Sunrise 5403. It is to begin the day.
In the stone-clad walls of Vera Vigi, emerald green flames greet the sun, their atonal, chaotic crackling contained by enchantments ancient and metals unknown. An ageless assembly gets up from its spot in front of a fountain.
Tasks for the day observe sunrise complete shovel snow from gardens file dock reports organize vault host guests priority ensure beacon functions.
Thudding footsteps make their way through the gates and passages of the castle. Muffled by the night's gift of fresh snow, the gold-clad being makes its way to the garden above the clouds.
Shoveling snow begins dispose by means of heat dispatch cold.
Tirelessly swinging a spade, the towering thing soon clears away the drifts of snow. The garden once more immaculate, a faceless head turns to observe the pond frozen over. It approaches and strikes the ice, releasing a beam of warm white light. The ice begins to sparkle as diamonds.
Beacon functions correctly ice sparkles energy is absorbed all is well. Tasks remain file reports organize vault host guests. Begin.
The lumbering figure, its job done, makes its way back into the labyrinthine castle. Planks creak underfoot as it enters a solemn, windowless office. The darkness lingers a moment, then vanishes into the cracks as an emerald glow pervades the space. Remaining standing, the being shuffles through a pile of paper. Below, every item on the desk is laid out parallel to every other item and the edges of the desk itself.
Reports considered Lavoyard incursions Azerport to be observed Vigil's Rest children do well Tzemik no news Port Silver corruption dormant Crossroads markets booming Rangers, Engem silent must inquire.
Tzemik, no news.
The reports, duly considered, are one by one rolled up and filed in unmarked cubbies. The figure turns and exits in its slow, intentional way, and darkness floods the room once more.
Tasks remain organize vault host guests continue observe events do not interfere send letter to Tzemik remember children birthdays obtain gifts relevant organize vault.
Down a long, dimly lit staircase an emerald glows moves. The figure looks up at towering oaken doors studded with iron. One arm extends, pushes, and the doors swing free. It enters, pauses once more, and then begins moving items arcane and ordinary from chest to chest, shelf to shelf. Hours pass, and the job is done.
The figure moves back up the stairs to the main hall. Guests have begun to arrive, and it is time to socialize.
Observe social protocol attempt congeniality etiquette must be followed.
As the day wears down, the guests leave in groups until only the golden figure remains. The business of the day is complete, and shipments of Vera's unique water will move across the world uninterrupted, bringing health and wealth.
As the sun sets, the being makes its way back outside. Metal legs clank against the cobbled ground until they reach a depression. Here, the being sits down. Its emerald gaze brings light to a quietly flowing fountain with an unremarkable plaque. "To Those Now Gone".
The automaton sits and watches the plaque. There is silence in the empty castle, save for the babbling waters of the fountain and the crackling of a fire beyond time, and the automaton watches the plaque.
The sun, as it does every day, rises.
Sunrise 5404. It is to begin the day.
In the stone-clad walls of Vera Vigi, emerald green flames greet the sun, their atonal, chaotic crackling contained by enchantments ancient and metals unknown. An ageless assembly gets up from its spot in front of a fountain.
Tasks for the day observe sunrise complete shovel snow from gardens file dock reports organize vault host guests priority ensure beacon functions.
Thudding footsteps make their way through the gates and passages of the castle. Muffled by the night's gift of fresh snow, the gold-clad being makes its way to the garden above the clouds.
Shoveling snow begins dispose by means of heat dispatch cold.
Tirelessly swinging a spade, the towering thing soon clears away the drifts of snow. The garden once more immaculate, a faceless head turns to observe the pond frozen over. It approaches and strikes the ice, releasing a beam of warm white light. The ice begins to sparkle as diamonds.
Beacon functions correctly ice sparkles energy is absorbed all is well. Tasks remain file reports organize vault host guests. Begin.
The lumbering figure, its job done, makes its way back into the labyrinthine castle. Planks creak underfoot as it enters a solemn, windowless office. The darkness lingers a moment, then vanishes into the cracks as an emerald glow pervades the space. Remaining standing, the being shuffles through a pile of paper. Below, every item on the desk is laid out parallel to every other item and the edges of the desk itself.
Reports considered Lavoyard incursions Azerport to be observed Vigil's Rest children do well Tzemik no news Port Silver corruption dormant Crossroads markets booming Rangers, Engem silent must inquire.
Tzemik, no news.
The reports, duly considered, are one by one rolled up and filed in unmarked cubbies. The figure turns and exits in its slow, intentional way, and darkness floods the room once more.
Tasks remain organize vault host guests continue observe events do not interfere send letter to Tzemik remember children birthdays obtain gifts relevant organize vault.
Down a long, dimly lit staircase an emerald glows moves. The figure looks up at towering oaken doors studded with iron. One arm extends, pushes, and the doors swing free. It enters, pauses once more, and then begins moving items arcane and ordinary from chest to chest, shelf to shelf. Hours pass, and the job is done.
The figure moves back up the stairs to the main hall. Guests have begun to arrive, and it is time to socialize.
Observe social protocol attempt congeniality etiquette must be followed.
As the day wears down, the guests leave in groups until only the golden figure remains. The business of the day is complete, and shipments of Vera's unique water will move across the world uninterrupted, bringing health and wealth.
As the sun sets, the being makes its way back outside. Metal legs clank against the cobbled ground until they reach a depression. Here, the being sits down. Its emerald gaze brings light to a quietly flowing fountain with an unremarkable plaque. "To Those Now Gone".
The automaton sits and watches the plaque. There is silence in the empty castle, save for the babbling waters of the fountain and the crackling of a fire beyond time, and the automaton watches the plaque.
The sun, as it does every day, rises.
Sunrise 5404. It is to begin the day.
