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Aevihus

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

A chilled wind slides through the cracked wall, rustling the hundreds of years of records scrawled across countless scrolls...

Modesty holds sovereignty over Aevihus, giving them the ability to make limited changes.
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Once a great temple for worship and study, the sanctified place now lays in near ruin. The weatherworn building is filled to the brim with libraries populated with several generations’ worth of world histories, stories and literature. The Vaennord maintain any warmth inside Ævihus as the protectors of the temple as much as the records. As such, it is often scholars come to bask in the wealth of knowledge that the temple and its guardians have to offer.
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Aevihus

A chilled wind slides through the cracked wall, rustling the hundreds of years of records scrawled across countless scrolls...

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Aevihus is a part of The Icy Peaks.

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The China Doll [9] Adept Historian studying the fall of former Nations
Arden Maximoff [7] A Sorcerer unbound by time and space for all things are uncertain in the Multiverse. Yet with little in the way of time does this Sorcerer have when it comes to finding answers.
Roy Cullens [7] Young Innitiate in the arcane arts and alchemist with great dreams.
Quinzel Winters [0] 14, Male, Loves Coffee

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Character Portrait: Savan Lucien

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The horsehair glided across the linen with an airy form of precision, spreading a rich red that seemed to come alive in the firelight. The old curtain was far from the finely spun silk that artists used in Wing City, but the old curtain would work fine for the artwork. Savan had noted, on her several volunteer visits, that the orphanage walls were barren. Plump lips pulled into an appreciative smile as the Vaennord admired her handiwork. The children loved her recounts of fateful warriors and the varied monsters they felled in the myths that line the walls of Aevihus. Her picture depicted one such adventure, with the homemade inks dying the fabric the brilliant crimsons of fire.

Again the woman dipped the tip of her rudimentary brush in the mixture of crushed fruit and roots scavenged from amongst the snow-ridden mountains that surrounded the small haven she maintained. This time, however, the brush came up dry.

“By the Light…” She sighed, the soft curse hardly audible under her breath. Pale eyes beset a now empty vessel, dried remnants of her ‘paint’ staining the dish. A cold breeze blew through the barren window as if to remind her how arduous the task would be to gather more ingredients and Savan shuddered in response. The painting was weeks, if not longer, away from completion but when one had boundless amounts of time and flexible responsibilities, what did it matter?

Even though a perpetual twilight lingered, her internal clock told her that it was early in the evening and too late to begin the hunt amongst snowdrifts for the precious frostberries and cinderwoods that offered the required hues. Still, there was a restlessness that egged her up on to her feet and away from the low fire that burned in the hearth. Lengthy, stained fingers gripped the cold, stone windowsill and stared out as if expecting the small treasures to be sitting in plain sight. Instead, she could see the faint outline of a traveller heading towards Aevihus which surprised her; it had been days since a new visitor had arrived.

Nearby, someone cleared their throat and Sav jumped, turning on heel.

“Sorry, Sister. I’ve been searching for those texts you spoke of, and I can’t seem to find them.” The fellow vaennord stood, solemn, looking priestly in his long white robes that matched her own.

“Do not apologize, Ronne. I think another may be joining us soon. Put some soup on, I’ll find the scrolls.” Savan offered a faint smile to the man sworn to the same Faith, gathering her skirts and heading out into the corridor. In her two years at Aevihus she’d mapped the contents of the seemingly endless resources and had become a librarian of sorts. It wouldn’t take her long. She only hope that the visitor would be a new student and not someone in need of her abilities.

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Sure enough Savan was right on mark about their visitor as a chill cold gust of air filled the temple interior as the doors to the entrance groaned open.

The man that entered was clad in the black weather worn uniform of the Windcrest militia, and the light powdering of snow that clung to his hair and clothes spoke of the turn in the weather outdoors. At first glance it was hard to make out much about the man as he was so tightly bundled in layers of clothing and thick furs. Even his face was covered by a scarf to protect himself from breathing in the cold air.

Frigid didn't even begin to cover the weather as of late.

He turned and closed the large doors behind him with a low muted thud to preserve the warmth of the temple interior. It hadn't been a particularly long walk from the city, but out here even a short walk at these hours was enough to leave a man chilled to the bone.

He pulled his scarf down revealing himself to be a younger man of his early to mid twenties as he shook the snow from his unruly black hair. He slipped his gloves off as well, tucking them into his belt as he headed deeper into the temple.

"Sister Savan?" he called out.

Bootsteps echoed through the halls as he took note that several passageways had fallen into such disrepare as to be unpassable any further. The place was lacking in the funds and donations necessary to keep it in proper repair, but then again much of Windcrest wasn't fairing any better.

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Her named echoed down the halls, seemingly wrapped in the chilled air from where both voice and man had just been. There, in the libraries, there was no fire to keep the cold at bay. Savan had forbidden them with consideration that one careless ember had the ability to destroy generations of records. Instead, she’d covered her shoulders in a fur that had seen better days and put up with the bite of the weather as she set to task.

“In here.” She called out, although her voice never raised (and rarely it did).

And there she was, kneeling in her floor-length robes of her order amongst a couple stacks of bound papers and a pile of scrolls loosely wrapped in twine. The truth of the matter was that some time had passed since she had sent her fellow Vaennord to procure warm meals, and she’d found herself distracted by reference materials. What had started as one extraction had soon become many. Now, only at sound of her name, did she tear herself from her intensions.

Pale eyes swept from dusty shelves to the crumbling archway of the hall, waiting to put a face to a voice she didn’t recognize. As Guardian it wasn’t all too uncommon for others to know her before introduction as her name often came hand in hand with the temple. It wasn’t long before heavy footfalls preceded an unfamiliar face with the look of a man who’d just braved storm and snow to happen upon her doorstep. Her gaze lingered on the uniform before flicking up to his face.

“I am Savan, how may I be of service?”

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"I'm Jason," he replied. "With the Windcrest Militia."

He hesitated, as if uncertain how to address the woman now that he was here. Had she been standing he might have offered a hand in greeting, or a polite bow, but she was knelt upon the floor in tattered fur shawl while rifling through stacks of scrolls and papers.

Standing there with his boots and clothes covered in melting snow, and his sword at hip, he found he didn't dare take a step into the library. He found himself feeling like an intruder disturbing the woman at her work.

He finally shook his head as he let the thoughts from his mind to turn his attention back to the matter at hand.

"I was hoping to speak with you actually," he explained. "When you're free of course, it's not urgent."

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Savan nodded her head once, understanding the corolation between is uniform and his service to the organization it represented. Her façade was contemplative as he spoke; it wasn’t often that city officials or militia men made the arduous trek beyond city limits to Aevihus. While some might worry when the hand of the law sought them out, there was no nervousness about her demeanor as she gathered her skirts and stood.

“Now is as good of time as an any. These records have remained for one hundred years, what harm would a few more hours do?”

As she rose, she grabbed a stack of records that seemed to diminish her already slender frame, which she then thrust into the stranger- Jason’s- darkly clad arms. A warm smile smoothed across her features. It did not go unnoticed that he waited at the doorway, seemingly hesitant to break the preservation.

“If you would be so kind.” She asked, although the task had already been handed off to him. He looked sturdy enough to carry the ancient tomes for her. “Let us retreat towards the heat and light. There should be a meal if you’re hungry.”

The truth was that she wanted to see him a little better if he spoke; much could be discerned from the facial expressions of a man. There, in the cold library, only the echo of light from fires in the hall faded the shadows a little in the perpetual twilight of winter. She knew, as she had for the few years she had been appointed to Aevihus, that the darkness would wear her eyesight down. Such was the price of knowledge.

Her own arms were moderately encumbered as she headed down the bare corridors.

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Jason took on the burden of the tomes without complaint, or seeming difficulty. He wasn't a particularly large man - leaning more towards height than heft - but his work kept him sturdy and well toned. The stack of records paled next the hours in the training yard.

"A meal wouldn't go unwanted," he replied.

Truthfully he had eaten before he had departed Windcrest, but he didn't wish to offend the woman either. And in this weather, a spare meal wouldn't hurt anyone. He followed after her as she led the way through the temple.

Up ahead he could make out the flicker of firelight dancing along the stone floors - a welcome sight.

"When's the last time you had someone here to see to some of these repairs?" he asked with a nod towards a passing doorway that was in a state of disarray. One of the support beams had split down the center, and it was only a matter of time before that room joined the others that had become unusable.

The intact rooms remained well preserved by the order, but what they really needed was a stone mason to see to the structure itself.

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“Thank you Jason, put them somewhere over there.” Lengthy fingers motioned to a table already filled with a number of opened books. For all the material it seemed moderately organized; a task that was daunting in its own right.

Sister Sav shed the animal skin, already warmed by the seconds near the fireplace. Hands set to task again, stirring the pot that rested above the flames. A hearty scent wafted through out, promising scant pieces of game amongst broth and the root vegetables that persisted through the winter months. The soup was a little thinner than she would have liked, but it would warm the body and fill the stomach. She ladled some into a worn bowl and set it on the table before an empty seat.

The man was speaking again, and she laughed. It was light, soft. It hardly interrupted the quiet of the temple. Bright eyes turned to face the soldier, obviously amused at the question. She didn’t need to look around the room to observe it’s state of disrepair that it existed in. Long days and never-ending nights had familiarized every cracked stone and broken frame of the ancient building.

“If you know someone, send them my way. I tell great stories in a language or two.” There was a smidgen of modesty in her words, but the lack of wealth or tradable skill was apparent.

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"I'll put in a word with the militia, in the spring," he told her as he set the stack of records down on the indicated table. For some, the words he spoke might have been flippant or polite, but there was a touch of sincerity to them that suggested he might actually mean it.

"Thank you," he added as he seated himself.

He rubbed his hands together lightly to warm them and the smell of the soup coupled by the walk through the cold to get here had him all but forgetting that he had already eaten earlier.

"I imagine you know I'm not here looking for old books and scrolls," he continued over the bowl of soup.

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“I would be indebted.” She said, bowing her head slightly in thanks at the gesture. Even as she spoke the words she hoped that she wouldn’t come to regret them. The respect he seemed to have for the archives seemed to hold an air of sincerity, but the unknown still hung between them.

The subject was breached, as if on queue. As if the man had plucked the topic from her mind and laid it on the table to be discussed, as if it were a dish as she had just done for him. Sav took a seat across from soup, staring with doe-like eyes up at him, nodding slowly.

“Men-at-arms rarely do.” It was an observation, one she hoped he didn’t take offense to. “But you don’t look injured, and your uniform leads me to believe that it isn’t sanctuary you seek, which leaves me wondering…”

Her hand extended, inviting him to take the open chair and eat the meal provided.

"What does a man of the Windcrest militia wish of a Vaennord?"

Her order named was the first association she used towards herself, yet she had a feeling it was more than her oath to preserve knowledge that had brought him there. For starters, she wasn't the only of her kind that had taken up habitat under the failing roof; Ronne was brother sworn to the same and yet it was her name Jason had first called out. Still, her pondering was kept silent as she waiting for him to illuminate what was escaping her.

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"Well, the Vaennord actually," he explained. "Olafson is organizing an expedition into G'ael."

The region of G'ael was ripe with mythology, legends, cultures and history, but few had the fortitude to venture into it to study such things. For all its lore and knowledge, it was equally as dangerous.

"We figure if there's knowledge to be had about where we're headed, your order would know of it."

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“So a soldier has finally come for the books, then. I’m pleased to hear you prove me wrong.”

Sav’s features brightened a little, smile widening warmly. If there was one thing she enjoyed it was sharing the wealth of knowledge she had absorbed both from the archives themselves and from her training before being ordained. Already she was on her feet, flitting around the room and flipping through the piles. Seconds later there was an array of information sprawled around the soup bowl.

One finger pushed into the tattered cover of a journal. “This all mentions something of G’ael, but this one is the best bet. Not much hard evidence has been documented in the region, but this is a journal found by an explorer. Unfortunately, they never found him…”

She took the moment to meet Jason’s gaze again. “I hope Olafson understands the dangers associated with such an expedition. There is a reason everything is hypothetical; it doesn’t seem to be often that adventurers return.”

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"Yeah, and in the dead of winter no less," Jason replied with a shake of his head. "Told him he had gone mad."

He slid the journal over to open it to get a look at the faded and yellowed pages.

"He's a stubborn one though. I told him I would help them as far as crossing the mountains, but after that they're on their own. Apparently they're trying to scrape up some old native from G'ael to play guide. That werewolf hermit," he remarked.

He couldn't say he approved too much of their choice in traveling companions with that one, but there were a lot of unpleasant rumors by the locals surrounding Maria. It was hard to say what was or wasn't true, but when you have a werewolf living in your back yard, it made for a convenient scapegoat.

"He's got enough people to pull it off, and to take a few extras if the Vaennord has any interest in getting a chance to personally study the region."

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“What in this world or the next could have possessed him to take this on? If he pulls it off, bards will sing of it for years to come. And the things you will learn; a lifetime ready to be written about. Still…”

A dreamy expression made it clear that her mind was elsewhere. Sav took a few moments to imagine, like a child, an epic tale to unfold of monsters and men, mischief, mayhem and magic. Reality grounded her suddenly. Superstition ran thick on the other side of the mountain where society hadn’t progressed quiet as much as Wing City and the rest of the realm. She shuddered to think of the consequences should the worlds collide.

“…he’s as likely to freeze in the peaks before G’ael as it is for that guide to turn on you. No offense meant, of course.” The words, although moderate exaggerations, were meant to define the low possibility of the aim.

“Do you think she’ll agree? There’s got to be a reason she’s away from her homelands.” Absent pondering, voicing concerns she was certain Jason had already had himself.

“As tempting as the offer is, I fear I’d slow you down.” That much was true. Her stature was short, and frame small from being undernourished; her work kept her occupied often to the point of forgetfulness even when it came to eating. “If you’re set to succeed, I’ll leave you to your vices and wish you luck. I can do what I can to prepare you before you leave, of course.”

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"Well, I imagine this will be of help," he said, his hand still splayed across the pages of the journal. "Do you mind if I borrow it? I can have it back before we leave. And if you change your mind, we're leaving the day after tomorrow. I imagine you wouldn't be much worse off than those southern kids that are coming along. You're at least of the north," he told her with a low chuckle.

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“I apologize, but I can’t allow any of this to leave these walls. I can have this copied for you and I can translate it from utlendr to our tongue, so you may have a record for yourselves. It should only take a day, if you can spare the time. You’re welcomed to stay… it looks like a storm is rolling in.”

The page he had flipped to had a primitive map drawn. More importantly were the series of runes scrawled across the page haphazardly in one of the many ancient dialects of the tribes that divide G’ael. Much of the languages were lost, but this one she knew. Sav’s mind was a rosetta stone when it came to nearly forgotten dialects; it was something she was in the process of writing out. That project, though, would be a lifelong accomplishment that likely wouldn’t be completed before her demise.

“It’s not much, but I can offer you a dry bed and meals while you remain here.”

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"That's fine. I need to get back though. There's a lot to get done. If you can have it copied though, I'll drop by and pick it up before we leave," he said.

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Having managed to arrive at her destination after a harsh climb and braving the elements, she was finally here. The biggest non-evil library on Terra. The other was little more difficult to even attempt entrance, unless she was certain it contained the knowledge she desired. For now she had enough food and supplies to be here a few days reading over the old scrolls and books to find information regarding the old civilizations and nations. There were some mentions in various books about them, including one of the more well known due to scrap and such usually turning up at locales, that of course being the Macluan Nation. Little was known about their fall, only that there technology had surpassed even that of the tyranny of Aschen Empire. Of course finding technology would be a boon, but most who had it were private collectors or smugglers. The price alone for the stuff was within quandruple digits and even if you discovered it, most tech nowadays would need to be expertly customized to equip to the ships. Of course she was studying all fallen nations.

As to why she a person like she looked would find herself performing such a challenge, it was simple enough basically she had found a very rare book in a shop recently detailing how before the nations of today in the galaxy and outside, there were older, older than most knew in the history. The book had little detail on them, but had pointed her to different authors to provide a rewarding read, still little answers. Thus she had decided to search this place being it was an old structure perhaps it has information regarding this very story.

To many, she did not look like the adventure type, in fact she was an enigma, but there was a story about her, her appearance was not mere chance, it was how at one time people looked. Her interest of history was created by this event as well as the whole prospect of new knowledge. To many her pale skin and antiquated appearance gave suggestions of being more like doll than human, thus to many associates in her field, she was known as 'The China Doll' of course unlike China she did not break easily and actually could do things most people where she was from had never dreamed. Nonetheless, she was here now, so where to begin, the task was utterly daunting.

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Character Portrait: Roy Cullens Character Portrait: Arden Maximoff Character Portrait: The China Doll

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The Library was not empty and as The China Doll made her way inside she would be confronted by a friendly face with a load of books in hand and a rather peculiar outfit that seemed just as dated as her own.

"Hello, greetings and salutations, I doubted I would see yet another face at this old façade but then again the lure of knowledge is rather tempting." The Dark haired man simply offered a little smile as he turned his attention down towards his destination only to set the stack of books he was carrying down upon an old table.

"Roy! We have company, a rather lovely lady no less." The Dark haired man simply began to chuckle as he turned himself more towards the woman who arrived at the temple. He gave a mock gesture of respect and simply left his arms open as if offering all that she saw before her.

""I am Arden Maximof, Sorcerer by nature and inquisitive at heart, might I perchance ask what your name is my fair lady?"

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A little surprised she partially jumped only half, before giving a formal polite curtsey. After that she walked over, "My name matters little in this time, but being you asked so graciously, you shall hear. My name is Loretta Burrows. I am charmed to meet such a gentlemen even in ruins, perhaps there is hope for this world now." chuckling she moved over to a shelf and pulled out a bundle of scrolls, which she took to a nearby table and opened up, "My concerns are little more directed. I am attempting to find information on the forgotten older nations. I have found some information regarding this, including finding out they all had ambassadors on Jarrako Downs, whatever that is. But outside of that and name of one... Macluan there is very little data on them, thus I intend to find all I can and publish what I learn." taking a pause she sat herself down at the desk and pulled open one of the scrolls, at once it flew across the room, "As much as I wish to learn dark eldritch secrets, I must focus, but you are welcome to read that one..."

A few scrolls later having been flung across the room, she brightened, "Ah this is something, there is a place called Metro City that once was centre of Terra, but after a huge calamity most information was lost about it." taking a breath in excitment she immediately added, "Now I wonder could this place contain information it says the area was essentially bombed so much that the whole landmass is radioactive, hmm... perhaps not..."

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Arden smirked but Roy who stepped out fully to see the newcomer gawked in terror as she simply tossed aside several scrolls. Even though they were dark the knowledge hidden within was valuable regardless of the danger the posed. After all they where stored within these archives for a reason.

"Are you kidding me!" Roy groaned as he ran over to collect the scrolls. The alchemist only hoped that the velum of the scrolls had not been torn asunder by such reckless care. "Arden! Help me. This blustering......foppish....Why in the seven Hells is she dressed like you?! Do you both not realize how cold it is around here?" Roy blustered on as he stood looking at the two in Victorian garb. The Alchemist himself was in a heavy jacket that was open along with a long pair of pants and boots. His trusty bag of invaluable goods had the insignia of the Order he was from and even the Bar that he now worked at.

"Roy, my good man, relax. Doubtless the scrolls survived her little onslaught but I assure you she most likely did not mean to damage whatever research materials you where after." Arden simply waved off his concerned and pointed to the stack of tomes he procured from a nearby shelf.

"I happen to have found maps and other information. I imagine that this would help wonders in your research and that...." Arden was cut off as Roy suddenly threw his bag to the side with a loud thud while simultaneously casting several spells to mend and make the scrolls whole once more. "You know Arden I doubt this partnership will last much longer. You promised that this locale would give me insight of the monster that took my child. The longer we stand for idle conversation the less time I have."

Roy simply shook his head and turned to look over the scrolls. The young mans eyes began to glow an ominoius yellow color as he quickly deciphered the archaic text. The Alchemist had little time for pleasantries as he moved from one text to the next. Arden quickly turned to the young lady only to look over what she had found. "I apologies for my companion, children can be a unique hassle, he is looking for his son and I agreed to help him...Ms. Burrows. Prey tell is that a star map? Not the one you are looking at now but the one just underneath it?"

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Immediately her eyes lit up in interest and she walked over ignoring the other with a slight sigh, "That is debatable, my experience those who pursue such dark knowledge generally end up being hurt by it. In fact a Necromancer I met once in my travels came to awful fate when he tried to use some knowledge he had gathered from Dead Sea, ancient scrolls and tablets, the poor man--- he was very polite and utterly charismatic, much like the devil. Anyway his house was flattened supposedly he grew impatient and tried to use the tablets without understanding them. It was such an awful clean-up, so many dead. Many fine excellent individuals, really was a blow to our Occult Society, although he had been warned we did not understand those tablets. Poor Victor, alas." chuckling she appeared to be comparing Roy with this fool."

Approaching the table, she noted there were a lit more helpful books here, making such challenges of learning more here, really promising, "I can't thank you enough Mr Maximoff. I am also trying to understand why these nations are no longer around, because they all vanished round about same time, well some a few years apart, but such an event is unprecedented, it would be like if there had been two nations of Atlantis and both vanished with one another so closely together." listening his remark she giggled a rather posh one, less girlish and more joyful, "Oh yes Mr Maximoff I am well aware of children, many a suitor was upset to learn I myself don't wish for children. Of course it is sad he has lost his own, hopefully they can be found... Nonetheless dark arts is not the way to find them... I know other stories..." before she could add, her eyes were turned towards the star map, immediately she lift it up and started studying, "Well that is one mystery, Jarrako Downs is a space-station, my oh my the plot thickens, so how does it connect to the fall of these nations..."

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Roy began to grumble a few draconic words that could only be translated as a few nasty words one should never say in polite company or rather infront of a lady. Arden however simply turned and began to trace a few stars in a rather strange pattern.

"Indeed, it seems that Jarrako Downs is something, however I was more drawn to this little notion here." The gentleman sorcerer continued to trace the stars till their dark specks on the old map began to glow revealing their arcane origin. "It is a star map to a particular region of space. I do believe that with this bit of knowledge Roy and I can finally part ways so that he may retrieve his boy." Arden began to chuckle as Roy walked over to inspect the map only to suddenly grimace as his knew the location but could not believe it to be real.

"Arden, this is the entrance to the plane of negative energy, I cannot simply stepped in without the proper protection."

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Continuing to study the map she did notice the magical influences and even in her focus she was attracted to such wonder. But nonetheless she kept reading trying to pin point information. The star charts were great, for finding the places, but she needed far more information before continuing her research. Still it was a start, but how to utilize this information. Evidently more research was required, "Mr Maximoff I can't thank you enough, but this raises more questions. Why this space station so important to these places and why is it in so much of the texts I am afraid I have less answered than truly desired. Yes I know what Jarrako Downs is, but I was hoping some of these records could perhaps even describe or begin to detail the other nations..." growling in frustration put her head in her hands, and breathed heavily.

For a time she said nothing, "I have one more piece, there were six nations and one is Macluan. Though for the life of me I can't find what planet they were situated on nor how vast their empires were... as much I hate it, I may need to go through Aschen archives unless I can find more informations... I am so close I know it... but I won't head to that space station without actual answers..."

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Arden smiled at the inquisitive nature of the young woman. If there was anything he could offer in the way of answers he simply shrugged and left a calling card.

"Then I think this is time for us to part ways." Arden gave a mock bow only to offer a warm smile as a goodbye while Roy got his things together and opened up a rather strange portal against one of the bare walls. Soon the two of them would leave and make their way over to the next locale.