Rafia: Under the Second Sky

[Basilisque]

Steiner...
Kloth looked at Steiner as he walked into the fog. The hooded man smiled, shaking his head.

After walking in the grey veil of the fog for around ten minutes, Steiner arrived at the walls of the Gravefields District, currently known as District 45.
A near-transparent, shimmering barrier stood tall all around, disappearing high above into the second sky.

Myst...
Vaint moved over to the wounded woman, and a strong green glow started flowing from his hands, enshrouding her in a mending veil.
He was silent for a while, trying to decide on what to say. Then he spoke.
"I've been awake for a while. I managed to find out a bit of what is happening."
With a sigh, the kind that signifies someone who could REALLY use a good night's sleep, he concluded the healing process and turned to Myst.
"I haven't even been close to the center, but I still managed to see a fraction of the true devastation.
The platform is cracked, Myst. Whatever did this, broke with extreme efficiency what no-one has been able to even put as much as a dent in as long as anyone can remember."

[GreenGoat]

Serina actually drew out the knife, as she turned quickly at the sound of the strange voice.

"Who?"

There was no one behind her.

Quickly she turned towards the man again, her breathing starting to get faster and more erratic. True, he was honest. But how honest is honest? And how much of it was true? Whose voice was that?

Her hand holding the knife was shaking slightly, as her knuckles turned white from the strength of her grip on it.

[Database Error]

Myst didn't know much about the platform, or the city itself for that matter - having only arrived recently - yet she understood all too well, the ramifications of such an act.
"...How bad is it?" she asked, without looking him in the eye.

[Basilisque]

Serina...
"Come on now, you know who I am! There's really no need to be so rude."
The voice was low, playful and seeping in the ice tones of cruelty.
Geleph took a few steps away from Serina, uncertain of what to make of her sudden change of mood.

Myst...
"It's bad. Really bad. I only saw the tip of it, and there's a crack large enough for a fully grown man to fall through.
I couldn't see the bottom though. It just led into a black abyss."
Vaint scratched the back of his head.
"Still, you're right. A null one seems out of line. I've seen the priests clean up pillar warlords, and it wouldn't surprise me if there wasn't anything in this world that could stand up to them.
So to just give up on these districts entirely... It doesn't add up. I've considered whether anyone else could be behind the null zone, but to try pulling off something of that scale inside Platform City without the permission of the priests would result in immediate retribution."


DM's Note: Pillar Warlords is the common term for people who try to conquer districts in Platform City through military force, which is one of the few things that the priests prohibit in the tower.

[Database Error]

Myst nodded.
"Regardless of who is responsible, there's no doubt that the priests will be well aware of the situation - the question is - will they deign to do anything about it?"
She stretched briefly, before taking a thong tied to her belt and wrapped her hair back into a loose bun.
She then joined her own magic with Vaint's, shuddering as his presence touched hers.
"You didn't happen to see my brother, did you?"
It was a silly question, but she could think of nothing else, surely if he'd seen him... She shook her head and held up her hand to halt his reply.
"Sorry - I know - You would have said if you had. But we were separated, and I can't feel him... I guess the null zone explains that."
As if to give merit to her words the white light that emanated from her hands seemed to flicker slightly, guttering for a moment before fading away entirely, leaving Myst glaring at the blackened earth.