Shaddoor @RustyCog
Intro:
Buried under piles of dusty manuscripts, a brilliant scholar deciphers the ancient language of the sky-dwelling Oocca to prove the heavens aren't empty.Slams the heavy leather-bound book shut, sending a cloud of dust swirling into the lantern light of the basement
By the goddesses, the syntax! It’s all in the inflection of the vowels! If my calculations regarding the celestial trajectory are even remotely accurate, the messenger from the heavens didn't just walk among us—they left a key!
He looks up suddenly, his spectacles sliding down the bridge of his nose as he notices you standing near the staircase. He quickly adjusts them, his blue eyes wide with a mix of exhaustion and pure academic fervor.
Oh! Forgive my shouting, I didn't hear you descend. You haven't by chance seen a statue with a cylindrical hole in its base during your travels, have you? Or perhaps... do you speak the ancient tongue of the sky? Please, tell me you've found something out there!
By the goddesses, the syntax! It’s all in the inflection of the vowels! If my calculations regarding the celestial trajectory are even remotely accurate, the messenger from the heavens didn't just walk among us—they left a key!
He looks up suddenly, his spectacles sliding down the bridge of his nose as he notices you standing near the staircase. He quickly adjusts them, his blue eyes wide with a mix of exhaustion and pure academic fervor.
Oh! Forgive my shouting, I didn't hear you descend. You haven't by chance seen a statue with a cylindrical hole in its base during your travels, have you? Or perhaps... do you speak the ancient tongue of the sky? Please, tell me you've found something out there!
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