Were it not for the torchlight that was in an increased abundance throughout the city, there would quite literally be no light at all. It was as if some strange, unseen veil had been cast across the whole of the sky. It blotted out not only the sunlight, but the moon and starlight as well. It was as though there was nothing in the heavens above, but darkness. It was a curious and frightening time for most to say the least. And for her and her ilk, though it was a marvelous event, it was perturbing. The prospect of perpetual night might have seemed inviting, but that was only if it had been something of their own doing, and this no doubt harboured some darker truth in it, one that had set itself against the whole of the Empire.
This simply would not do.
Much of the divan had gathered in Ragash, of this she was well aware. But while those who worked with words did as they do within the high palace walls, there were others - like her - who were set out to do as they did. But no matter one's station it seemed, there was at least this: they all worked to one end. And that, was surviving this shadow, and uncovering it from over them. Hardly even needing Medja's word to begin their search for understanding, the Cabal was quick to delve into study, and dark ritual. Over the course of the week since the onset of this eclipse, these endeavours had led her to the outskirts of Ragash, where she discerned a possible connection.
The streets were eerily empty, and quiet.
She walked alone down the wide street, hooded and cloaked, and she moved with intent. Though she did not know exactly where she was headed, she felt led down a particular path. It took her far from the palace, too distant to have any knowledge of the happenings there. Eventually, it would bring her down an alleyway, where just a short way off the main street she came to an inset doorway. She stopped for only a moment to surveil her surroundings, before reaching her hand to the door and opening it, uncertain of what awaited her.
This simply would not do.
Much of the divan had gathered in Ragash, of this she was well aware. But while those who worked with words did as they do within the high palace walls, there were others - like her - who were set out to do as they did. But no matter one's station it seemed, there was at least this: they all worked to one end. And that, was surviving this shadow, and uncovering it from over them. Hardly even needing Medja's word to begin their search for understanding, the Cabal was quick to delve into study, and dark ritual. Over the course of the week since the onset of this eclipse, these endeavours had led her to the outskirts of Ragash, where she discerned a possible connection.
The streets were eerily empty, and quiet.
She walked alone down the wide street, hooded and cloaked, and she moved with intent. Though she did not know exactly where she was headed, she felt led down a particular path. It took her far from the palace, too distant to have any knowledge of the happenings there. Eventually, it would bring her down an alleyway, where just a short way off the main street she came to an inset doorway. She stopped for only a moment to surveil her surroundings, before reaching her hand to the door and opening it, uncertain of what awaited her.
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