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01-22-2017, 11:48 AM
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The Helovian's have been busy. Birdsong has been filled by their seemingly endless attempts to fulfill Kisamoa's request, and in this, they have been most successful. To say that their progress had been gradual would not have been true. With so many bodies actively working towards a common target, the land was cleared almost instantly. The pile of bones that they had constructed grew and grew, and the debris and other markers of the death and demise of the Marshes were broken up, disassembled, and cleared. Just as Kisamoa had instructed. Overnight, a large black structure was constructed in the middle of what was now a clear field. The land was still relatively marshy and moist, but even the grass appeared more lush than it had the day before. In the center of all of this, the structure pointed almost accusingly towards the sky. So black was its surface, that it reflected almost no light, and instead absorbed it so as to appear almost two-dimensional. The only indication of its depth came from a set of strange runes carved all along its sides. These runes glowed with an almost ethereal bluish/white light, pulsing in rhythm with some unheard melody. The spire was striking and beautiful. The bones that the Helovian's had gathered had been moved towards the structure, forming its base. Though .. clearly something else had been done with many of them, for the pile that had been previously collected was surely much larger than the amount used to create the base of the altar. Birdsong, as you well know, is a time of birth and new life. And there is of course nothing more innocent or precious, than that which is newly born. |
