![]() Are you feeling well?ĭiagnostic complete. It would not be an error if that were possible. Hey, how come you can't scan that and indigo can? It appears to supersede three dimensions and the visible fracture here is very unlikely to be the true extend of the fracture. It appears to be a fracture in space-time to a pinprick of an unknown anomaly. Rings, tell me everything about this anomaly. The seal has changed since the last time I was here. Touching the staff to it again, I pick the battery up and move it to its place among the other five. When we get to the other side, the slip-paper sound of the portal closing makes me breath a sigh of relief while I move the staff away from the battery. Finding the focus to move the battery through despite the intense sensory overload isn't. Flashes of suffering without any discernible context, an overwhelming sense of powerlessness and the need to do something to stop it. The sheer level of the emotion is overwhelming. Walking up to the central battery, I lay my hand against it, then tap the head of the staff to it and close my eyes. Thankfully, the teleport circle that the indigo ring seems to be able to do should make that relatively easy. The sphere itself is solid, made of the same strange, organic looking stone but with the same tron-lines that are present in my staff and the temple surfaces. Indigo light flickers around it in smokey wisps which move like slow-burning fire. It's in the rough shape of an hourglass, if the hourglass were a sphere in the middle suspended by two V-shaped prongs holding it. The indigo central 'battery' reminds me of newly cooled lava, the way the surface twists and folds around on itself. Instead I turn away from the markings in the wall, heading into the heart of the temple. Part of why I prefer to keep the staff hidden away.īut it's too useful as a means to augment my power output so I don't get that option in situations like this, where I might need to defend myself at any moment. With the indigo staff, it's something I feel like a low-level buzz. ![]() With the blue ring, its light is there but it's only at the forefront of my mind when I used it. It's not as intense to experience in a burst like that when I've felt a low strength version of that ever since I put the ring on. and only wince slightly at it this time. O to see this suffering! They cry out in pain, how can I not answer? As before, I reach up and touch the lines in the wall. The inside of the entrance leads to an antechamber much like the blue version of this place. It didn't stop me, but having one limb suddenly feel like it's encased in wet cement feels weird. There's a little resistance from the blue ring until part of the indigo field around the blue part of my environmental shield at my hand begins to turn blue as well and suddenly lets my hand through. The entrance is circular, a barrier of indigo light covering which seems to be permeable to me. In some places they stretch out, clearly forming part of the buildings aesthetic. The carvings cover every surface, every wall, everything. 'Decorative' would be my thought but the writing is glowing indigo as well. Parts of the lines have smaller writing in them but neither ring is translating it. Instead of open pathways of blank even stone every surface is made of centimeter deep engraving of linear, hard edges and lines, square or rectangular surfaces, like a map of some idealized city broken down to the most minimalistic way possible. It looks like it would be right at home in here. ![]() The indigo highlights and tron lines running through it glow in much the same way my staff does. I thought it was polished stone at first but the texture is all wrong. ![]() The 'temple', for lack of a better description, is black volcanic glass. ![]()
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