~{ Galateans }~
Pardon our dust as we organize and prep for opening! ♥
Pardon our dust as we organize and prep for opening! ♥
Needing a break from his perpetual alchemical studies, Chofiniel found himself on the road traveling. It has only been several days since the news of a new race had excited the world, he was still in awe at how long the Obelisks--named specifically for their initial statuesque appearance--had lived in isolation from the rest of the world and wondered if there were other pockets of their civilization.
His guide was a local who guided him safely to the bottom of a canyon, where they followed the ravine for a ways until they found a nondescript yet unusual marker. It was here that they wove into the forest, weaving until they arrived at a rock face which hid an entrance. The earthen corridor meandered deeply and were like roots of a tree. Thank the gods he was able to get a guide because he'd easily have been lost several times over if he had to do this alone. Eventually, they arrived, the tunnel opening up into the verdant valley. The environment was alive with life as they continued to the archaeological site, which had small camp nearby.
Here, there was a mix of locals and explorers who had come across this shrine. It wasn't unusual to find old ruins, except for the fact that it was building that had nothing but two Obelisks flanking a circular slab of stone, the center worn concave and covered with small fragments of egg shell.
Despite multiple attempts, the Obelisks were completely non-reactive to questions, offerings of food, or even touching. After paying the guide for his expertise in getting here and handing a note to be mailed to the academy after he returned back to the village, it didn't take long for Chofiniel to find a less busy area to set up camp and start working.
He spent the rest of the afternoon categorizing, organizing, and tabulating everything in the room. There were artifacts of different styles, currency of different makes, and a number of other oddities that shouldn't be together yet were here. When night drew close, he put marked his spot in his notepads and took a good stretch outside in the full moonlight before heading to sleep.
Excited, chaotic chatter woke him the following morning. Sometime in the night, a clutch of eggs had been laid between the two statues. Though the thought that it might have been a prank had crossed his mind, it was for certain the two Obelisks for they were now standing slightly differently than before. It unnerved some of the camp, but they continued their work with a bit of caution.
A panel in the floor opened to a hidden room beneath the main chamber where they found relief art on the walls and scrolls written in an ancient Sorinthian. After a translator was brought to the camp, it was discovered that the Obelisks here were of an usual line. The founders and any colored like them rarely moved while those who inherited more colors gained more mobility. It was unknown what their purpose was, but they only had time to learn and find out.
Hello and welcome to Galateans,
a generational breeding and leveling project.
We welcome the curious and innocent,
the experienced and wise,
learning step-by-step
the beauty and balance
of stillness and motion.
a generational breeding and leveling project.
We welcome the curious and innocent,
the experienced and wise,
learning step-by-step
the beauty and balance
of stillness and motion.
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