Drifter lay in his studies, dead tired after a day's worth of activities - training, meditating, studying, among countless others. It had been almost the end of seven grueling months and he was glad the training sessions and the lectures are almost over.
Yes, it has been seven long months since their triumphant return from the deep recesses of the Wyld, after dealing with the impending invasion of the unformed Fair Folk which they managed to thwart long before it even reached Creation's borders. Their trip yielded fairly more than expected, since nearly every single concerned being in the Terrestrial Bureaucracy expressed their deepest gratitude for the Celestials' actions. Thus they trekked back to their island, which Drifter keeps forgetting the name of, and docked one of their prizes from the Wyld in its shores - a massive Reality Engine Wyldbreaker ship - one they've decided to explore further and try to power in the coming months once they figure out its innards.
Seven long months was then spent in training and meditation while they awaited for the next Calibration sequence of Creation, from which they decided to start anew and start pursuing their own objectives with the help of one another. Naar Kalaman and Midday Emerald were already bent on driving the wheels of bureaucracy to introduce their growing dominion into the civilized Western world, which has turned from its meager rustic lifestyle to a seemingly-utopian civilization with highly intellectual and skilled citizenry capable of thinking and fending for themselves. It was ironic to think that their Sidereal advisor - whose name Drifter still cannot remember - was the least literate of them all, but it had to be understood. She had higher offices to report to anyway.
Knife of the Ocean and Raging Snowstorm were already brooding on their next bloodshed, and it scares Drifter to even know what they were plotting, which involved several pirate ships and a Lintha group or two. Drifter knew that the two were plotting against the greatest pests of the West, but he seemed to think they were getting ahead of themselves.
He, however, still had not much plans. That is, until the Unconquered Sun showed him the light ahead.
It was in a dream that he was given a vision of a region in the West, a region he felt familiar with at once. An islet, completely abandoned and seemingly so for generations, with traces of essence lingering around it. Drifter was led completely by instinct and with some assistance from his fellow Solars and Lunars, he was able to track down the location and discover his manse.
His previous incarnate's manse - The Amethyst Arbor, the Workshop of Wonders.
Of course, it had lost much of its glamour during the ages - here and there were destruction and mayhem, debris scattered everywhere and essence vents shooting out of control in the broken containment tubes. He did manage to power up the control center, but the magnitude of work that needs to be done was enormous, and even his Celestial colleagues had to agree. They did find a massive assembly of bound Clockwork Servitors and during his short visit he managed to fix a handful, but the majority of the Servitors, totalling to a large Magnitude army, would take a considerable number of materials. Sure, the other Servitors can work to repair their brethren, but powering them all would take some resources - very exotic resources. Drifter made a note of things that he will need for the overall restoration of the manse.
After all, the Workshop of Wonders is his first step towards his ultimate goal - with his incarnate's Factory-Cathedral back in his hands, returning Creation's old glory and expanding its reaches once again will not be too far off.
Yes, it has been seven long months since their triumphant return from the deep recesses of the Wyld, after dealing with the impending invasion of the unformed Fair Folk which they managed to thwart long before it even reached Creation's borders. Their trip yielded fairly more than expected, since nearly every single concerned being in the Terrestrial Bureaucracy expressed their deepest gratitude for the Celestials' actions. Thus they trekked back to their island, which Drifter keeps forgetting the name of, and docked one of their prizes from the Wyld in its shores - a massive Reality Engine Wyldbreaker ship - one they've decided to explore further and try to power in the coming months once they figure out its innards.
Seven long months was then spent in training and meditation while they awaited for the next Calibration sequence of Creation, from which they decided to start anew and start pursuing their own objectives with the help of one another. Naar Kalaman and Midday Emerald were already bent on driving the wheels of bureaucracy to introduce their growing dominion into the civilized Western world, which has turned from its meager rustic lifestyle to a seemingly-utopian civilization with highly intellectual and skilled citizenry capable of thinking and fending for themselves. It was ironic to think that their Sidereal advisor - whose name Drifter still cannot remember - was the least literate of them all, but it had to be understood. She had higher offices to report to anyway.
Knife of the Ocean and Raging Snowstorm were already brooding on their next bloodshed, and it scares Drifter to even know what they were plotting, which involved several pirate ships and a Lintha group or two. Drifter knew that the two were plotting against the greatest pests of the West, but he seemed to think they were getting ahead of themselves.
He, however, still had not much plans. That is, until the Unconquered Sun showed him the light ahead.
It was in a dream that he was given a vision of a region in the West, a region he felt familiar with at once. An islet, completely abandoned and seemingly so for generations, with traces of essence lingering around it. Drifter was led completely by instinct and with some assistance from his fellow Solars and Lunars, he was able to track down the location and discover his manse.
His previous incarnate's manse - The Amethyst Arbor, the Workshop of Wonders.
Of course, it had lost much of its glamour during the ages - here and there were destruction and mayhem, debris scattered everywhere and essence vents shooting out of control in the broken containment tubes. He did manage to power up the control center, but the magnitude of work that needs to be done was enormous, and even his Celestial colleagues had to agree. They did find a massive assembly of bound Clockwork Servitors and during his short visit he managed to fix a handful, but the majority of the Servitors, totalling to a large Magnitude army, would take a considerable number of materials. Sure, the other Servitors can work to repair their brethren, but powering them all would take some resources - very exotic resources. Drifter made a note of things that he will need for the overall restoration of the manse.
After all, the Workshop of Wonders is his first step towards his ultimate goal - with his incarnate's Factory-Cathedral back in his hands, returning Creation's old glory and expanding its reaches once again will not be too far off.
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