her heart palpitated in her chest and a rush ran through her veins, field sharply drawing closer. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath, and let it go with shallow movements.

She had most definitely heard that. An echo. A whisper of a word that really couldn't have occurred.

But it did.

“Ezre…” The young historian whispered, frozen in place by what she could only describe as a pending fear. Had she heard that echo in a well lit, open area, would she still feel this sense of dread? Surely it was the structure of the hall playing tricks on them. Surely, even if the word echoed should have been 'containment', surely there was a scientific logical explanation for it. Maybe someone had followed them. Maybe it was bleeding down from the entrance...so far away from them now.

Surely.

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