Oct 27, 2014 4:59 pm
The sun splits the horizon, brilliant white rays clattering into the streets to find a busy city already teeming with activity. Merchants unfurl their canopies, children chase each other through the marketplace stalls, and the Aeon Priests perform their morningsong ritual, welcoming both the literal and metaphorical illumination of the sun. They return through the temple doors, which always sit open, for discoveries can arrive at all hours of the day, or during certain hours which never belonged to our view of Time at all.
You weave your way through the marketplace to the temple, and navigate to the sacristy where Illisan asked to meet with you. He greets you as you arrive, and offers you to partake of the tea service which he has prepared on a low table. Numeneric candles light the table, their baseplates collecting an ever-growing pile of waxy dust as their ultradimensional fuel source deposits its remnants on this side of reality. Illisan avoids discussing business until all four of you arrive.
OOC: Please feel free to detail your morning and your trip through the market. You don't know the specifics of Illisan's request, but you can safely assume he wishes you to explore some place or some thing outside the borders of the city.
You weave your way through the marketplace to the temple, and navigate to the sacristy where Illisan asked to meet with you. He greets you as you arrive, and offers you to partake of the tea service which he has prepared on a low table. Numeneric candles light the table, their baseplates collecting an ever-growing pile of waxy dust as their ultradimensional fuel source deposits its remnants on this side of reality. Illisan avoids discussing business until all four of you arrive.
OOC: Please feel free to detail your morning and your trip through the market. You don't know the specifics of Illisan's request, but you can safely assume he wishes you to explore some place or some thing outside the borders of the city.