As the lady folk did their thing, Adrian walked up to the fair barmaid who was rightly shaken. Nodding his head respectfully and speaking softly, "Sorry for the trouble, miss. I wished no misfortune to befall your fine establishment." He owed nothing to the Deadmen woman who seemed to command the others - no allegiances, no nothing. Whilst he would speak to her in time about the matter at hand, it was the innocents among them that warranted his attention. Or at least the barmaid. Adrian never could stand a lady in distress. Kissing her hand, "I will of course help clean up the mess that I aided in causing. It's the least I can do in penance."
Before another word was spoken what could only be described as horns seemed to fill the air from every direction. Beautiful and alien. A low bass otherworldly sound that nearly shook the very fabric of existence. As if the world itself could not comprehend what was uttered before it. And with that godly sound came a sensation of utter power that washed over the world and made Adrian fall to his knees. It appeared as if he was not the only one as every inhabitant of the inn was either on the ground or propping themselves up, some passed out like the barmaid before him.
The horns seemed to change tunes; quieter, and with it the atmosphere altered. Gaining some of his strength Adrian stumbled to the door along with several others...only to look up in awe. Before his eyes twisted and swirled a violent storm of clouds, blue lightening striking down haphazardly. And yet there was no thunder, no wind, no rain. No noise. Time itself seemed to follow the whim of those horns.
It was almost.. soothing.
Forcing himself to tear his eyes away and look around - everywhere he looked those who had not lost consciousness peered up at the vortex. Few were standing, many on the ground or holding themselves against something but most unconscious. No urge to panic, no will go flee. As if a divine orchestrator held his mortal audience in their seats by his otherworldly symphony.
The shaking of the earth took to a new high as the horns played several new notes - playing to a song that only it seemed to understand. The sense of overwhelming power returned in force with the song, magnified to new folds and yet...Adrian did not collapse or lose consciousness as he expected should have occurred. His body seemingly held firm by an unknown will.
The symphony grew stronger as the eye of the storm began to open to let past four pitch black spheres of stone- once free they shot off at unimaginable speeds only to stop cold at a distance Adrian could not accurately judge. Then descended a great white obelisk in the shape of a rectangle. It looked of sandstone and to Adrian's mind it seemed like perfection itself. As if all the architects of the world could not even begin to conceive a form so perfect; so without flaw or blemish!
And what came next was so knowable yet so hard to believe that Adrian's mind nearly went numb: Seven glowing silver gears that materialized from nothingness and interlocked with one another, turning effortlessly amongst themselves. As the black spheres began to circle the collection of gears the symphony of horns felt as if it had come to its climax.
Several moments of silence passed, and then the alien horns made one last, extending note and finally...silence. Complete and utter hush fell across the city, like a blanket lowered to stifle all noise.
To Gaudis, it felt like all of Vasquera had stopped to observe what descended from the divine.
At once Adrian regained some of his sense of motion, he slowly turned away from the entity in the sky and looked around. Few looked to have peeled their eyes away from what lay above them. Touching his cheek Adrian realized he was crying. Everyone seemed to be crying. As if the entity's appearance brought them all to tears.
Gradually Adrian's wits returned, his subconscious providing the answers that his conscious mind was not yet willing to understand. He...he knew what this was. He had read about it long ago, but never even considered he would one day experience it. What floated before them like a god in the presence of ants was what scholars dreamed of seeing. What stood in no pantheon nor was spoken of in any legends. A phenomenon of such tremendous proportions that it was only spoken of in whispers among the learned in their keeps- the laymen never wishing to speak of such a thing. Such a wonder.
An unknown.
A Monolith.